PRINCE DAERON'S NAMEDAY celebration was in less than a day, and yet Daella had seen nothing of the prince—or his siblings for that matter.
The only correlation the lady had towards the prince still being within the castle walls was the amiable bickering and chattering taking place between handmaidens and servants who were scurrying around the castle preparing for the celebration.
She knew the whole reason the queen had even wanted her there was for the Tyrell girl to meet her sons—and possibly form a bond, her aunt told her.
But no bond could be formed if no people were around.
And in Cyrelle's eyes, no bond shall be formed—especially a bond between her niece and the queen's sons.
Daella hadn't seen much of the queen either, much to her aunts delight. And instead the two ended up spending most of their time with a heavily pregnant princess Rhaenyra.
"You aunt is rather scary." A small brunette boy whispered from beside her, staring warily at her aunt who sat opposite the princess, a strawberry cake in hand.
The boy looked down at the girl whom was related to the cold woman, grinning toothily when he watched her fling herself upside down.
"I suppose so." Daella giggled, squinting her eyes when she felt the blood rush to her head.
"My brother told me your aunt was the most feared woman in the realm." Lucerys, once again whispered, copying her actions and dropping himself down, his floppy mop of hair grazing the stone floor of the drawing room.
That made Daella giggle once more. She learned—the short period of time she resided in Kingslanding—that Jacaerys was awfully careful around her, making sure she was put before anyone, first and foremost . However, Lucerys was childish and neglected boundaries—In the nicest way possible—something that made Daella feel less scared of the quiet.
While Jacaerys embraced the silence, welcomed it like an old friend. He was used to the silence, after hours of studying in the library, and sat beside his mother watching as she fondled with whatever it was an heir was supposed to be doing. He knew silence quite well.
But Luke was young and ripe, silence was his enemy. He treated silence like an enemy of the crown. Luke was used to the havoc of the training yard, the yelping of helpless men and the pound clangs and clashes of swords. Luke was used to the mischievous storm rumbling in the pit of his stomach, waiting for the right moment to release the chaos.
Daella and Luke had a lot in common.
"My aunt is feared by the handmaidens who are frightened she may slice their fingers off if they tailored my dress too tight." Daella smiled at the younger boy beside her when she heard him howl with laughter.
Much to his brother's chagrin, Luke bonded quickly with the Tyrell girl. Claiming at dinner—after she was quick to defend Luke against his uncle, Aegon, stating he was an 'apocalyptic creature sent down to the realm to cause all misery.'— that she was his new best friend and sworn protector.
Even when his mother chastised him for his eruption and how Jacaerys was sending him a disapproving look, Daella was quite content with being Luke's supposed new best friend saying it was 'the highest and most courteous honour she'd ever been given.' And they had become quite close in the two days that statement was given.
"My brother tells me to bring him up in conversation with you." Lucerys hummed, not realising the weight of his words. But he was a child, he didn't know words could have weight. And neither did she.
"Oh." Was all so said. Her eyes widened and her mouth was screwed shut. The prince. The prince of the Seven Kingdoms. The Heir to the Iron Throne. Wanted to be the topic of conversation between her and his brother.
Lucerys looked at her, furrowing his brows at her odd answer. "Do you not like my brother?" Luke asked innocently.
Like felt a pit of worry grow in his stomach. He had overheard his mother tell Jacaerys of the possible betrothal between the lady of Highgarden and his brother. And from that moment, Jacaerys had become oddly infatuated with her, hearing the news of her journey, the eldest son of the princess had rushed into every room making sure it was more than perfect.
And when Luke and Daella became friends, he couldn't help but feel jealous at the thought that maybe Daella was slowly liking his brother mlre
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THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon
Fanfiction"I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship." - Louisa May Alcott In which the young Lady Tyrell needs to learn how to take control instead of asking for it... ALL RIGHTS TO HBO AND GEORGE RR MARTIN except my own characters and...
