The Rogue Prince has lost his wife in a terrible accident which leaves him the option to remarry.
Lady Anastasia Tully is a kind girl from the Riverlands thrown into the mess of the dragon family - a mess she is trying so hard to avoid yet it seems...
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Anastasia realized one undeniable truth: she was far stronger than she had ever imagined.
The healing process proved to be far more challenging and uncomfortable than Anastasia had anticipated. The pain she experienced upon resuming walking was excruciating, akin to starting from scratch. Despite the discomfort, she was determined to push her limits. King Viserys and Queen Aemma had organized a grand feast in honor of her children, and Anastasia refused to remain bedridden. She made a point to walk every single day, seizing any opportunity, no matter the hour.
Even when Daemon advised her to take things easier, Anastasia's determination remained strong. Once she made a decision, it was unlikely that she would change it.
Anastasia found herself grateful (and pleasantly surprised) by the constant presence and support of Princess Rhaenyra and Lady Alicent. They were incredibly attentive, showing genuine concern for her well-being and assisting her every step of the way. Anastasia's heart swelled with gratitude at their kindness, especially when Rhaenyra offered her a ride on Syrax (when she is big enough) once she had fully recovered.
Lady Anastasia visited her children every day, her heart filled with love and wonder as she gazed upon them. Nestled beside her children were their dragon eggs, two of which had begun to hatch just a few days prior—the eggs belonging to her sons.
Anastasia felt a pang of concern as she noticed her daughter's egg remained intact, untouched by the hatching process. Knowing the significance of dragons to Targaryens, she didn't want her daughter to feel left out. However, Daemon reassured her, explaining that their daughter could still claim a dragon in the future, as he had done, if her egg never hatched.
Her sons remained tiny and struggled with breathing difficulties, while her youngest, Daemian, still bore dragonskin on his back. Anastasia found herself consumed with worry day and night, with sleep often eluding her as she fretted over their well-being. There were nights when she could barely close her eyes, her thoughts consumed by concern for her sons.
As the feast approached, Anastasia's ladies-in-waiting, Stace Massey and Ginevra Vance, busied themselves with preparing her attire. Anastasia chose to dress in black and adorned herself with a necklace featuring a silver fish pendant.
"Are you sure you are well enough to attend this feast?" Ginevra asked softly, concern etched in her voice. "It's okay if you want to stay resting."
"I'm fine," Anastasia replied quickly and firmly. "It's been three weeks. And I feel fine enough."
"You still experience some pain," Stace added, her tone gentle.
"You said it yourself," Anastasia replied, turning to look at her. " Some pain."
Stace looked at her with concern. "I still feel like you should—"
"Ladies, the feast is in honor of my children," Anastasia interrupted, her voice determined. "I need to be there, and as I said, I feel completely capable."
