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The flowers were dancing in the wind, the trees were hitting against the glass window. Rhea Royce, lied there, screaming in pain, grunting as she pushed her baby out of her womb, with sweat mixed with tears dripping down her face. A whole day in labor, her husband not in sight, she gripped onto the bed tightly as her screams filled the room, the Maesters rushing in and out, trying to soothe the woman. Finally, after hours of excruciating pain, the babe was finally here. A girl, dark hair, ocean blue eyes, fragile, almost sickly. Rhea looked at the babe and smiled slightly, "Let me hold her." She spoke, the Maesters looked over at the door frame, where Daemon Targaryen stood, shaking his head. "Let me hold her." Rhea repeated annoyed, the lady holding the babe walked over to Daemon, handing her to him. Rhea looked over and saw her husband, "No. Give her to me, let me hold her now." She said angrily, "No. She is my daughter, not yours." Daemon said. He handed the baby to a lady who took her to a room, Daemon walked over slowly to Rhea, "You will leave this place, never return." He started, "If you do, I will not hesitate to kill you." He finished. "No! No, I will not leave my child with you." She yelled, "Yes you will. And you will do so without argument." Daemon yelled out. Rhea looked over at her ladies, who had unreadable expressions. "Fine. I will leave." She spoke, Daemon smiled, then soon left the room.
Naerys Targryen, was her name. She was now 7 years of age, mind of a wiseman, but a melancholic child. She was living in Pentos with her step mother, Laena Velaryon, and her two children Baela and Rhaena Targaryen, her half sisters. Every night before going to bed she would pray to the Gods, cleansing her soul from all the evil from her father injected inside her. She was not very close with either of her half sisters, she was more lonely, she was an odd child, not wanting to play, not wanting to spend time with anyone, her father worried for her, but Laena assured him that nothing was wrong with her. Laena had been in labor for many hours, her screams echoed down the hall. Naerys spent that night praying, and praying, until praying was all she knew. After the screams died down, she heard her father rushing down the hall, she peeped her little head out to see what was wrong, gods how she wished she didn't do that. She saw Laena being engulfed by the flames of Vhagar, her dragon. A tear had escaped the girls eye, she ran back to her room, shutting the door. She looked over at her dragon, Tairnranach, a green dragon, with hues of gold between its scales. She petted the top of his head, "You're one of the only good things that has happened to me so far in life." Naerys said quietly, practically whispering, Tairnranach purred, looking as if he was smiling.
This day, was the day of the Lady Laena Velaryon's funeral. Naerys stood with her father, holding onto his hand tightly. Baela and Rhaena stood with their grandmother, Rhaenys Targaryen. Lord Vaemond Velaryon was giving a speech, in honor of his niece. Naerys thought of this as a kind gesture towards the lady, but she was wrong, once she heard the words come from his mouth, she completely stopped listening, She was pushed out of her thoughts, as she heard her father's laughter, she wondered why he was laughing so loudly, she felt the stares of others, directed to her and her father. She wished that she could disappear from this place, fly away to Essos ans live happily. But it's just a dream, not reality. Naerys looked up at the man she called father, and made a confused expression, his laughter died down until it was silent once again. Now that the moment was over, she walked over to where the food was, she grabbed a small piece of fruit and stood there, staring into the sea. She felt someone tap her shoulder, she spun around and saw the prince Jacaerys Velaryon. She knew the boy was of no Velaryon, it was quite obvious, but he was Targaryen. She bowed, "My prince." She said as she rose from her position, "Please call me Jacaerys, my lady." The boy said, "Well of course, Jacaerys." She said quietly. Before the prince could talk, Naerys said something that irked him in a way no one could explain, "Do you ever think about death?" She questioned, he wore a confused expression, "For me, I think of it all the time. I want to die in the water, or in the comfort of my own home with someone that I love, not being butchered brutally by someone I do not know." She finished off, "My prince, how would you like to die?" She questioned further more, "My lady, I don't think of death, it's not in my mind. It is something I don't want to happen for a long time." He said, shaking slightly at the girl in front of him. Naerys hummed in response, then walked away.
