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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F I F T Y - S I X
And it's nice to be ugly in each other's arms So we can grow over all the things we were before ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Daella and Helaena crawled through the narrow spaces the hidden passageways of Riverrun had to offer, quick to follow the directions offered by the knight who promised their escape. Daella had learned his name was ser Dustin and that he was from a minor and quite insignificant house. Even though his birth was nothing worth mentioning, his actions surely were. Where Daella had been uncertain of his intentions before, she was now of the opinion that if anything, ser Dustin was helping them out of purely selfish reasons. She liked those reasons the best.
"How much further?" Helaena asked in a whisper, scooting along the walls. They were so close together that one could only pass them sideways and running was no option, so their journey was anything but speedy. Daella gave Helaena's hand a little squeeze and pulled in her stomach as they passed a particularly narrow path, grateful for the fact that the child inside of her was not yet too big.
Ser Dustin let out a grunt and suddenly moved frontways, urging with his hands that Daella and Helaena should hurry to follow him. "It is not much further," he said, sounding out of breath. "But we will end up quite a bit north from Riverrun and we will have to move back through the fields to get you to your dragon, Princess."
Daella frowned, forcing her legs to go on walking despite the steady and growing ache in her muscles. "You mean the field that my mother's husband has got crawling with soldiers and his dragon?"
"That would be the one, Your Grace," ser Dustin replied, a nervous chuckle escaping his mouth.
Just as Daella was about to make a witty reply, she could suddenly hear the hurried scuffing of another pair of footsteps, as well as the murmur of hushed voices. Pushing her finger to her mouth, she halted and held her breath until she heard the sounds again, her heart skipping a beat in fright. "They are following us," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She stared at the fearful expression on ser Dustin's face, the shadows of the torch he was holding illuminating his face in the strangest way. At once, Daella reached out and grabbed the torch, throwing it to the ground and stamping it until the flames went out. Listening once again, she still heard the footsteps coming closer and cursing under her breath, she urged ser Dustin to go on. They continued at an agonizingly slow pace to keep the sounds to a bare minimum, until at last, they appeared to come to an old cesspool.
"From here it is still at least a quarter of a league until you will reach your dragons, my Queen," ser Dustin murmured as he pushed his hands against the trapdoor closing the sewer pit. He moved the metal structure with ease, motioning with his hand that Daella should come closer. Daella did as she was bid, letting go of Helaena's hand and moving to stand in front of ser Dustin, when she was suddenly stopped by the sound of a voice.
