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 ✧✦
⤷ EIGHTEEN; a dull affair ⤶
TIME FLUTTERED BY WITHOUT NOTICE FROM HER MOST LOYAL when princess Daenys suddenly received a royal scroll.
A humid and joyous day in Vaes Dothraki, the princess and the Khaleesi enjoying the sun on their skin. Laughing together as they took notice of the ridiculous trinket that laid on a venders table.
The sound of feet pattering towards the pair before a voice called out for her "Princess." A boy with a grin stopped in front of her.
"Hello young one." She greeted him with a small smile holding her hand out for the scroll. "For your troubles." She said handing him a small gold piece before he ran off again.
Noticing the small sigil, a phoenix, one that only her most loyal followers used to write her when it was utmost important. Smiling politely at the Khaleesi "If you would excuse me Zaeya but I must attend to this." Nodding at her friend before making her way to a quiet area with blood riders near her for protection.
Princess,
My deepest regret is that this was not able to make it to you sooner, for the snake had been keeping an eye on all ravens sent out. It is also my deepest apologies to inform you that the Princess Rhaenyra is to take the sacred marital vow to the Lord Laenor Velaryon.
Rumours just after the young princelings name day came to surface in the red keep, those of the integrity and virtue of the princess. One that involves your uncle, Prince Daemon. Said to be coupling in a brothel on silk street, tis why this union was so rushed. On the evening after the moons full peak, the princess will take the vow in the presence of many lords and ladies. I know she would want you here but wary you must be if you chose to.
Talks of your own marital union have come to light, one that could keep you here in the red keep indefinitely. To wed a Lord who wishes for your wealth and beauty is not what any of your little birds wish for. Please, I implore you to be cautious Princess.
In other news The Queen consort and Princess are in even worse odds than before. The princeling misses you dearly as do many of your followers here. Though the queen birthed a new princess, a sickly child. I fear for her health for no one has seen her, not even her own siblings.
The Kings health has grown stronger, remarkably even in these past moons. Though the snake and its loyal slaves have begun to wonder why the kings health is remarkable. I believe his health will be in jeopardy should they realise it is not dragon blood that keeps his health out of the clouds.
