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୭ - (v.) Following the death of King Viserys, the kingdom of Westeros is plunged into turmoil with the Greens' ascension to the throne, triggering an imminent civil war. In search of decisive allies, Princess Rhaenyra Targarye...
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TO SAY THAT THE ENVIRONMENT IN THAT ROOM WAS TENSE WAS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. The tension was palpable, almost tangible, as if each person there was afraid of saying something wrong and further compromising the situation, which was already extremely sensitive. The furtive glances between the present lords indicated a rising stress, and the muffled sound of frustrated sighs filled the air of that space.
Out of the corner of her eye, Daella noticed the nervous posture that her mother was trying to hide at all costs. The woman, visibly anxious, fidgeted restlessly and exaggeratedly with the rings she wore on her fingers, a gesture that clearly revealed her inner agitation. Daella watched carefully but could not discern whether her mother's nervousness was due to her stepfather's unexpected disappearance since the previous night or whether it was related to the overly careful way in which the lords in the room were handling court matters. Meticulous care that Daella knew her mother didn't appreciate.
Rhaenyra did not want to show weakness, and the fact that the lords were so docile when talking to the queen made her anxious, something that the princess easily understood, as she knew her mother like the back of her hand. For her, it wasn't difficult to notice when Rhaenyra was agitated, even if it wasn't noticeable to others, and she understood that her mother didn't want anyone to see that side of her; perhaps that was one of the reasons why Rhaenyra disappeared for a few days after Luke's death.
The meeting seemed to progress more and more slowly, and Daella would be lying if she said that the persistent looks of pity that some lords gave her mother didn't make her uncomfortable as well as a little irritated. Plus, the constant realization that her future husband was looking so intently at her back only made the irritability grow a little more; however, the discomfort she felt about his gaze was nil.
Benjicot was quite handsome and decent man in her eyes, even if he didn't display the usual Valyrian features that were common in her social circle; however, she couldn't deny that he had a type of attractiveness that intrigued her. His appearance was strong and imposing, but what impressed her was the careful, delicate, and almost hesitant way in which he held her hand, even seeming a little nervous as he did so. He made her believe that there were two versions of him living in the same body.
