GODS CURSED ~ daeron the daring || asoiaf

Maegelle Velaryon was born amongst thunders and fire, blood and sweat, but most importantly, pain. Born a woman, but also a princess. The weight of duty was as palpable as a flame against skin, the expectations the others had in her as high as a dragon dancing in the sky. The cruelness of the world had made it very clear to the eyes of the young princess that she was born for only one, damned thing: all she had to do was sit, look pretty, and obey. A woman had little to have and even less to give in a world like that, if it hadn't been for their "gift" of creating new lives, they would've been erased from the face of the earth a lot sooner than excepted. At least that was people kept reapeating her since she was old enough to hold a needle and sew. She managed just fine for the first years of her life. She could bear the mother's stern look when she did something that had little to do with a princess;the stares of the people around her and their smiles who never quite reached their eyes; the weight of others expectations about her and her life; the piercing, icy stare of the septa when she failed her stitching, and even the inappropriate looks she received from the lords who wished to bind their house to the targaryens by the rite of marriage. But everything changed when incident after incident kept cutting the ties between the two sides of her family. Reason why, one day, she lost the only person that could understand her emotions. Her dear uncle, Daeron. Maegelle Velaryon was born to inherit naught but fire and ash. But maybe not everything was lost....