ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞
⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to...
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✧✦ PART ONE ✦✧
⤷ SEVEN; the queen of her heart ⤶
THE JOURNEY WAS PROVEN TO be exhausting, almost falling from her beast. His black shadow appeared over kingslanding making day turn to night. With red eyes that grew dry from the wind and bags under her eyes, Daenys looked truly as she felt.
Circling around the pit once before descending, the dragon keepers bowing their heads at the princess. The normally youthful and joyous princess now taken by the image of a broken girl, one now without a mother.
Daenys slid from her beast who chuffed at her departure as she made her way quickly to a horse. Today would be her most likely be her mothers send off after all they would not allow the fallen queen to depart without her eldest daughter. Daenys wasn't ready but twas nothing she could do.
Lifting herself onto the horse before urging the animal into a steady trot, making her way back to the red keep. Ignoring the alarmed expressions of the common folk who stared at their princess with pity. Though before she knew it, the gates of the red keep appeared.
Guards immediately opening the gate as soon as they saw their princess, bowing their head respectfully, as she passed them. Arriving at such a fast pace, the princess was in the same spot where she took the lives of those who meant harm on her poor mother.
The lingering Lords and Ladies suited in mourning clothing, all bowing alongside the servants as they watched the princess walk past them without acknowledgment.
Regret filling her heart hearing the wails of her poor sister who she selfishly had not thought of in the past days, only of her own grievances and anger towards her father.
As Daenys walked past Rhaenyra's slightly opened door, she saw her little sister curled into a ball sobbing with Alicent gently rubbing her back. As her friend looked up she saw the Angel of Death staring at their figures, void in her eyes.
Gasping in shock "Dany."
At the utter of her name, the said princess hastily walked off towards her chambers noticing that her loyal guard was stood startled by her sudden appearance as she walked past him, closing the door behind her not looking at him.
Disregarding the small knocks on the door as it began to get louder. The voices of her guard mixed with the voice of her dear sister, with the flick of her wrist the door was bolted shut.
"Daughter." Her blood grew hot as the princess began readying herself, peeling the ashy dress off her body. The princess quickly slid into the large cold bath before boiling the water, trying to clean the grime from her porcelain skin drowning out the pleading voice of the cowardly king. Her skin becoming pink at how hard she was scrubbing.
"Please my daughter. I am sorry." Her head snapped towards the door as the words left his mouth. Hastening herself, as she dressed into a dark black gown that covered her fully.
Before braiding her hair slightly leaving the top of her head braided while the rest was left in clean curls. Sitting at her bed waiting for the voices to leave when she exited, her loyal guard was standing there holding out a pair of black riding gloves that she accepts gracefully.
"Princess." He bowed deeply at her emotionless figure who stared back at the man with a raised eyebrow. "We are proceeding to the pyre princess. His grace and the princess are making their way there as we speak." With a nod, the guard followed the princess who made her way to her horse, venturing towards her heart.
"Princess." Looking back at her guard with tired eyes as he spoke "The prince Baelon did not make it." Like a knife to her heart, her so called magic didn't work as well as she thought.
On the outskirts of the city wall was a large group of the royal court all waiting for her it seemed.
Sliding from her horse, her eyes locked onto the two wood pyres that held the bodies of her beloved family. Syrax up hill waiting for the commands quietly. Daenys slowly made her way next to her sister whose eyes bubbled up in relief.
Their uncle stood behind the pair, his uncharacteristically caring self supporting his nieces as they mourned for their mother and brother. "They are waiting for you."
Clutching her sisters hand, Rhaenyra finally spoke after a moment "I wonder if he finally found happiness, in those few hours my dear brother lived."
"He needs you...both of you. More than he ever has."Daemon whispered gently to the pair.
"I will never be a son nor will I ever be the daughter he wishes for." Rhaenyra whispered back, chocking back a sob.
"He will never truly be happy with anything sister. A coward remains in the highchair that leads us all." spat out daenys as she glared slightly at her father. Wincing at her words, her uncle and sister staring at the sheer spite that she held. So unlike her.
The royal court watch as Rhaenyra begins her command when her throat closes up, a sob breaking through the silence. Sighing as she slowly stood in front of her sister, Rhaenyra looks at her in confusion. Stepping forward, looking at her beautiful mother and brother for the last time, Daenys looks at Syrax who slowly made his way down the hill.
"Dracarys."
While her sister turns away from the burning pyre, she stares into the fire, her eyes glazing over. Dry eyes staring into her future.
As the court left, the royal family watch as Daenys stands solemn staring into the ashes. Not realising that she had see something no one else every could. Something so horrific that left her completely silent. A Great War with many casualties, some of those being of the targaryen line.
