ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ━ ᴊ. ᴠᴇʟᴀʀʏᴏɴ

TWO

~ TWO ~ 

 || THE ROYAL BALL ||

After Anya has arrived in King's Landing, she is introduced to her sister's family, all of which give her disapproving and snarling glares. She was reading in Helaena's chambers with her when a knock came from the door. 

"Come," the girl replied, as Otto Hightower entered the chambers.

"Daughter. I need you to come with me," he announced.

"Uh, sure. I guess. Bye, Helaena." Anya replied, hugging the princess before she left with her father.

"We need to get you fitted for a dress," he replied. Anya stared at him distantly.

"A dress? For what, exactly? I already have one."

"Not in Hightower colours, you don't," Otto replied.

"No fucking way. I'm not wearing your shitty ass colours!" she growled at him.

"If you're going to be a part of our family, Anya. Then you're going to wear the colours of House Hightower," her father replied to her. "Understand me, little girl?"

"Fine," she rolled her eyes, as Otto took her to a dressing room in the castle, where a batch of maidens organised fabrics and a dress for the princess.

"I need a new dress for my daughter. Hightower colours, at once," Otto responded as he left Anya to the handmaidens & seamstresses to organise her dress.

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Meanwhile at Dragonstone, where some of the Tarygarens had been living, due to the ongoing hatred between Team Black and Team Green. Rhaenyra ordered a servant to get Jace, her eldest son, into her chambers.

"Jace. There's going to be a royal ball, held at King's Landings, tonight. Daemon and I can't go tonight, but you can go in place, of me and him."

"Do I have to?" Jace teasingly pouted. "I'd much rather read a book."

"Come on, Jace. You need to experience King's Landing from time to time. Who knows, if you're lucky, you'll find a pretty girl to dance with." Rhaenyra said, teasing him back.

"Which means, I have to go to a ball, hosted by the Greens?" he argued back delicately.

"I know you dislike the Greens, but tonight you have to bear with them." The Queen said firmly. "Just play nice with your family and be cordial with them. And then you can leave, dear."

"Yes, yes. Of course, your Grace. I'll be on my best behaviour." Jace responded, pouting his head tenderly.

"That's my good boy," Rhaenyra said as she patted his face tenderly. "Go, now. Behave, son."

Jacaerys rolled his eyes at his mother, before heading to his chambers with his handmaiden attending him to get him ready to go to the Royal Ball.  He wasn't excited to go to the ball, at all. He would much rather read a good book in his chambers.  But he knew that going to this ball would please his mother, even if it was for a night.

As soon as he was dressed and in his best attire, the young prince of Dragonstone made it to his golden-scaled dragon, Vermax and hopped onto his back. With a deafening roar, the dragon took to the sky, with Jace on his back.