ROSE THORN
ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀɴꜱ
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✦ ╮ everyone underestimated her, thought her just a pretty face, a silly princess. they never realised she was a dragon, a rose full of thorns.
but when the dragons dance and the fire ta...
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☁️ ·̩͙✧ C H A P T E R T H I R T Y
EVERYONE AWAITED with impatience the news that the Queen was unharmed. But the main question, the enigma that could be seen on each of the faces of those present in the room remained unsolved.
Who was the mysterious rider who had been able to claim Seasmoke?
The answer given by the knight was nothing like anyone could have imagined. A lowborn of House Velaryon, it seemed.
Mevanya knew what that really meant, and honestly, she couldn't see how anyone else seemed to understand; that commoner must be a bastard.
Whose, was now the main question on her mind.
As expected, the highborn Lords would not agree with a commoner in control of the greatest power in the world, but if the red-blooded one was able to tame such an unpredictable beast, with such a strong character as that of Seasmoke, Mevanya had no doubt that it must be for something.
Now, she couldn't wait to meet this commoner.
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Mevanya had always been a curious woman, who could never sit still, so it was only to be expected that she had not wasted a single second to go and meet the new enigma that plagued her thoughts, and had plunged the castle into so much discord.
The guard standing in the door to the room bowed to the princess, and before he opened the door, Mevanya stopped him with a smile.
She herself gave three light taps on the wood, and when she received a confirmation from within, she took the permission to enter.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
The boy, young in appearance, with thick, braided, black hair, and no apparent traces of Valyrian blood, was sitting at the small table in the middle of his room when Mevanya entered with a smile. Immediately, as if he had seen the queen in person, he rose immediately from the table, almost stumbling over the chair and clearing his throat to hide the embarrassment on his face.
"Princess. Uhm, your Highness," the dark skinned stammered, drawing a smile from Mevanya. "Mevanya, please." "Princess Mevanya," he gave her a small bow, ducking his head, which the platinum could not help but laugh. "Sorry to interrupt your thoughts, my Lord..." She raised an eyebrow, hoping to learn the name of the eager boy in front of her. "Addam, Your Highness, Addam of Hull. And I'm afraid you are mistaken, I am no Lord." "You're right," the platinum sighed, walking to the front and making the boy visibly more nervous.
Mevanya eventually sat down in one of the empty chairs at the table where Addam had previously been sitting, and after a long sigh, looked up to smile honestly at the dark-haired man and nodded for him to take a seat as well.
