*ON PAUSE FOR TIME BEING**
❝There is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin ― especially when the fray pits mother against child.❞
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Princess Naerys Targaryen, the overlooked daughter of King Viserys, walked t...
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For two long months, Naerys remained confined to her chambers, a prisoner of her own grief, refusing to grant audience to anyone but her handmaiden. She emerged only when duty commanded it, bowing to the royal edict of King Viserys I, who had proclaimed Rhaenyra Targaryen as his heir. Silently, she stood by the Iron Throne and the sovereign, as the lords of the Seven Kingdoms pledged their fealty to their future Queen.
Yet, as time unfurled, and with Rhaenyra's support, Naerys began to stir from her cloud of depression. After those two endless months, she was finally seen once more wandering the halls of the Red Keep, but she was not the same.
To the court, she now appeared a haunting silhouette, a permanent frown shadowing her face. And when once her wardrobe flourished with a spectrum of ivory gowns, she now donned only the deepest shades of mourning black, for she would grieve her mother until her own last breath.
Six months had passed since her mother's death, and while she had once wished away the dreams that haunted her at night, she now longed for their return. Each night had brought no visions, leaving her to her own thoughts—that of her mother lying in her own pool of blood.
As she stood before the looking glass, cold fingers trailed up her spine, fastening the ties of her black dress. She observed her own reflection, noting the pale hint of color returning to her cheeks.
"Thank you, Willa," she said softly as her handmaiden completed the task of dressing her.
"Is there anything else you require, Princess?" Willa inquired, concern etched upon her profile.
Naerys glanced at her bed where three fine ivory gowns lay neatly stacked, remains of her past self she wished to forget. "I found some more dresses that no longer serve me. Would you please dispose of them?"
Willa approached the bed, handling the garments with care. "What shall I do with them, Princess?"
"Throw them out, gift them, sell them," Naerys replied carelessly. "Do with them what you wish."
With a reluctant nod, Willa curtsied and departed her chambers.
Rhaenyra entered, her gaze following the handmaiden as she went. "Good morrow, sister," the princess greeted, a warm smile gracing her lips.
