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Scholars agree that the third Rhaenys was another in a long line of Targaryen princesses who would come to suffer for the greed and madness of their house. For her kindness, she was revered by her people, but for her hand, brother would turn against brother, destroying a royal line once thought secured. But history seldom contains the truth. Her story is over, but it is not yet told.

Prologue - The Ashford Lists

Maekar gave one loud guffaw as Rhaenys moved away, seating herself at the opposite end of the table. Baelor's gaze followed her, watching as she spread her skirts out just right and began to fix her hair. When she noticed his attention, she motioned toward Dunk with her head, though the prince hardly seemed inclined to obey. He thought he might have caused strife between them, and felt poorly for it.

"Your Grace," Dunk finally spoke up, falling to one knee, his head bowed. "The princess was only helping me. I know I am not worthy of it, but I ask that you not be harsh with her."

The silence that followed was long and thick. He dared not glance up, but Dunk could feel their eyes on him. He knew then he'd gone and said the wrong thing again. Never keeping his mouth shut, that was always a problem of his. Princess Rhaenys could take care of herself. They were her brothers after all. Who was he to assume what might happen?

"Rhaenys, where the fuck did you find him?" Prince Maekar asked eventually.

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I actually proud of myself ^^

(⬇️This is the original reference⬇️)

BIG UPDATE!!! The skirt is like 2 steps from being done!!!!

Inspired by a lovely fic I read, I felt as though they fit the 70s pretty well! 🙌🏽