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THE AFTERNOON SUN cast a warm glow across Cyrenna's favorite windowsill, lighting up the corridors. She'd barely turned her head toward the hall when she noticed her younger sister Alicent moving briskly almost passing by her own sister, "Renna, have you seen Rhaenyra?"
"Well, it's nice to see you too sweet sister," Cyrenna retorted as she swung her legs off of the ledge, crossing them gently to face Alicent, "Sorry, sister. I-"
"She's with Prince Daemon," Cyrenna answered sharply, "He arrived late this morning."
"Prince Daemon?" She remarked, watching as her sisters attention faltered. Putting her hurried demeanour to rest, Alicent nestled up to her sister, "Did you see him?"
"We spoke," Cyrenna replied, barely able to hide her excitement to gossip, "Briefly, of course."
"It's better that way," Alicent insisted, "You know how father gets when he even hears the rumour of it. I don't know how long I can abide by your-"
"I beg your pardon," Cyrenna objected, "This is not about you Alicent and if it is such a burden then why don't you just go and tell father of our rendezvous. I couldn't trust you anyway."
"That is not what I meant," Alicent sighed, "I want you to be careful. You're being courted, Father is trying his best to find you a suitable match, if you remembered."
"He doesn't need to look quite hard," She faked a yawn, "A man with just enough title that it would not displease him, fortunes and land come suit. If I weren't stupid, I'd say he's holding out for a King."
"You should be glad he's been particular," Alicent nodded though Cyrenna rolled her eyes, "I hope he's good. I hope he's rather impressive. I'd like to see Daemon's skin flush red with anger, than him laugh at my future Lord-husband."
"I pity whomever the two of you find love with," Alicent sighed, "The two of you only care for spite."
"Spite for eachother," Cyrenna corrected, "It is always better to be right, Alicent. Remember that."
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CYRENNA'S DAY HAD FALLEN SLOW, a dark silvery glow settling her in the evening. The city was unusually quiet, moreso that it had turned quiet. Silent even, after hours of bustle.
Cyrenna was savoring what she could of the cool nights air, returning to the cobble walls after roaming through the gardens alone. A sanctuary of silence that she'd only started to enjoy.
When she finally reached the door to her chambers, she was startled to find Daemon waiting there, leaning his head against the doorframe, expressing some sort of defeat. Though, his eyes widened in surprise as he spotted her approaching.
"Prince Daemon," She said, a mixture of amusement and concern in her voice as she looked at his bloodied armour, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Daemon straightened, brushing a hand over his cheek to wipe blood. He didn't say anything, almost knowing better than to throw himself into a pool of embarrassment; from the fact that he thought she was refusing to open her door the entire time.
