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The Targaryens were drawn to the blood of the Dragon, trueborn or not. Let them whisper in the shadows. They have never felt the heat of fire and blood.
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"Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended.
Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved."
The word struck like a stone.
"Beloved?"
"Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision.
"When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear."
Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper.
"He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds."
Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal."
"So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him."
Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing.
"If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head."
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-Daughter of Shiera Seastar and Lord Bloodraven
-Son of Baelor Breakspear
[This book has not been edited yet. English is not my first language, please forgive any mistakes.]