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OCEANS OF a deep royal blue rose and fell with each wave, the ship rocking to its continuous back and forth pattern. The sky was dark and freckled with stars illuminating over the surface area of the water, it left an almost ethereal glow, enchanting those who were in its wake.
There kneeled a young Rhaenys Targaryen, perched over the ships railing with salty tears tracking down the sides of her plump cheeks.
The tears burst forth like a horse charging into battle, uncontrollably leaking from the sockets of her eyes. She kneeled there for a while letting the salty liquid dampen her face for hours upon end, listening to the silent crashing of waves in the distance.
She basked in the quiet surroundings of the uncrowded ship, trying to recollect her never-ending spiralling thoughts; why was she there? Where were her mother and baby brother? What had happened to them and where was this mysterious woman taking her?
She hadn't had the answers to any of those questions, but the notable absence of her family had hit her the hardest. She missed the warmth of her mother's loving embrace and the silky soothing sound of her calming voice.
She missed her baby brother's tight grip on her dark curls as he cooed to her in the dawn of the morn. She had even missed the angelic sound of her father playing his harp echo off the walls of the Red Keep, and the soft purrs of her kitten Balerion as she stroked his feathery night-black fur.
The woman who dragged her onto this dreadful ship had been the handmaiden of her mother Elia, Rhaenys had seen her a few times around the halls, carrying fresh sheets or serving goblets of wine and fresh treats from the kitchens, but other than that the two hadn't been familiar with each other.
Rhaenys had awoke earlier that morning to the frightening sight of that woman holding a small vile between her fingertips, inside the vile was a strange blue liquid that swished from side to side whenever she adjusted her grip on the glass tube.
Rhaenys first instinct was to kick or scream for her mother but Rhaenys was too much in a dream-like state to even whimper out a plea. The curly-headed woman had a regretful expression on her face as she grasped Rhaenys jaw open and dropped little droplets of the mysterious blue liquid onto her tongue.
Before she knew it Rhaenys had started drifting off into a slumber-like state only remembering the last few words that the handmaiden had muttered under her breath, "I'm sorry."
And that was how she ended up here, looking outward into the Narrow Sea, unaware of her destined location or fate. The woman hadn't shown her face since but Rhaenys knew she was lurking about somewhere amongst the ship.
The sound of footsteps approaching echoed throughout the once quiet serenity of the deck. Rhaenys body tensed as the sound grew closer and it eventually stopped only a few feet away from her kneeling position.
