For almost her entire life, Daella Targaryen has lived as Mellara Rivers, the bastard daughter of Arnold Arryn and cupbearer of Lady Jeyne Arryn. First and trueborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daella had but slight contact with her fami...
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You adored me before ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Daella bit her lip as she entered her room to prevent her smile from escaping before it should and once she heard the familiar click of the bolt falling in the lock, a grin spread all over her face. She ran in the direction of her bed and dove into it, the wooden frame creaking terribly in protest. Pressing her mouth in the sheets, she allowed the laughter to spill free and wiggled her legs, which were hanging off the bed, in joy.
Upon her and Aemond's arrival, they had been instructed to go to the King's solar immediately. Aemond had given her a shit-eating grin that predicted that inside that room was the greatest chastising ever awaiting her and indeed, the Queen had been standing at her husband's side, her hands folded sternly in front of her stomach and a grave expression on her face. Three people had anxiously been waiting for the King's verdict and when he beckoned Daella to come closer, she was sure she was done for. She had swallowed the lump in her throat, climbed the dais and was preparing for the worst.
Instead, the King had one of the guards bring a chair next to his and ushered her to sit down. "Tell me," he began, his voice grave. "Is Vermithor still as big as the stories make him out to be?" King Viserys had asked her in a wheezing voice. Though he was a fragile man, the curiosity was clear in his voice and the excitement obvious in his eyes. "Decades ago was the last time I saw him fly, when my grandsire was still in good health. What of Silverwing, is she still ever the docile beauty?"
The Queen had let out a frustrated sigh, obviously longing for a tell-off from the King himself, and excused herself from the solar only moments later. The King had signalled for another chair close to his and Daella's and urged Aemond to sit down as well, the three of them forming a small circle. She had given her uncle a sly look, one he did not acknowledge but of which she had no doubt he had seen. She had returned her attention to her grandsire and told him all about her adventure in binding the two dragons to her, King Viserys smiling kindly at her words and his milky eyes flickering between her and Aemond every now and then. At last, he had declared that the night had been an exciting one, but that it was time to sleep now and bid Aemond to escort Daella to her chambers, which the latter only did begrudgingly.
Closing her eyes and rolling on her back with a deep sigh, she clasped her hands together on her stomach. She could still see the look on Aemond's face as the two of them walked back to her room. It was the twitching of the muscle in his cheek that did it for Daella, betraying his obvious frustration every single time when he hid it overall so well. She thought of Vermithor and Silverwing, the two beautiful beasts, and kicked her legs up and down again.
