Saera was her mother's favorite daughter, known for being demure and obedient, the smallfolk adored her. She obeyed everything that her king commanded of her, but she protested against her marriage to Ser Harwin Strong.
She catches him in an affai...
>CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: THE DRAGON AND THE SCORPION<
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My sister and I have always been polar opposites. She was a demure and obedient girl. She always listened to her Septa. She seldom missed her lessons, muña always complimented her obedience and interest in all things that ladies must do. They see her as a paragon of chasteness and virtue, she made it easy to love her.
She looks up at me with those round pleading eyes, and I bend.
Are you allowed to have tarts?" I inquired and she shakes her head. "I have a cough and muña says that I'm only allowed to eat fruits." she responded eloquently, not stuttering in spite of her young age.
I was proud of my sister.
"Nyra," she says my name. "- can you tell me a bedtime story?" she pleaded, grabbing the hems of my gown. I respond with a light chuckle, before settling down on the bed beside her.
When I was your age, Uncle Daemon told me stories too. Of valiant knights and fair maidens, of forest animals and dragons." I cooed, smiling at the thought of Daemon. How long has it been since we've last seen each other? Far too long.
I longed for him - truly.
"Uncle Daemon?" she tilted her head, the name sounding foreign on her tongue. My eyes widen slightly, was she unaware of our uncle's existence? "Our father's brother. He left a year ago to join his wife in the Riverlands." I explained, lifting the blanket to cover half her body.
"- now shall we head off to our story?" I inquired and she hummed. Her eyelids already fluttering as she prepares for her slumber.
"Once upon a time, there was a dragon and a scorpion, they both needed to cross the narrow sea. The scorpion sits atop the dragon, and asks: dragon, may I ride your saddle? I need to cross the narrow sea. But then the dragon breathes her fire and says: No scorpion, you may not for you are a scorpion and your nature is to sting." I tried my best to remember part of the short story.
"The scorpion shakes his head and says: Silly dragon, why would I bite you? I need to cross the narrow sea too, and if I bite you, we will both fall into the ocean. For the first time, the dragon does not follow rational thought, she allows the scorpion to ride her saddle. And when they were about to land in Dragonstone, the scorpion stings the dragon. She says: I trusted you scorpion? Why betray me?"
"- and the scorpion laughs: I am a scorpion and my nature is to sting. You cannot change an animal's nature." I finished, and by then she was burrowed into her sheets.
Only mere minutes away from dreaming. "Did Uncle Daemon tell you this story?" she asked me and I shook my head. "Our kepa shared this story to me before you were born. He said that he dreamt about it." I smiled, remembering the days where there was only three of us.
Muna. Kepa and Me.
"That is why, you must bask in the company of those who can fly beside you. Not those that shall sting you." I warned her, flicking a piece of her hair away from her face. "Goodnight, sister." I whispered - pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Rhaenyra." she replied.
