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❝ We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy ❞
On her honour, Naerys had not known her drunken fool of a cousin had conceived a passion for her handmaiden, nor that her fair friend had deigned to meet his glassy gaze. Naerys had always been fanciful, but even she could have never dreamt Daeron would steal Roslin away in the dead of night.
Her father had been bemused, her mother affronted, her grandfather furious. Roslin had come to the Red Keep as a hostage, the price her family paid for their inaction during the Rebellion. She was never meant to be a dragon's bride. How the gods favoured her proud, ancient blood.
She could still hear her uncle's cursing, something along the lines of "the fucking Hightowers, again." Oldtown celebrated from dusk to dawn, when word spread of the star-crossed lovers. In the end, Daeron and Roslin seemed content in their punishment: exile to serene Summerhall.
Naerys thought the scandal excessive. If the Hightowers were truly beginning the game anew, Daeron was a poor choice for pawn. Her father would sit the Iron Throne; after him, Valarr.
As for herself... well, she would find her own path.
( In which Princess Naerys dreams of song and splendour while Prince Daeron's wife spirals in her sorrow )
━━ a knight of the seven kingdoms fanfic
daeron targaryen x original character
ser duncan the tall x original character
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