Princess Daella Targaryen is considered by many as the purest and kindest Targaryen, being the youngest sister of Rhaenyra, and the best friend of Lady Alicent Hightower. She is the youngest rider ever known to claim the wild beast dragon, The Canni...
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That next day, I found myself back in my chambers, sitting on the couch as my handmaiden started braiding and fixing my hair properly while I silently continued my embroidery
feeling her soft fingers stroking my long hair, she carefully started braiding me, taking the small flowers from the basket and putting them on me as I requested.
Mummy used to do my hair since I was little, she would go out to the garden with me to pick the small flowers as I put them all together in the basket, and she would braid my hair with them.
Since mummy carried and lost many babes... Me and Rhaenyra we're the ones who survived, mourning the deaths of my unborn siblings, I know it was difficult for her and Father, but hopefully this time- she and my brother will make it
Being lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize the handmaiden was already finished, she gave me a mirror to look at. Smiling at her, I thanked her as the two of them lowered their head to me and walked out of my chamber to give me a time, when all of a sudden, unexpectedly-
A tall, silver-haired man entered my room, wearing his armor and having the Dark Sister strapped, he entered my chamber with that smirk on his face
" how's my favorite niece? " He asks while staring at me.
A large grin spread across my face and I didn't hesitate to put my stitch down and ran into my uncle's arms.
Uncle Daemon let out a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me, placing my head into his chest, I couldn't erase the smile on my face as I continued hugging him tightly.
I was only a little girl when I last saw, my favorite Uncle Daemon. He often plays with me when he's here, sometimes pulling me into some act of mischief, and always giving me gifts whenever he comes back even tho I didn't ask for any.
He stares down at me, feeling his soft hands cupping my cheek to force me to look up at him, meeting my uncle's gaze, I smile softly up at him as he only stares at me while his other hand stays in my lowered waist
