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 felt many things upon the day of her dear Helaena's wedding day: pride, sorrow, jealousy, and even some rage, but it was her day, and for the first time in her life, it would all be about her. She'd been by her side since the first crack of dawn, readying her for the ceremony in the sept, with their mother by their side as they did so.
As it was in the fitting, the dress, nay the gown that Helaena wore, was truly fit for a princess. The finest Myrish silks had been delicately embroidered and beaded around the collar, and whilst form fitting to her hips, the silk seemed to sway with every step she took, flying about her like an ocean wave. She and Alicent had sat in silence as Helaena was dressed up in her underthings and corset before the dress was finally and carefully pulled on, and as Heleana finally stepped out from behind the dressing screen, Allarria couldn't help but let out a quiet "oh!" Tears filled her eyes at the sight of her; she looked so beautiful. It was one thing to see her in her dress for a fitting, but looking upon her now, truly dressed up as though she were a bride, was a whole nother thing. Her hair was braided back and out of her face, with flowers and fake butterflies decorating both under her veil and above, pinned into where her tiara sat.
