IN WHICH, the daughter of daemon targaryen and rhea royce gains the interest from the queen herself and the heir to the throne.
or
IN WHICH, the heir to runestone fights along side her lovers and a war begins against her father.
rhaenyra targaryen...
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THREE pretty green dress
—JAEHAERA SLAMMED OPEN the doors of her fathers chambers, startling him.
at the sound of his chambers doors opening he spinned around from his chair, only to see his daughter and his face softened.
"why are there so many ships, father?" jaehaera asked him, walking up to him. her tone of voice gave of a curious expression.
daemon raised an eyebrow, "that, is none of your business." he responded as he got up and slowly walked over to her as she stopped walking.
jaehaera pouted, putting on an adorable face to try convince her father to tell her.
daemon's eyes narrowed down at her face and rolled his eyes, a small smirk on his lips. "your pout is not going to work on me, Byka mēre." he reminded her, the nickname in high valyrian.
(little one.)
jaehaera let out a huff through her nose before she rolled her eyes and dropping the pouting, making daemon let out a small chuckle.
"you look pretty." daemon told her, glancing at her blood-red dress with black details all over it.
jaehaera smiled brightly, "do i look like Muña?" the young girl asked, saying 'mother' in high valyrian. jaehaera had learned the basics of high valyrian, her tutor saying she's a natural but she still had to learn.
(mother?)
daemon's small smile instantly dropped at the mention of the girls mother, his late wife. his jaw clenched and he stared down at her with a dull, yet slightly angry expression. "you look nothing like her, you are nothing like her."
