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THE STRANGER

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charapter one: the stranger.-
(Timeline:episode 6-an eye for an eye)

Death.

Death was still a foreign concept for Maelora. The little girl had the mere age of five, and yet her mind was still full of questions. She did not understand why people had to die, what was the meaning of life if someday it had to end? The only answer the young princess would get from her mother was that eventully the stranger would've came for them all, no matter what path they chose to follow or how many things they tried to do to make theirselves immortal. And yet the question still lingered in her young mind: why was someone waiting for them at the end of the road? What did they want from them?

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the voice of her older cousin, Rhaena-"We don't want mother to be gone..."-The little girl's eyes were teary and completly red from crying, the news of her mother's death had devastated her more than she cared to show, her voice was trembling, on the verge of breaking just once more before her sister put a soothing hand on her shoulder, preventing it for doing so. Baela's conditions weren't excactly better, her eyes were full of tears aswell but she tried to stay as composed as she could. After all it was a lesson she had learnt young, Targaryens are not like other people, they do not shed tears in front of the others.

"Our mother said that the stranger had came for her, that they knew she was suffering and wanted to help her."-Luke interrupted, it was his mere attempt to make the two girls feel better, letting them have to closure to think that death helped their mother, however Maelora did not think like her brother, she never did. It was no secret in the realm that the young princess was rather strange, sure she wasn't considered completly out of bonkers like her aunt Helaena, but people liked to wisper, and of course they wispered about her aswell, about her tendencies to say weird things or about her wanting to know too much.

All it took for Maelora to distance herself from her family was a little a dragonfly that flew above her head. Immidiately the small insect had caught the princess' attentions, and without a second thought Maelora started to follow her amongst the sands of Driftmark. The main reason why the young princess was so captivated by that small insect was because it's wings were fully black, and usually dragonflys weren't black. When the little dragonfly finally stopped on a balcony, Maelora tried to run towards her, but before she could reach her she bumped into someone, who luckly caugh her before she could fall.

"Careful, niece. Or next time you might get seriously hurt."- Aemond's voice cut trough her thoughts as his hands helped her to get on her feet again. The sight of her uncle in front of her bloked something inside of Maelora, usually she would've blamed her shyness or the fact that she was rather introverted, but this time it was different...and sooner than later a sense of dread came to her heart.