✶|𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺|✶ 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯

✶Chapter 6✶

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After the fire

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Year 126

Westeros

Starfall , Dorne

"Serena, look at this fabric! It's so beautiful!" Sylara exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she held up the material for her sister to see. "Mum, can we buy it?" she asked eagerly, turning to their mother with a hopeful expression.

Their mother smiled softly and nodded, amused by her daughters' enthusiasm.

They had been in the Starfall citadel for about half an hour, choosing fabrics for new dresses since both of the young Dayne girls seemed to be outgrowing their clothes so quickly. 

The marketplace was bustling with activity, a typical scene of vendors calling out to showcase their goods, people haggling for better prices, and the hum of conversations filling the air. The streets were adorned with flowers, while the sweet scent of baked goods drifted through the breeze. 

Children dashed between the stalls, chasing after a ball, adding to the lively atmosphere of the square.

"Rena, dear, have you found any fabrics that catch your eye?"

Serena scanned the variety of fabrics in front of her, there were certainly plenty to choose from. Eventually, her gaze settled on a rich violet fabric, embroidered with delicate white flowers.

"Alright, Laenah," Lady Dayne instructed her handmaiden, "Please purchase the fabric Sylara liked, and the one Serena picked out as well. In the meantime, I'll take the girls to get some sweet rolls. The smell is simply irresistible."

Her daughters' faces lit up at the mention of sweet rolls, and they eagerly followed their mother as she led them toward the bakery. 

Elyara and Sullen (Sylara's handmaiden), trailed closely behind the ladies as they walked through the streets. Two guards followed at a respectful distance, their eyes sharp and attentive, quietly ensuring their safety.

As they made their way, passersby took notice, recognizing them immediately. 

Some glanced their way, others offered subtle nods of respect, but no one lingered or interrupted their journey. 

While it was clear that many were curious about the women of the family that helped manage and oversee the city, they also respected the quiet dignity of a mother strolling with her daughters, allowing them the privacy and space they deserved.

The only time they had been interrupted was during a walk much like today, when Serena, her mother, and sister were out to buy fabrics. 

Was when a young girl had approached them with shy steps, placing delicate flower wreaths on Serena's and her sister's heads. 

It was a gesture of gratitude for their care of the city and its lands. Lady Kyria smiled warmly at the child's gesture, bending down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead before the girl, blushing, scampered back to her mother's arms.

After finishing their sweet rolls at the cozy village bakery, they began to make their way back to the castle. The afternoon sun bathed the bustling marketplace in warm golden light, casting long shadows as the group leisurely walked through the village.