But white soon turned red, and a bastard girl was born in fire and blood, a babe who didn't burn.
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In which a Targaryen slave was sold back to her family
Aegon T x Female oc x Aemond T
Helaena T x Female oc
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Allarria had spent her life from age 8-11 being tutored, so she was no stranger to learning. However, her education in the castle and learning to be a proper princess was vastly different to the education she was familiar with. She'd never learned to sew, nor had she the education of a lady royal, never mind a princess, and as someone who had recently been anointed princess in the last two days, she was more than certain that whatever education she had, she would make the most of.
Becoming a princess was by no means easy; she had been poked and prodded by the maesters, including one even sticking his fingers up her to ensure that she was still intact; after all, they couldn't have a "loose princess". It was unusual to check her after being named princess, but it had been the king's orders after forgetting to have it done before her ceremony.
The maesters comments had Allarria scowling at the ceiling, and as her gaze fell to Alicent, who had insisted on being in the room, she couldn't help but observe the angry look on her face, too and wondered if they were angry over the same thing. The same thought swirled around and around her head, the rumours of Rhaenyra when she was younger and how she had lost herself before she was even wed. Allarria would be more than willing to place a large bet on Viserys doing nothing but sending her a moon tea and speeding up the wedding. He was the type.
Alicent had walked her back to her lessons afterwards, holding the girl's hand as tears fell silently down her cheeks, and neither said a word, for there was nothing that could be said; she could only squeeze Allarria's hand in silent understanding. Allarria herself wasn't stupid; she knew the tumultuous relationship her mother and the king shared, and as a man who was very clearly rotting from the inside out, there was no way that Alicent would ever enjoy sleeping with the man; she could barely stand beside him. She also knew from her lessons that Alicent had married Viserys at the mere age of 14, giving birth to Aegon less than a year later. It was no easy thing to raise a child at such a young age, especially on your own; Allarria knew this. But she never said a word to Alicent about it, not wanting to upset her. Instead, she let the silent rage against viserys build up and up, turning her weeping face red and squeezing her pseudo- mother's hand that much tighter.
