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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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TERROR GRIPPED DAELLA AS SHE WAS DRAGGED TO THE BACK OF HER MOTHER, with her heart beating wildly against her ribs. A gigantic weight of anguish lodged in her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe properly.
The atmosphere was charged with tension, the torches flames flickering and dimming as if suffocated by the heavy air. Her quarters seemed increasingly cramped, and the walls seemed to draw closer together under the weight of her anxiety. However, Rhaenyra's posture remained composed, but with a sharp contrast of fear and panic reflected in her eyes, as she stood resolutely in front of her daughter like a shield, keeping her chin raised in defiance.
Near the door of the chambers, the invading man maintained a slightly hunched posture, demonstrating how uncomfortable he was as he held the sword raised in his strong arms tremblingly. Daella could swear that there was a trace of hesitation and even melancholy in his sad eyes, which looked straight at her with strength, like an internal fight that she could not fully understand.
Despite the hesitation of the man in front of the door, she remained motionless behind her mother, knowing for sure that even if she wanted to move away, Rhaenyra would not let her go, and her mother's trembling but imposing posture made that clear, along with the firm but careful grip on her only girl's arm, demonstrating that she would not hesitate to take the place of the threat if it meant that she would not lose any more of her children.
"What do you want here, Sir Erryk?!" demanded the queen, visibly frustrated, as she instructed Daella to take a few more steps back. Daella obeyed without any hesitation, blindly trusting her mother's instructions. "Are you betraying my legacy, my right to the throne?!" The queen's voice, previously loud, now sounded quieter but still firm and filled with deep disappointment as she realized that yet another ally could be betraying her trust. She stared at the bearded man, searching his eyes for an answer she didn't know if she wanted to hear.
He didn't move at Rhaenyra's words, remaining still with his gaze fixed on the young princess as small, silent tears began to fall from her eyes, realizing who he intended to direct his sword at. Rhaenyra instinctively pulled her daughter close, feeling fleeting relief when her girl's shaking hands rested on her back, yet despite this brief moment of comfort and reassurance, a growing rage burned in Rhaenyra's violet eyes as she watched the man, standing firm and resolute, ready to protect her daughter even without a weapon or adequate defense.
