Daenys Targaryen,
Born as a babe from the crimes of Daemon Targaryen to her mother, Lady Rhea. Raised quietly, as a princess in the capital by the young Queen Alicent Hightower. Whose eager hands nursed and raised the babe as her own.
As any Targaryen, the gods flipped a coin, and with Daenys, it may yet be a mystery as to why, and who she is. That is, aside from the Courts grand plans of her. A Princess from the vale, set to inherit Runestone after she is wed, which means, a powerfull piece on the board, laid out to secure the seven Houses for either Green, or Black.
Warning
As you all well know I like to write my stories with a raw heart and this story is by far not meant for those who are faint of heart, I also apologize for my lack of editing chapters in my other books, I will do so with this one untill further notice.
This books contains content that some readers may view as unsettling
Damarys Targaryen was the second born daughter of Viserys and Aemma Targaryen. The sense of duty was instilled in the young princess from a early age, always a polite smile on her face, never a mean word from her lips, the exact image of a perfect noble woman not a hair ever out of place.
While the princess was was some what subdued in the eyes of the majority, there was one person who made the girl shine like no other could, her dear uncle Daemon.
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