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 ✧✦
⤷ SEVENTEEN; a lovely roast ⤶
MISTAKES AND TRAGEDIES were often looked past when it came to the Princess Rhaenyra but when it involved that of her virtue, she knew it would not end in her favour. Given a horrid tea in secret in hopes that her mistakes would not appear later on.
For her mistake she would now suffer the consequences and take the marital vow to uphold the Targaryen name. Her chosen suitor, Ser Laenor Velaryon. Her cousin, a very sweet and kind boy who she grew up beside. Having a decent familiarity with the boy was the only thing that comforted her.
Despite the abrupt and sudden need for a husband, she succeeded in one thing. To rid her father of his snake that tried to whisper poison in his ears, to which her father was grateful for.
Setting sail for her soon to be betrothed who resided in Driftmark was nauseating but nothing could rid her of the terror in her stomach as she thought of her sisters reaction to this union. Why it was happening in the first place.
With her father and his new hand on board, Rhaenyra watched the sea with a frown. Unable to disregard the sound of her father who gagged as he emptied his stomach into the sea. Ser James standing guard watching his King in pity.
The journey was rough but arriving was worse. At Driftmark, a warm welcome was to be expected but to their displeasure they were met with an empty plot. Instead two young and very talented swords men were training.
"Where is Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys? They should have been here to receive the King and his party." The new hand, Ser Lyonel Strong demanded.
Standing in shock at the hands words, the darker man began to speak when the grand doors opened. Out came the beautiful and graceful Laena Velaryon. She walked down the many steps with a warm smile.
"What is the meaning of this, Lady Laena? " Lyonel questioned with a stern voice, his eyes in daggers. "Is this how House Velaryon greets its King?"
Gracefully coming to a stop as she spoke to the king "My deepest apologies, Your Grace. My father has but just returned from his long journey and has hastened to the hall of nine to await your arrival." Bowing deeply in apology making the King shake his head.
"Let us just get on with it." Viserys interrupted the hand who was about to speak once more. Following after the Lady Laena up the large steps as she lead them to the hall. Upon arriving Laena smiled brightly at her cousin who stared at her fathers retreating figure in worry.
"Come, cousin. Let us discover the delights of breakfast." Though Rhaenyra herself was not close to either of the Velaryon siblings as her sister was, she was thankful that she could talk freely to the girl.
