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 TWO ✧✦
⤷ FIFTEEN; husband hunting ⤶
TO FIND A SUITABLE HUSBAND was dire for the Heir of the seven kingdoms, after reaching an age that was deemed too old for the men of her fathers council. Rhaenyra's womb would surely expire, her body would shrivel and that was rather undesirable to them.
So Rhaenyra sat listening to the many 'eligible' suitors and their promises on how the union of their houses would better them all. Not one giving her a glimpse of promise only dread for all their thoughts were lead by their limp cocks.
Breathtaking in a beautiful red gown that was once owned by her sister, who had embroidered it herself. Subtly frowning at each suitor that stood before her, more so to the lord who prattled on about his very eventful past.
"So said Queen Alysanne herself when she honoured my father and I..." The lords boastful speech was cut short by the princess who held a smirk as she stared him down. Her eyes racking over his aged figure with obvious disgust.
"And tell me, Lord Dondarrion, did you think my great-grandmother as beautiful as they say?" Rhaenyra's sickly sweet, taunting like voice echoed the grand hall. Leaning back on the small throne smug waiting for his next words.
"This was half a century ago, Princess." Chuckling quietly, before her patronising voice echoed once more. "Indeed it was, my Lord."
The Lord Dondarrion was visibly embarrassed as the red hue flushed his face hearing the chuckles and laughs from her other contenders. Noticing that the princess held no remorse nor sympathy for him, a glare was pointed at the rude princess.
"That was very unseemly, Princess." Ser Boremund Baratheon spoke, sending the embarrassed lord a look of sympathy. "Unseemly? This man is much older than my father. It is rather unseemly for him to put himself forth as a contender for my hand."
Her harsh annoyance now on the stag, her judgemental tone thick as she stared into his boring brown eyes. "My sister would agree with my statement had she been here."
Staring at the princess with annoyance before shouting for the next contender. Once again her disappointment was eagerly shown as the next came forth. A boy perhaps three and ten name days walked nervously towards her before bowing respectably.
"And now a fucking child. You jest too much, my lord."
Taken aback by her foul words, the boy stood still not wanting to dishonour his house should he annoy the princess. "The Black woods are an ancient house with a formidable army. In the River lands, they once ruled as kings. The blood of the First Men still flows in their veins." Boremund said with a small nod for the little lord to begin.
