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𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 ˖*°࿐ 04. the last dinner ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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IT ALL STARTED WITH A DREAM. Valaena couldn't exactly pinpoint why or what the dream meant, but the only thing that she knew for certain is that things were about to change, and quickly. It was a calm morning, her flight was uneventful, breakfast with her siblings, and studying in the library was all she did during the day.
Of course, with a pair of eyes following every move: she really didn't understand him. These past few weeks he has ignored her, turning around the hallway as soon as he caught her figure, not even sparing her a second glance as he walked past her with Baela by his side.
And after a few days, he just changed: it all started with a few looks here and there, when she lifted her head and their eyes met. Nothing more. But it got worse, to the point that it started to annoy her. Why were all men so... men.
She just decided to the same: ignore him.
And as the days went by, she just pretended he didn't exist: she enjoyed her morning flights with Luke, sparring with her brothers when her mother was not watching, listening to Helaena's dreams, and from time to time, spending some time with Rhaenyra.
Now, she was supposed to not engage with her step-sister. But for some reason, Rhaenyra brought her peace, brought her that motherly kindness she craved so often. So she couldn't step away each time she saw her, each time her fingers braided her hair, the way she engulfed her in an embrace.
She started to think that maybe she got it all wrong. Maybe her mother had it all twisted. It could not be the same Rhaenyra she so desperately claimed that wanted nothing to do with her. Certainly not the same Rhaenyra who braided small braids on her hair; the same Rhaenyra who held her face so delicately, so full of love that she might start crying; and definitely not the same Rhaenyra who watched her spar with her brothers, a proud small smile on her face.
