𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ── house of the dragon

i | look in the mirror

ACT I — CHAPTER I
Lᴏᴏᴋ ⵊɴ Tʜᴇ Mɪʀʀᴏʀ

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The first time Myra Velaryon noticed she was different from her brothers was when their dragons hatched and hers did not.

Every night before she slept, Myra would pray to the Old Gods and the New, begging for them to hatch her egg, but they did not answer.

Even though Jacaerys and Lucerys were younger than her, Myra looked up to them. They were kind and honorable, and the Velaryon girl wished she could be more like them. In some ways, she envied them because of how good they were.

Myra would never bring this up to either of her parents. Envying your siblings was normal, at least she thought it was, and she didn't want to get into an unnecessary disagreement. She did, however, mention it to her uncle, Aegon.

"You have nothing to envy," Aegon told her, "You can always claim a dragon. They can never change who they are."

They were in the gardens of the Red Keep, lying under a tree. Myra propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at her uncle, her brow scrunched in confusion.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Aegon shrugged, plucking the petals off of a flower he had picked, "Nothing. But, I would suggest taking a good look in the mirror sometime soon."

Aegon was five years older than Myra, so she had always thought him to be very wise. Because of this, the next time Myra found herself in front of a mirror, she took a good look.

She was very much her father's daughter. She looked so much like him that Laenor often told her he sometimes mistook her for his twin sister, Laena. Her silver hair fell in ringlets just below her shoulders and her brown skin would glow in the sun. Myra's eyes, however, she had gotten from her mother.

While Rhaenyra and Laenor both had violet eyes, signifying their Valyrian heritage, Rhaenyra's eyes were a much lighter shade. Myra's eyes were one of the few indicators that she was Rhaenyra's daughter.

What was the point of having her look in the mirror? Aegon had told her not to envy her brothers, and that the reason for this was in the mirror. So, Myra thought of her brothers.

Jacaerys had the same curly hair as she did, but instead of it being the bright platinum that hers was, his hair was a dark brown, so dark it was almost black. Lucerys' hair was also that same dark brown, but his hair was straight, and so thick that it made waves in his hair.

They had the same eyes as Myra, though, the same as their mother. But, other than their eyes, Myra didn't look too much like her brothers.

Sure, she and Jace both had curly hair, but his curls were much looser than her. She and Luke both had circular faces. But that was where their similarities ended.

Myra wasn't sure what point Aegon had been trying to make. So what if they didn't look similar? Myra took after their father and Jace and Luke took after their mother. Aegon and his siblings all took after their father instead of their mother. His words didn't make sense to her.

The next time she saw Aegon was in the dragonpit for one of their lessons. Myra thought it was ridiculous that she had to go, considering her lack of a dragon, but at least she had Aemond, Aegon's little brother. His dragon had never hatched either, so he and Myra would watch as Jace, Luke, and Aegon.

As they stood off to the side watching, Myra and Aemond would repeat the words their family was saying, judging each other's pronunciation.

"Dohaeras," Aemond whispered after Luke said the same to Arrax.