Upon the death of her Lord Husband, Enora Hightower returned to the Red Keep. The eldest daughter of the Hand arrived just in time to attend the tourney in celebration of the predicted birth of the King's heir.
Female!OC x Viserys Targaryen
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The next day, when Viserys had left the tent early that morning he had still been worrying over the matter of succession. Upon his return the King had gathered his wife into his arms and whispered how relieved he was when the hart had been brown instead of white.
Now everyone was enjoying a midday meal before they left camp and returned to their castles. Servants bustled around packing up tents and serving food. Enora sat at the table with her husband and father watching as Alicent sat on a blanket spread out in front of the table playing with Ilaria and Aegon.
All of the sudden the crowd grew quiet as Princess Rhaenyra rode in on her horse drenched in blood and dragging a boar behind her. A small number of nobles gathered around her horse as Rhaenyra dismounted, wishing to welcome the Princess back or question her on her adventure. But Rhaenyra just walked right past them, heading towards the tent she had been meant to share with her family.
Enora was relieved to see Rhaenyra return, but she couldn't help but worry about the amount of blood on her. Before she could think Enora had stood from her seat and rounded the table, pulling Rhaenyra into her embrace as the Princess tried to walk past.
"I was so worried." Enora whispered as she held her stepdaughter tight. Rhaenyra slowly accepted the hold, wrapping her arms around her stepmother in return. Enora pulled away slightly, looking Rhaenyra up and down for any sign of injuries. "Are you injured at all?"
"I am fine, Enora." Rhaenyra couldn't help but smile as the Queen began fussing over her.
"Then who's blood is this?"
"I killed a boar." Rhaenyra grinned.
"You killed a boar?" Enora gasped. "That is amazing, you must tell me all about it."
Rhaenyra launched into her tale as Enora led her to the tent, the stepmother avidly listening. Viserys smiled as his wife and daughter disappeared into the tent. He was happy to see the two getting along.
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A hot bath had been quickly prepared for the Princess, some of Enora's personal oils had been poured in to help Rhaenyra relax. The young girl scrubbed at her body with a cloth while Enora washed the blood from her hair.
"I wish my time had been as exciting as yours, the closest thing I saw was when Lady Redwyne ate her cake too fast and began to choke." Enora complained, using a comb to attempt to pick out the dried blood. "Your father killed the hart though, so I suppose the hunt was a success. Although it wasn't white like the royal huntsman had thought."
"It wasn't?"
"No, though your father was relieved. With the way the men talked about the white hart and what it meant, it would've been terrible to have seen while celebrating Aegon's name day."
