Ānogar ānograro
BLOOD OF MY BLOOD
Maegor Targaryen ended up having a son with Ceryse Hightower. The son was supposed to be the heir but was displaced by Jaehaerys Targaryen.
That son ended up creating a new cadet branch of Targaryens.
That branch en...
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Daena hated the sun from a very early age. Not because it was too bright or because it represented happiness, which didn't match with the dark mysterious vibe she tried so hard to exude. It was because if she spent more than 15 minutes in the summer sun, her face would break out with red spots and sometimes she would even get sunburnt.
This made absolutely no sense to her considering she could have the hottest of baths and didn't feel the heat from fire that easily, but apparently, like most things in her life, the gods have a sense of humour and decided things don't have to make sense.
We're deviating. The point is- Daena couldn't stand the sun. However, when Helaena wanted to go out to the gardens, who was she to say no?
So here she was, lying down on tickling grass trying to get as much shade as possible while her cousin tried to find new bugs for her collection.
"It has been almost a year since he passed," Helaena murmured as a centipede crawled on her fingers, "Do you miss him?"
Daena huffed as she propped herself on her elbows, "I suppose I ought to." Daena furrowed her brows as she tried to retreat inside her mind and find out exactly what it was that she felt concerning her father's death.
Helaena noticed her companion's face and asked, "What is it?"
"I don't know how I feel about his death," Daena started, "Before I knew he was always there, and now he's not. That's all. But I hate all that has happened after his death. Daerion spends more time in the Vale, he is now Lord-"
"The Vale is still under the rule of Jeyne Arryn until your brother comes of age." Helaena reminded.
"I know, but he's away more often. I don't think I like it that much. I'm afraid I won't see him when he becomes Lord of the Vale." Daena explained as she absentmindedly picked at the grass underneath her hand.
Helaena hummed, "At least you claimed a dragon. Now you can fly to see him whenever you want."
"Yes," Daena smiled as she recalled her dragon.
The only riderless dragons were Silverwing, Vermithor, Greyghost, Gaelithox, and Cannibal at the time, and all of them dwelled on Dragonstone.
This meant she had to sneak out of the Red Keep, find a not to pedophilic sailor to take her to the island, sneak past her mother who lived on the island because god knows she was traumatised the last time her kid claimed a dragon, and lastly, try not to get eaten alive.
Simple, right?
It actually was, surprisingly, because in a turn of events, her mother had come to Kings Landing with the declaration that she would accompany Daena to the Dragonmont and have her claim a dragon.
She had later learned that Daerion had some sort of dream about it and told Daenys, who didn't want to risk the possibility of another run-in with the Cannibal.
