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Dozens danced attendance on her, but three soon emerged as favorites. Jonah Mooton was the heir to Maidenpool, Red Roy Connington was the fifteen-year-old Lord of Griffin's Roost, and Braxton Beesbury, called Stinger, was a nineteen-year-old knight, the finest lance in the Reach, and heir to Honeyholt. The princess had female favorites as well: Perianne Moore and Alys Turnberry, two maids of her own age, became her dearest friends. Saera called them Pretty Peri and Sweetberry.
(Fire & Blood, The Long Reign, Jaehaerys and Aysanne: Policy, Progeny, and Pain)
And whilst [Daella] is being soothed, Saera is being ignored. Such a fierce little thing she is, they say, she has no need of comfort. They are wrong in that, I fear. All men need comfort.
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Saera glided along the path of the gardens. She paid no mind to the flowers that seemed to blur about her. Her hands seemed to reach out in front of her, everything felt like a dream. She did not know how she ended up in such a secluded part of the garden, her and her love’s favorite part of the garden. Saera indulged men and pretty girls in kisses on their necks and cheeks, but her lips were reserved for her dearest love and only true soulmate: YN. Her little sister by two years, the only one of her family not to look down on her for her antics and openness to pleasure.
Saera could only ever truly love YN. Her sister who did not care for sex and pleasure. Her sister who sang poems and wrote odes to her. She saw the light of the day create a halo around her YN. An image of serenity and peace. Saera sighed in content and reached her hand toward the back of her sister.
“What are you doing here, Saera?” YN demanded, her tone catching Saera off guard. Saera paused and retracted her hand quickly.
“I came to see you my darling. I missed you.”
“You think I am stupid?” YN asked, her voice hard and her back still turned to Saera.
“What? YN… Please let us spend the day together and-”
YN cut her off harshly and turned her head to glare at Saera. Her violet eyes held fury. “And why would I want to be near you?”
Saera felt her mouth go dry and hands began to shake. YN never spoke to her like this. She held such contempt in her eyes and disgust in her voice as she spoke to Saera. Saera never felt so small, but in this moment she felt as tiny as a mouse. Saera swallowed her worry and tried to laugh off YN’s unusual reaction.
“My dearest, what has become of you? Did you find your pillow lumpy last night? Please let us forget all contempt and hold each other.” Saera tried to charm her. Reaching her hand out once again. But this time YN suddenly turned her body swiftly and slapped her hand away.
“Don’t you ever try to touch me! Your hands are filthy and I would not have you defile me by your touch!” YN spit at her.
“YN…” Saera whispered.
“You are a whore.” YN spat out. Saera felt her heart hit her stomach. “Father was right about you.”
“YN please no… Don’t say this.”
“Father is going to send you away and I’ll be glad to be rid of you.” Saera felt this clouds cover the sun and YN appeared dark and hateful. “You killed Daella, and now you are trying to ruin me as well.”
“YN I love you.” Saera tried to appease.
“You don’t know what love is. You are incapable of being loved. Who would ever love you?”
With that Saera started to cry as YN sneered and laughed at her misery. Saera tried to beg but her words fell silent on the harsh wind that grew. Saera couldn’t recognise her love who appeared to be entirely different .
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Saera shot up from her feather bed. Looking around her dark room. The only light from the dimming fireplace. She looked to her side and there was YN sleeping peacefully. The two would often share a bed and sleep near each other. Saera touched her cheek, finding it wet from her tears. Out of frustrations and hurt from her dream Saera balled her fist and struck her sister in the arm. Waking the girl from her slumber.
“What? What’s wrong?” YN asked hurriedly and rubbed her arm sleepily.
“You called me a whore!” Saera accused and glared at the tired girl.
“No I didn’t! When did I call you a whore?!” YN demanded and sat up to look at her.
“In my dream you did!” Saera pouted and crossed her arms, looking away from her.
“Your dream?... Saera that was a dream! I’d never call you that! You know that!” YN tried to defend. When Saera still turned her head away and refused to look at YN, the younger girl sighed and reached her hand to her sister’s face. Wiping her tears as she smiled sadly at Saera.
“My beloved. I do suffer love, for I love you against my will. I couldn’t help but fall in love with you and suffer love for you daily. You are my stars and sky. The scattering of light in my darkness.” YN hummed and rested her chin against Saera’s shoulder.
Saera uncrossed her arms and reached her hand back to hold YN’s. Her sister spoke love like poetry. Saera finally turned to YN and wiped her cheeks one last time. Smiling sadly at her beloved.
“In my darkest fears, you turn away from me.” Saera said, looking into YN’s eyes.
“They are just dreams. The important things in life are when we are awake. For that’s when we make things happen.” YN smiled.
Saera smiled back and kissed her sweetly. Her lips and kisses were reserved only for YN. Even after a nightmare, Saera could find comfort in YN’s arms. For they were just dreams. And dreams couldn’t harm her.
This is so random but Alyssa Targaryen being named Alyssa is so funny to me for some reason considering her siblings names (I know she was named after her grandmother but it’s still funny to me)
