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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T H I R T Y - T W O
I tell myself you don't mean a thing And what we got, got no hold on me ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Daella and Helaena had spent most of the morning on dragon back, soaring the skies and filling them with laughter. They flew over the streets of Kingslanding, low enough that they could hear the gasps of surprise, witness the shouts of exhilaration and see the clothes and hair of the people below getting ruffled. Daella was acutely aware that it did not only serve as a way to amuse the inhabitants of Kingslanding, but also as a reminder of where true power resided.
Silverwing was audibly and visibly happy that she was the one being ridden for once, Vermithor flying riderless below her, for she let out puffs of air and blew out small seas of fire. Daella turned her head to look at Heleana, who was right next to Silverwing on Dreamfyre, a concentrated expression on her face. A soft and genuine smile came to Daella's face at the sight of Helaena. The dark circles under her eyes had disappeared at the same time Aegon had and she was not nearly as restless or anxious as she had been before. The realm was not the only one better off without Aegon, that much was clear.
Sometimes Daella wondered what might become of him and whether he had dug his own grave already. It would not surprise her if he would be able to create something for himself, for vermin and weeds always tended to survive, no matter how harshly you might fight them, but she found that she did not really care. For all those living in Westeros, the firstborn son of the late King Viserys was dead and what might happen in a whorehouse in Lys or Tyrosh was none of her concern.
When the sun moved overhead, they returned to the Dragonpit in time for midday supper and after Daella was done taking a bath, she went to the royal apartments. As soon as she put her first foot inside, her eyes falling on the worried expression on the Lady Alicent's face, the furious one on Aemond's and the completely unbothered one on Helaena's, she knew something was wrong. All of their eyes flickered every once in a while to a letter laying open on the table, the parchment crinkled and made smooth again, and frowning, she took it in her hands. Her mother's answer had apparently come early in the morning, but not before Daella and Helaena had left and she read the words curiously.
