"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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{ you're on your own, kid. yeah you can face this. }
As Valyria sat in the black carriage with Cole on one side of her and Helaena on the other she picked at her nails. It was a nasty habit that she had developed once she became queen.
Which was incredibly recent, for the record.
"Why must we go to the Dragonpit? And why bring me?" Helaena muttered as she traced her veins on the inside of her wrist. Valyria rolled her eyes.
"All these years, and I've never even heard you speak of Dreamfyre, not to mention go to her. I'm curious."
Helaena hid her smirk. She had, in fact, visited her dragon frequently since Valyria had arrived six years ago. She was more inconspicuous with her doings than the young queen.
Valyria looked at Cole, who was frowning towards the front of the carriage.
"What troubles you, ser?" Cole broke his staring and met the queen's eyes, and for a moment, he saw her mother. Though the color of the iris was different, she bore a remarkable resemblance to the Princess.
"We are traveling much too slow, princess. I fear that—"
Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and something banged into the wall Valyria was leaning against. She flinched, and she heard repetitive banging and thumping against the carriage.
"Cole, what is happening?" Helaena asked, but she did not look up from her hands. She knew that there was no threat.
He stepped out and drew his sword, then firmly closed the door. Valyria turned to Helaena.
"What is happening?"
"You are quite popular with the people, Valyria. They are waiting for you to go out."
And that was how Valyria stepped out of the carriage and smiled at the crowd of people. They all began to yell and scream and clap, and Valyria waved as Cole drifted to her side.
"Your Grace, this does not seem safe. Any one of these people could kill you right now." Valyria spared one last glance at Helaena, who nodded her head, assuring her.
"They will not." But Helaena's prediction was tested as a dirty hand grabbed onto Valyria's arm. Cole drew his sword, but Valyria stopped him. The hand belonged to a woman with pale skin covered in dirt and dark brown hair.
She looked panicked, and Valyria wanted to help her.
"Your Grace, please. My son—he's ill, they say he won't make it to the morrow." Valyria frowned, and the woman slowly released her arm.
"Where do you live, ma'am?" The woman looked shocked that Valyria was even breathing in the same vicinity as her, but she jutted her head back.
"Just down the street, Your Grace. His father is with him now, but..." As Valyria watched the fear encapsulate the woman, she made her decision.
