femaleinterlude
The night a wail echoed throughout the red keep, was the night the world graced Rhaella Targaryen with a younger sister.A perfect mirror, a perfect friend.
But as the two grew and king viserys saw the difference between the two of them, it was as if they was strangers with the same last name. Rhaella Targaryen was the complete opposite to her younger sister, yet she was outspoken, she knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to back down.
Harwin strong, a Nobels son. 'Breakbones' yet for the 18 year old princess he was like putty in her hands. The girl with the crooked smile, of course he had ladies from all over calling upon him. Swearing their loyalty and promise. But none mattered. Not like she did.
The king had refused to wed the two, despite rhaellas begs and cries.
And Harwin had refused to marry another, despite the need for heirs for his household name.