#daecaerys

Now hear me out—👂Daeron and Jacaerys

These two shared wet nurses! At the age of fifteen they were both known as courageous, responsible, political savvy, courteous and protective of their respective families. Can you imagine if these two actually teamed up? They would be a holy duo! 😱😱😱

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 agreeing with her as helaena takes a moment to herself in the keeps gardens. sat on a blanket, shades slightly by an overcrop of seasonal spring flowers behind her. sprawled out before her a small array of foods & a few books that had been given to her as a gift. inside of them various detailed drawings & information of some dornish bugs she had never heard of--mind enthralled to learn more about a topic that has always interested her. head lifts, violet eyes settling on someone she's surprised to see about the keep: ❛ daenerys ! ❜ princess calls with a wave of her hand, with a smile on her lips. it wasn't often helaena got to see her half-siblings. approching, hel's hands take the others as bare feet press into dewy grass. ❛ i hadn't heard of your visit. it's so nice to see you. ❜

the   princess   is   at   a   loss   here.   she   stands   dressed   in   yellow;   be   it   baratheon,   lannister   or   the   dornish,   she   does   not   know.   cella   had   always   been   easy   to   adapt   to   whoever   she   plans   to   become.   right   now,   she   stands   as   a   princess   of   house   baratheon;   despite   the   rumors   and   the   reality   of   her   birth.   she   would   defend   her   right   as   robert's   daughter   to   her   grave.   "would   you   feed   me   to   your   dragons,   your   grace?"   myrcella   speaks,   bold,   perhaps,   of   her   position   against   the   other,   but   the   reality   of   war   is   simple;   her   father   had   slain   rhaegar   targaryen   at   the   trident,   it   seems   a   cruel   reality   that   in   the   end,   the   dragon's   sister   would   slain   the   stag's   daughter.

  war   is   not   kind   to   princesses,   and   she   has   been   moved   from   one   place   to   another   by   virtue   of   her   birth.   "If   that   is   the   case,   I   would   like   a   day   to   prepare   myself.   never   seen   a   dragon   up   close,   I   feel   I   would   be   too   shocked   to   even   realize   what   is   happening."   exile   could   be   a   choice,   perhaps.   send   back   to   dorne?   surely   dorne   would   want   to   side   with   the   dragon   queen,   as   her   trystane   is   no   longer   alive,   and   her   position   no   longer   needed.