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Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Kiana was nervous. In a way that she had not been for some time. It was one thing to agree to attend a tournament, and another to find herself standing shoulder to shoulder with so many noblemen and ladies. Meira stood loyally by her side the whole time, her presence warm and comforting, something which Kiana was in dire need of. They had not informed the High Priestess of their travels, nor did they plan to. There was no need for them to be there aside from gratuitous pleasure. And a promise.

"Be welcome! I know many of you have travelled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news...that I am happy to share: Queen Aemma has begun her labours!" The King announced, bringing Kiana out of her thoughts.

She watched as Princess Rhaenyra arrived during the King's speech, a sheepish expression on her face as she rushed to take her seat beside Alicent. The sharp-eyed girl was quick to spot Kiana in the crowd beside the Royal Box, her lips tightening at the sight. Kiana nodded towards the noble lady, a challenge behind her eyes, as Alicent turned her head away.

"She does not appear fond of you" Meira commented, as Kiana gave a most unladylike snort.

"The sentiment is shared" Kiana responded, as they watched the first competitors take to their horses.

Kiana was startled as the nobles around her began to clap and cheer, their hands raised in the air, elbows and fists prodding into her sides. She and Meira wore dark red cloaks to hide their tell-tale robes underneath, expecting their betters would not enjoy the thought of sharing a row with common-borns. A particular joyous man beside her raised his drink in the air, as ale flew, droplets staining the shoulder of her cloak.

"Men are just the same whether they are born with riches or not" Meira stated, as Kiana nodded at the statement.

Her eyes snapped to the right just in time to see one of the riders thrown from his horse, falling to the ground with a loud thud. His leg twitched a few moments later, the only sign he was still alive. His competitor, a man named Ser Criston Cole, appeared to have not even broken a sweat as his horse galloped past their row.

"It is rather strange to me that instead of being at his wife's bedside, this is what the King spends his time doing" Meira exclaimed, as Kiana gave her a look.

"It is an offering to his Gods. Blood will be spilt on this day, that is to be assured" Kiana pointed out.

"Hmm. But which God is it he prays to?" Meira questioned.

"Surely you do not share Kinvara's thoughts for striving to convert the Royal family? They have been loyal to the Seven for as long as memory serves" Kiana explained.

"Then we will have to prove their faith is fruitless" Meira suggested, as Kiana tilted her head, mulling over the idea.

They had spent so long trying to prove R'hllor's truth and his teachings, that it had never occurred to her, the right path could be to dismantle the other so-called Gods. The clapping beside her grew louder as Ser Criston managed to throw his next competitor from his horse, his moans of pain audible from beneath them. A flurry of movement from the Royal Box had Kiana turning to find Rhaenyra's gaze on her, waving to her with excitement. A smile grew on Kiana's lips, as she waved back at the Princess, endeared by her almost childish behaviour. The smile slowly faded from her features when she found the King's gaze was now on her too, his forehead wrinkled as he watched the interaction between Kiana and his daughter. All of a sudden, drums began to echo around them, as the cheers of the nobles grew louder. The competitors all moved to the courtyard below, as Kiana wondered what was happening.

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!" The Master of Revels announced, as the man in question came racing into the courtyard.

Meira noticed the sharp inhale Kiana took as her eyes fell on the Prince, riding strong on his black steed. His silver hair was drawn in a braid behind him, his helmet fashioned in the shape of dragon wings, causing him to stand out from his competitors. A red mane flowed from the back of his helmet, the traditional Targaryen colour. Kiana took a step closer to the stone wall in front of her, trying to get a closer look at the Prince, much to Meira's amusement. Her hands were placed on the wall, almost tilting over the edge, suddenly appearing far more interested in the tournament.

"For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King" The Master of Revels exclaimed, as Kiana gave a huff of disbelief.

She was not surprised Daemon had chosen Lord Otto's son, knowing of the Prince's hatred of the man. He would take great pride in throwing him from his horse. And if he wounded the man, she was sure he would enjoy that too.

"What is it?" Meira asked, noticing Kiana's reaction.

"Prince Daemon is as troublesome as the stories say, that is all" Kiana murmured, a fondness to her tone.

"It would seem your words are true, Sister" Meira smirked, causing Kiana to frown.

Meira gestured to her side, where Kiana could see Daemon approaching them, his eyes settled firmly on Kiana. She could not understand how he had found her in the crowd of a thousand, her cloak muffling the stark colour of her robes. She cursed how her heart beat faster as he brought his horse to halt in front of her, his handsome face coming into view.

"Lady Kiana, I would humbly ask for your favour...will you allow your God's light to shine on me?" Daemon called up to her, as she tilted her head, green eyes narrowed.

It didn't take her long to realise what he was doing. It was a challenge. He was bringing more attention to her and the Lord of Light, if she gave her favour and he won, more would flock to her religion. If he lost...

Kinvara would be aggrieved to hear of her taking such a risk. But Kiana had faith. In both the Lord of Light, and surprisingly in the Prince. She had heard the stories of his winnings; he was not a man who was willing to lose. The crowds were quiet as they watched the strange interaction, as Kiana made her decision, quirking an eyebrow in Daemon's direction.

"I have no favour to give" Kiana pointed out, as Daemon's lips twitched into a smirk.

"A lady's favour can be many things. The ribbon from your braid perhaps?" Daemon suggested, as Kiana looked down at the red ribbon tied at the end of her braided hair.

He then held up his lance, pulling his horse closer to the wall, his eyes glistening with mischief. And something else...it took Kiana a moment too long to realise it was curiosity. Daemon wanted to see whether her favour truly could sway the games. Kiana began to pull the ribbon from her hair, seeing Meira giving her a questioning look from the corner of her eyes. She then leant forward and tied the silky ribbon to Daemon's lance, as the crowd began to clap.

"Good luck, my Prince. Though I doubt you'll need it" Kiana exclaimed, as Daemon's smirk grew wider.

"With your favour, my win is all but assured" Daemon responded, as the cheers from the crowd grew louder.

The drums began shortly after, as Daemon and Ser Gwayne moved to their places on the opposite sides of the courtyard. Daemon seemed to revel in the cheers from the crowd, his smug expression clear from where Kiana was standing. His eyes found her in the crowd, giving her a nod before he turned his attention to his competitor.

"He is baiting you, Sister. Surely you can see this" Meira frowned, as Kiana gave a small shrug.

"I know...it's rather exciting, isn't it?" Kiana grinned, as she began to clap, as Meira's frown grew deeper.

As the cheers in the crowd peaked, Daemon sent his horse hurtling forward, his lance pointed straight towards his competitor. Kiana's eyes grew wide as Daemon suddenly ducked down at the last second, leaning onto the other side of the wooden barrier, his lance pointed down. A gasp left her lips as his lance connected with his competitor's horse, sending both the rider and animal hurtling towards the ground in a heap. It had been a dangerous risk, as he had almost been decapitated from Gwayne's lance, but it had paid off. The other knight let out a cry of pain, most likely having broken multiple bones in his body, causing Daemon to twist around, finding he had most certainly won. It wasn't an honourable move from the Prince, but it was a smart one. Kiana noticed her ribbon was now missing from the top of his lance, blowing in the wind beside Gwayne's crumpled body. Daemon made his way towards the Royal Box, his intention to gloat clear to all. Rhaenyra and Alicent made their way to greet him, but Daemon's eyes stayed firm on Lord Otto. Kiana couldn't hear what was being said between the three, but a few moments later, Alicent was moving towards her own favour of flowers and placing it against Daemon's lance. Lord Otto was clutching onto his chair, his jaw visibly clenched even from Kiana's view.

"It seems you have been replaced" Meira murmured, making Kiana laugh.

"I believe I am beginning to understand the Prince better. He is motivated by many things. His hatred for Lord Otto is one of the most pressing influences in his life. I doubt his curiosity about us can outweigh that" Kiana explained.

"His curiosity about you" Meira clarified, as Kiana gave her a playful look.

The jousting soon fell into chaos and violence after that, as Kiana lost count of the number of corpses that had been dragged off the courtyard. Soon enough, it was time for Daemon to compete against Ser Criston Cole, who was a formidable foe. As the two men took their place, Kiana noted Daemon didn't appear nervous exactly, more determined. The two men were racing forward a moment later, as Cole took the first hit from Daemon's lance, but he managed to hold his own. Immediately, the pair grabbed their new lances, charging back toward each other. Both men took a hit this time, as Daemon almost dropped his shield, as the lance struck him in the arm. Just as the men went to grab their new lances, Kiana's head shot up, swearing she could hear screaming from the castle. The air felt...strange.

"Sister?" Meira questioned, placing her hand on the younger girl's arm.

Just as Kiana opened up her mouth to speak, gasps from the crowd brought her attention back to the joust, just in time to see Daemon being knocked from his horse, the straps keeping him from falling to the ground for a few moments, as his armour scrapped over the wooden barrier. Once the barrier ended he was suddenly thrown forward, rolling onto his front. One of the squires rushed forward to help him up, but Daemon shoved him away roughly, his pride already wounded enough. Kiana was relieved to see the Prince push himself to his feet, favouring his left side.

"Sword!" Daemon yelled, as the same squire brought his weapon forward.

Daemon unsheathed the sword with anger, his teeth gritted together as he turned to Criston Cole. Kiana doubted the next few minutes would end well.

"Prince Daemon Targaryen wishes to continue in a contest of arms!" The Master of Revels announced, causing Kiana to sigh.

Ser Criston Cole had chosen a mace as his own weapon, only concerning Kiana further. One good hit from the weapon would surely kill Daemon. The Prince didn't share her concern, squaring up to the knight, and sending his sword forward. His quick to go on the offence, managing to get a few hits against Cole's shield but missing his body. Just as Daemon raised his sword to strike another blow, Cole sent his mace forward, throwing Daemon off. With another throw of the mace, he was able to break Daemon's shield, showing how strong he was. Daemon continued to use his shield as a defence until it had completely crumbled to the ground. Daemon then cleverly ducked, his footwork quick as he managed to spin around and catch Cole by surprise. He managed to strike the man twice with his sword, making Cole unable to use his shield as a defence. With a strong kick, Daemon sent Cole flying onto his back, as Kiana let out a gasp. He sent his sword flying forward, as it would have killed Cole on the spot if the man hadn't rolled away in time. All of a sudden, Cole jumped to his feet, throwing his mace out, as it twisted around Daemon's sword, leaving him vulnerable. The knight then kicked him in the back of his legs, sending Daemon to the ground. Daemon picked up the remnants of his shield to protect him, as Cole tried to hit him with mace. Daemon then threw the shield towards his opponent striking him in the face, as he fell over once again, as Daemon gave him a hard kick, to make him stay down.

He then turned to the crowd, believing he had won, throwing his arms out as he cheered. Kiana clapped, a fond smile on her face, as Daemon's gaze fell on her, his smile growing smug. Kiana noticed Cole pushing himself to his feet a moment later, her eyes growing wide as she saw him rushing up to the Prince. He sent his mace forward, hitting Daemon square in the back, shoving him to the ground. Daemon crawled forward to grab his sword, but Cole kicked it away. Quickly, Daemon pulled a hidden dagger from underneath his armour, as Cole pushed him onto his back.

"Yield" Criston Cole told him, pressing his foot against Daemon's wrist to stop him from using the weapon.

"Yield" Cole insisted, firmly, holding his mace up.

Daemon then reluctantly dropped the blade, as Cole lowered his own weapon. He held his free hand out to the Prince, who shoved his hand away as if it offended him. He stood slowly, clutching at his side, an angry expression on his face. He hated losing. His eyes flickered to Kiana's red ribbon which still blew on the ground nearby, stained with Ser Gwayne's blood.

News of the Queen's death and her newborn child soon spread around the City. Rhaenyra was in mourning, barely leaving her chambers, only allowing herself to be consoled by her closest friend, Alicent. Her world had come crumbling down around her. It felt as if the whole realm had been sent into chaos. Something which the High Priestess seemed far too happy about. She kept speaking of the opportunities the next years would bring, which only confused Kiana further. What good could come out of death?

She hadn't spoken to Daemon since the joust, and so on the night of the funeral for the Queen and her son, she crept out of the Red Temple, planning to find the Prince. He was exactly where she thought he would be. On the Street of Silk. It seemed he had bought out one of the pleasure houses for the night. Kiana let the odd looks she was given as she walked through the rooms, roll off her back. She was no stranger to the skins of men and women. Prince Daemon was in one of the dens, sitting by a table, his eyes on the goblet of ale in front of him, not the dozen naked women fawning for his attention. He looked sad. Almost depressed.

"Your face is far too despondent for where you find yourself, Prince Daemon" Kiana greeted, as the man's eyes snapped up to meet hers.

"Perhaps I have been wishing for better company" Daemon replied, his lips turning into an almost smile.

"Take your pick. I doubt there is one woman here who would not wish to spend the night with you" Kiana pointed out, coming to sit on the seat next to him.

"Are you included in that observation?" Daemon smirked, taking a sip from his ale.

"I doubt even a Prince could afford me" Kiana flirted, making Daemon chuckle.

"I am surprised to find you here. Do these proclivities not offend?" Daemon questioned, as Kiana tutted.

"This shows how little you know of my religion. I grew up with the temple prostitutes, I am no stranger to the pleasures of flesh" Kiana informed him, as Daemon leaned closer.

"Tell me more, Little Flame" Daemon smirked.

"I did not come here to speak about myself, Your Grace" Kiana stated, as Daemon quirked an eyebrow.

"Could it be I have been playing on a Red Priestesses' mind?" Daemon teased.

"I have found myself wondering how you have taken your defeat on the field" Kiana responded, making Daemon huff.

"I suppose you will suggest my failure was due to forgoing your favour?" Daemon guessed, as Kiana gave a small shrug.

"I think we both know the true reason you lost" Kiana stated.

"Go on?" Daemon pushed, his eyes narrowed.

"Pride" Kiana exclaimed, as Daemon pursed his lips, finding her words a little too true.

"It is a favourite emotion of mine. Alongside desire..." Daemon trailed off, as he began to trail his fingers slowly up her arm, watching as goosebumps grew over her skin.

"Can you say the same?" Daemon asked, reaching up to brush her hair over the back of her shoulder, his hand lingering.

"I like to think with my head, Your Grace. Not other parts of my body" Kiana responded, but she didn't push his hand away.

Despite her words, she was more than enjoying the Prince's attention, her skin feeling flush under his piercing gaze. Not to mention, he had been right in his earlier accusation. She had found his purple eyes appearing in her dreams more and more.

"Perhaps you need to learn to let go" Daemon suggested, leaning closer to her.

She saw how he grimaced for a split second, as his muscles shifted under his shirt before he quickly masked his pain. She tilted her head at his reaction, reaching out to his side, pressing down on his skin, as he let out a hiss.

"Have you been to a Maester?" Kiana inquired.

"I have received far worse wounds" Daemon pointed out, as she gave him an unamused look.

"For someone so smart, you are rather foolish" Kiana exclaimed, pushing herself to her feet.

"Come. I wish to make sure you will not perish in the night from your wounds" Kiana told him, as Daemon gave her a grin.

"I did not realise you cared so" Daemon teased, as she forced herself not to roll her eyes.

"Come" She insisted, as Daemon stood up without another word.

"I will find us a suitable room" Daemon stated, sounding far too excited at the prospect.

She quite liked it. It was as if he was allowing her to see underneath his intricate mask, past his princely image and to the real man below. There was something different about Daemon. She could almost sense the dragon inside of him. He was quick to make his way through the crowds, handing some gold coins to a plump man on the other side of the room.

"You must be quite something to turn the Prince's head" A voice purred from behind her, their accent thick.

A beautiful woman stood close by, her brown eyes staring Kiana down, a white slip hugging her slim body. Her face was plain but sharp, standing out against the other women in the room. There was a strange emotion flashing over her features, Kiana realised. Jealousy.

"A shame I cannot see it" The woman murmured, making Kiana laugh.

"They do say beauty is in the eye of the beholder" Kiana retorted.

"You have wit. Daemon will like that" The older woman stated, as Kiana tilted her head.

"I don't believe we have been introduced. I am Kiana, a Red Priestess of—" Kiana began, but the woman cut her off.

"I know who you are" She exclaimed, sharply.

"Then you have me at a disadvantage" Kiana pointed out.

"My name is Mysaria" The woman answered, as Kiana nodded slowly.

"A friend of the Prince?" Kiana asked, as the woman snorted.

"I am one of his whores. Are you not?" Mysaria mocked.

"My talents lie elsewhere" Kiana told her, as Mysaria gave a spiteful smile.

"Daemon does not seem to believe that. You cloud his mind" Mysaria informed her, as Kiana's brow furrowed with confusion.

"Meaning?" Kiana questioned.

"Your name has become a common word on his tongue. Especially when his hand is on his cock" Mysaria went on, watching with amusement as the younger girl's cheeks reddened.

She found the idea of the Prince pleasuring himself to the mere thought of her far more exciting than she should have. How had he managed to sway her so in such little time?

"You should keep him happy. Perhaps it will take him longer to discard you" Mysaria suggested, before gliding past her and disappearing into the crowd.

She grew nervous the moment she entered the private room with Daemon close behind her, Mysaria's words playing in her mind, wondering what she had gotten herself into. What would happen if she bored Daemon? She should have never come to the brothel, if Kinvara found out—

"Drink" Daemon offered, holding out his goblet of ale, sensing her apprehension.

Despite her confidence, she was still young, and he imagined inexperienced in the company of men. Why she sought him out, intrigued him. For whatever reason, he found himself sharing the sentiment.

"This is not very good" Kiana grimaced, as the ale touched her tongue, as Daemon hummed in agreement.

"So...tell me, Little Flame. How would you like me?" Daemon asked, in a teasing tone.

"With a closed mouth would be preferable" Kiana retorted, making Daemon laugh in a rich tone.

"You do realise you are speaking to royalty?" Daemon pointed out.

"A person's standing means little to me. I look for other notions in men and women" Kiana exclaimed, as Daemon sat down on the plush bed in the middle of the room.

"Their beliefs, I assume?" Daemon questioned.

"Their true beliefs. Not the ones their Lord father told them to believe in" Kiana argued.

"What is it you think I believe in?" Daemon wondered aloud.

"Very little. Now, remove your tunic" Kiana all but ordered, as Daemon's lips twitched into a grin, the excitement back.

He made quick work of the string keeping his tunic together and was soon pulling the cloth over his shoulders, leaving him bare above the waist. Kiana allowed her eyes to trail over his form for a moment, taking in his rippling muscles over his abdomen. The blush was back on her cheeks from seeing his lean figure, but her attention was soon brought to his swollen left side. She approached him with a frown, reaching out to touch the red skin there, causing Daemon to grimace.

"We have no Maesters in the Red Temple. We teach ourselves the art of healing..." Kiana trailed off, finding no obvious wounds or reasoning for his pain.

"Sometimes we have hurt ourselves in places we do not expect" Kiana continued, as she brushed her fingers up over his chest, able to feel how his heart was hammering under his chest.

Her hands came to a stop on his shoulder, as she reached out with both hands, her forehead wrinkling. Daemon let out a harsh cry as she suddenly shoved his joint back against her other hand, as a loud crunching sound echoed through the room. He opened his mouth to scold her when he realised the pain he had been feeling for the last days was already lessening.

"As I said, you should have seen a Maester" Kiana stated, as Daemon panted.

"Why would I...when I have you?" Daemon told her, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"You don't have me" Kiana responded, as his eyes glinted in the candlelight.

"Not yet" He murmured, as Kiana's own heart quickened at his words.

It felt as though her heart could beat right out of her chest as Daemon's eyes flickered down to her lips. She suddenly felt far too hot, Mysaria's words coming back to her, as she took a step back, trying to distance herself from his intoxicating gaze.

"You should be with your family tonight. Not your whores" Kiana suggested, not sure if she was including herself in the sentence.

"My family does not want me" Daemon huffed.

"They hurt. As do you" Kiana exclaimed, as Daemon pursed his lips.

"You presume much" Daemon scolded.

"I simply meant...Rhaenyra needs her family. She does not have many. You, yourself, could benefit from—" Kiana started, but Daemon was quick to cut her off.

"Ah. There it is. Your true reasonings. You believe I should cement my place as heir. Perhaps with you at my side?" Daemon scoffed, as Kiana shook her head.

"I told you titles have little importance to me" Kiana insisted, but Daemon had already been sent into a rage.

"I will sit on the Iron Throne. The King and Council rue my position but it does not change. My dear brother could fuck the entire realm and it would not change. You will see that, Red Priestess" Daemon muttered, before storming out of the room, his shirt remaining behind.

Kiana opened her mouth to call after him, but decided better of it. Targaryen's temper was well known, and she did not wish to challenge him in such a state. Perhaps the events of the night were for the best. Her resolve had slowly been slipping away. She could not trust herself around the Prince.

Chapter 1

Summary: A Red Priestess is meant to have one purpose in life, to serve the Lord of Light. When Kiana meets the Rogue Prince, her faith is tested, as she is thrown into a dangerous game. As the Targaryen's rip each other apart, and her visions become true, Kiana must choose between Daemon and her faith.

A smile grew on Kiana’s lips as she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin, her eyes flickering shut, allowing herself a moment of peace. There was still no sign of winter, or the impending doom that the season could bring. The Lord of Light had listened to their pleas and brought a new day, warm and safe. A shadow cast over Kiana, causing her eyes to snap open, her mouth going slack when she saw what had cast it. Syrax, Princess Rhaenyra’s dragon, flew through the sky above them, the creature’s screech vibrating through Kiana’s bones. It truly was a sight to behold, as its strong wings brought the dragon closer to the ground, its rider coming into view. Rhaenyra held on tightly to the saddle beneath her, a grin growing on her lips as she saw the crowd beneath her. A cloud of dust and sand grew around them as the beast landed in the clearing, as Kiana felt the ground shift below her. She could see how the Lady Alicent Hightower had grown still, her eyes wide and focused on Syrax, as if she expected the creature to open its mouth and turn her to ash at any given moment. Kiana found herself lost in awe, her gaze following over the dragon’s golden-scaled body, to its snarling mouth. Rows and rows of razor-sharp teeth glinted in the sunlight, a mane of horns surrounding the creature's head, protecting it from whoever would be ignorant enough to attack it. Kiana had to remind herself that Syrax was still not fully grown, the mere thought sending a shiver down her spine.

“You seem rather taken with her” Rhaenyra exclaimed, jumping down from the beast, effortlessly.

“She is a beauty, Princess” Kiana mumbled, her eyes never leaving Syrax.

“She will soon be able to saddle two. Perhaps you would join me?” Rhaenyra questioned, as Kiana huffed out a laugh.

“I believe my feet were meant to stay firmly on the ground” Kiana answered, watching as the Princess pursed her lips.

“Do you fear her?” Rhaenyra inquired, coming to stand in front of the older girl.

“I respect the dragons, Princess. I believe they are the closest creatures to the Lord of Light” Kiana admitted, hearing a small scoff from beside her.

“If you wish to speak to me, my Lady, you will have to speak up” Kiana stated, her head snapping up to face Alicent.

“Leave her be, Kiana. I wish to have a relaxing journey to the Red Keep” Rhaenyra scolded, as Kiana’s lips twitched into a smile.

“Rhaenyra, allowing her an audience is one thing, but you should not share a carriage with a...” Alicent began, as Kiana raised an eyebrow.

“Commoner?” She suggested, knowing she had no true title.

“Fanatic” Alicent corrected, as Kiana restrained herself from rolling her eyes.

“Is this childish squabbling truly necessary?” Rhaenyra complained, pulling her gloves off with her teeth, in a way that was much un-ladylike.

“It is quite alright. I intended to travel to the Red Temple this morn” Kiana confessed, as Rhaenyra pouted in response.

“I suppose I will have to await your next fantastical tale” Rhaenyra murmured, making Kiana grin.

“Safe journey, Princess” Kiana nodded, giving a small bow before her Princess.

“Are you in need of an escort?” Rhaenyra questioned.

“I believe I remember the way. And if I may say so myself, I am rather capable” Kiana exclaimed, as Rhaenyra’s lips spread into a smirk.

“If your stories are to be held true” Rhaenyra replied, in a teasing tone.

As Kiana turned on her heel to make her leave, her eyes caught that of Alicent for a moment, growing cold under her icy gaze. Alicent had no issue in making her dislike of Kiana known to all around her. Kiana had lived in King’s Landing for a number of years now, her station growing with each and every day, much to the annoyance of many of the noble ladies. The smallfolk had begun to flock to the Lord of Light, their crops growing higher than ever before, their wears stronger than any could believe. R’hllor’s light was shining bright, much to the disdain of the Light of the Seven. To placate the smallfolk, the Red Priestesses of King’s Landing had been given their own chambers in the Red Keep, and within the next moon, the first Red Temple on that side of the sea would have been built. Still, the Great Houses stood strong in their beliefs, mocking Kiana and her Sisters. Times would soon change. She had seen it in the flames. Heard the screams of the non-believers, felt the caress of fire against her skin, burning away any of her doubts. She soon arrived at the Red Temple, which neared completion, the fire on the fourth level to be the finishing touch. She stood in awe of the building, eyes flickering from the red bricks that built the foundation, to the stone pillars that kept the structure together. It was a mockery of the Red Temple of Volantis, but an accomplishment nonetheless.

“You appear lost in thought, Sister” A familiar voice announced, as a flash of red robes caught her eye.

Kiana turned with a smile to face Meira, who was quick to take her arm, pulling her closer to the temple. Meira’s long red robes draped around her shapely body, appearing tame compared to the woman’s blood-red hair, which cascaded far past her waist. Her blue eyes shone with mischief as they ascended the marble steps towards the Temple, towering over Kiana’s shorter frame. She had known Meira ever since she began her servitude to the Lord of Light. They may have only been sisters in name, but the blood between them still ran thick. Meira’s warm hands always brought comfort to her that none other could.

“I have witnessed two wonders this morn. I find my words have left me” She confessed, as Meira’s brow furrowed.

“I am rather intrigued, do go on” Meira exclaimed, as they walked through the large stone doors, both of which had fiery hearts carved onto them.

“My awe towards this great Temple, and toward one of the Lord of Light’s most magnificent creations” Kiana replied.

“Ah, I thought I smelt dragon” Meira grinned.

“You must come to the Dragonpit one day, Meira. My blood coursed through my veins in a way I have rarely experienced” Kiana went on, as the older woman quirked an eyebrow.

“It does sound rather...pleasurable” Meira teased, as the two girls began to giggle.

“We missed you at morning prayers, Kiana” A sharp voice echoed through the Temple, causing a shiver to run down Kiana’s spine.

She turned slowly to face the Flame of Truth, her robes a red so dark, they almost appeared black in the candlelight. Kinvara stood only inches away from them, her blue eyes narrowed, as if she could look right through Kiana. Perhaps she could, the younger girl wondered.

“I was with Princess Rhaenyra, High Priestess” Kiana confessed, unable to hold the older woman’s gaze.

“And how does the Princess fare on this blessed day?” Kinvara retorted.

“She is well. Though, Lady Alicent still runs after her skirts” Kiana explained, watching as her elder nodded slowly.

“Perhaps a wedge could be made between them?” Kinvara suggested, as Kiana’s forehead wrinkled.

“I do not believe I have such a sway with the Princess” Kiana stated, as Kinvara took a step closer to her, blue eyes boring into her own.

Kiana ducked her head, opting to stare at the ground, rather than holding the High Priestesses’ gaze. There was something about the woman that truly terrified her. In all her years, she had never seen Kinvara age a single day, her skin as smooth as marble.

“You do remember the task at hand, do you not? The Targaryen’s may think they are closer to the Gods than men...but it is us, Sister, who truly hear the Lord speak. We must ensure that His will is played out. And to do so, we need a place on the King’s Small Council” Kinvara went on.

“Not even Rhaenyra has such a place” Kiana pointed out, as her elder tilted her head.

“Not long ago, the idea of having a Red Temple in the depths of King’s Landing would have seemed impossible. A man’s mind can be changed with a snap of our fingers...or a woman’s” Kinvara exclaimed, as Kiana gave a small nod.

She knew better than to question the High Priestesses’ commands. Her words were the Flame of Truth, and to doubt her was to doubt R’hllor himself. Still, the thought of whispering sly and devious words into Rhaenyra’s ear, had Kiana’s stomach churning. The girl was only ten and four years, she was still so naïve and trusting. To deceive her at this age would surely harden the girl’s heart.

The sound of boots echoed through the Red Temple, as the women twisted around to find one of the Kingsguard approaching them, a stern expression on his face. Kiana recognised him immediately as Ser Harrold Westerling, one of the longest-serving Knights. It was very rare to find a non-believer daring to set foot in a Red Temple, many fearing it would bring bad luck upon their house.

“High Priestess” Ser Harrold greeted, bowing in front of Kinvara.

“Are you lost, Ser?” Kinvara asked, as Harrold let out a rough scoff.

“I have lived here far longer than you, My Lady. To become lost would be impossible” Ser Harrold retorted.

“Is the Princess well?” Kiana questioned, finding it odd that the Knight would willingly leave her side.

Kinvara’s eyes flickered to the younger’s girls for a moment, not appreciating the hint of concern in Kiana’s voice. The Targaryen’s were stepping stones, just as every man and woman were. To lead them closer to the Lord of Light’s embrace.

“She is, My Lady. It is her uncle that leads me to this...Temple. He asks for an audience” Ser Harrold informed them, seeming unsure of what to call the structure he found himself in.

“If Prince Daemon wishes to seek out the wisdom of a High Priestess, he knows where to find me” Kinvara muttered, in a harsh tone.

“It is not a High Priestess he seeks. It is you, Lady Kiana” Ser Harrold confessed, as all eyes fell on the shocked girl.

“He asked for Kiana...specifically?” Meira inquired, a mischievous glint to her eyes, as Harrold nodded.

“He awaits your presence in the Great Hall” Ser Harrold continued, as Kiana bit her inner cheek, cursing Daemon inwardly.

There was a complex history between the High Priestess and Daemon, the former having once tried to convert him to their faith. Rather unsuccessfully. The relationship between Kiana and her elder were already strained, and the suggestion that she may have favour with the Prince, would not help matters. Kiana nervously turned to the High Priestess, whose lips were pursed tightly.

Kiana herself had never said more than a few words to the Prince, and couldn’t help but wonder why he would wish to see her. She pushed down the sliver of excitement she felt, remembering the first time she had seen the silver-haired man. His confidence had been clear from the strides of his feet to the smirk placed upon his lips. Kiana remembered vividly catching his eye, her heart fluttering momentarily under his intense gaze. She was still only a girl after all.

“Go. The Rogue Prince will not want to be kept waiting” Kinvara stated, in a spiteful tone.

Kiana walked quickly to keep up with Ser Harrold’s large strides as they neared the Great Hall, her heart beating quickly in her chest. Whether it was out of excitement or fear, she did not know. Perhaps, only curiosity. What did the Prince want with her? Kiana’s eyes widened a fraction as the doors to the Great Hall opened to reveal the Targaryen on the Iron Throne, his hands clasped against the arms of the chair, despite the sharp edges. She heard Ser Harrold curse under his breath, before closing the doors behind her, as if he could no longer bear to look at the Prince.

Taking a shaky breath, Kiana placed one foot in front of the other and began the long walk to the other side of the Great Hall, while Daemon Targaryen remained deathly quiet. Kiana was sure a pin drop could be heard as she finally neared the steps of the Iron Throne, her palms growing sweaty. It was rare that she was allowed so close to the magnificent structure, with more than a hundred swords melted into the steps before the Throne. It was a feat amongst men, but not a Throne that Kiana herself had any desire to sit on. Her eyes flickered up to the Prince a moment later, taken aback as the sun shone through the window behind the Throne, blurring his appearance. It was as if the Lord of Light was shining down on Daemon. His silver hair that grew far past his shoulders was partly pulled back in a braid, not one strand out of place. For the first time, she truly understood why Targaryens were seen as closer to the Gods than men.

“Tell me, what is it exactly that a Red Priestess does? Apart from spending your nights on your knees?” The Prince spoke up finally, the mocking tone clear in his voice.

“I find we are rather similar to Knight’s in that regard, Your Grace” Kiana retorted, the words tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them.

“Is that so?” Daemon questioned, leaning forward, his face still obscured by the light.

“You kneel in front of the King. I kneel in front of the one true God. We are all servants in this way” Kiana explained, as a scoff left the Prince’s lips.

“You have a sharp tongue, My Lady” Daemon exclaimed, pushing himself up from the Iron Throne.

“I am no Lady, Your Grace. I am common-born" Kiana confessed, as the man began his descent down the steps.

“And yet here you stand in the Great Hall, a friend of Princess. How is it you have accomplished so much in such a short time?” Daemon asked.

“It was the Lord of Light’s will” Kiana responded, simply.

“ Ah. So, you are as mad as your Sister’s” Daemon grinned, coming to stand only a few inches from her.

Kiana’s mouth went slack as Daemon’s piercing violet eyes connected with her own, somehow appearing a deeper purple than his brother or niece’s. He was just as handsome as she remembered, his features strong and defined, the smirk that played on his lips enough to turn most ladies' knees weak.

“Because I have a belief you do not share?” Kiana stated, as Daemon’s smirk grew wider.

“I can see why my dear niece enjoys your company. But why is it you pursue her so?” Daemon pushed, his head tilted to one side.

Kinvara’s words echoed through Kiana’s mind at the accusation, realising the prince’s reasoning for seeking her out. It appeared he worried for his family more than she had been led to believe.

“Do you believe I will send the Princess astray?” Kiana suggested.

“I fear for my niece’s wellbeing. Surely, even you can understand this?” Daemon went on, as Kiana mulled it over for a moment.

“I fear nothing but displeasing the Lord of Light” Kiana informed him, as she watched a new emotion flash over his face.

Suddenly, Daemon was unsheathing his sword and in one swift motion, he had brought the blade to her neck, causing Kiana to stumble back a step, a soft gasp leaving her lips. With his other hand, Daemon reached out to grab her wrist, holding her in place as he watched the fear grow in her eyes. Kiana gulped as she expected to feel her blood dripping to the stone floor any moment, but the pain never came. Instead, her eyes snapped up to Daemon’s violet eyes, finding amusement there.

“It would seem... you do fear something ” Daemon whispered, in a low tone, his grip on her wrist still tight.

Now with the young girl in such close proximity, Daemon allowed his eyes to wander over her form. She stood rigid in her dress the colour of blood, a stark contrast to her pale skin, which appeared flushed at that moment. The dress hugged her tightly, though she could be little older than ten and seven. Her long black hair grew as far as her waist in loose curls, shining in the light of the Great Hall. As he dragged his eyes back to her face, he found her fear was now nowhere to be seen. She almost appeared...impressed. Her green eyes had softened, plump lips pulling back to let out a laugh, which surprised the prince. His frown deepened when his palm that held her wrist began to sting as if her skin was burning into his hand. With a shake of his head, he pulled back, releasing his grip and pulling his sword back to his side. Daemon decided it was simply his mind playing tricks on him.

“Did you mock the High Priestess in such a way when you rejected her?” Kiana suggested, watching a mischievous glint grow behind Daemon’s eyes.

“No, Little Flame. I simply told her she could put her blessed mouth to better use” Daemon replied, as Kiana bit her inner cheek to stop the laugh that bubbled in her throat.

Daemon wasn’t sure where the term of endearment came from, but he had no mind to take it back. He found it suited the fiery young girl. Still, that did not mean he trusted her.

“I am fond of the Princess. More than others in her life” Kiana exclaimed, as Daemon’s eyes narrowed.

“Alicent Hightower, perhaps?” Daemon responded.

“I will say no more on the matter, Your Grace” Kiana mumbled, realising her mouth had run away with her again.

“Then allow me to. I have little love for the Hightowers, and if they were to ever harm my niece, I would have my dragon burn them alive. What do you think I would do to a common-born who did the same?” Daemon questioned, despite hoping it would not come to that.

The girl before him was...interesting, to say the least.

“I dare to think. It is good then, that I only have the Princesses’ best interests at heart” Kiana stated, in a tone that showed little fear.

“Yes, it is...will you be in attendance for the Tournament?” Daemon inquired, a moment later, as her brow furrowed.

“Why?” Kiana asked, confused.

“I will be there” Daemon said, a cocky grin growing on his face.

A soft laugh left Kiana’s lips at his statement, enjoying the prince’s attention, despite her better judgement. Daemon Targaryen was one of the most dangerous men in all the realm. And he was no friend of the Lord of Light. But he did have a certain fire about him, that Kiana couldn’t help but enjoy.

“I will make no promises, Your Grace” Kiana answered, with a small smile.

Kiana walked through the Red Temple that evening with a childish smile on her face, appearing far too happy for Kinvara’s liking. The High Priestess was readying herself to scold the girl when shouts began from outside the Temple. Screams echoed through the halls, as banging could be heard from the large stone doors to the front of the Temple.

“High Priestess. We must leave in haste. I am told a mob will soon be upon us” A Red Priestess announced, carrying her skirts as she rushed towards them.

“A mob?” Kinvara frowned, as the Red Priestess nodded, insistently.

“Yes. Prince Daemon has gathered the Gold Cloaks, he is making his way through the lower city, rounding up the criminal element. I am told a mob has already forced their way into the Sept for refuge. We will be overrun” The Red Priestess panicked, as Kiana turned on her heel to find Meira.

“They would not dare spill blood in a holy place” Kinvara exclaimed, as Kiana let out a scoff of disbelief.

“This is not a holy place to the people. We are nothing but pretenders to them, High Priestess” Kiana reminded her, as the banging on the stone doors grew louder.

“Gather our Sisters. Now” Kinvara ordered, as Kiana set off to do so without question.

Once the dozen Red Priestesses that occupied the Temple were together, with Kiana clutching Meira’s hand tightly, the High Priestess did something none of them had been expecting. She kneeled.

“High Priestess, this is no time for praying” Meira insisted, reaching for her shoulder.

“If not now, then when? The Lord of Light will protect us” Kinvara retorted, shrugging her touch away.

“From the fists of murderers and rapers?” Meira snapped.

“My life is for whatever R’hllor desires it to be” Kinvara muttered, clasping her hands together and leaning towards the ground.

“This is madness! Kiana, we need to leave!” Meira all but begged her friend, finding her attention was on a singular candle in the corner of the room.

“ Kiana? ” Meira exclaimed, shaking the young girl’s arm, who continued staring at the flame for a few more moments.

“Take my hand” Kiana announced, blinking rapidly, holding her palms out.

She then pulled Meira to the ground, beside Kinvara, reaching out to take one of the High Priestesses’ hands in her own. Their other sisters reluctantly followed until the women were kneeling in a circle, holding onto each other for dear life.

“Lord of Light, look down upon us” Kiana spoke, as her Sisters glanced at her, nervously.

“Lord of Light, defend us” Meira begged, in a shaky tone.

The Sisters closed their eyes one by one, forcing themselves to stay where they were, despite the way the door behind them creaked. If the mob got inside the Temple, they would all be dead by morning.

“Lord of Light, protect us in the darkness” Kiana pleaded, clutching Meira’s hand tighter until her fingernails bit into the other woman’s skin.

“Lord of Light, shine your face upon us” Her sister’s responded.

“ Lord of Light, save us...For the night is dark and full of terrors ” Kiana called out, her eyes snapping open as silence came over the Temple.

A bloodcurdling scream could be heard from the door a second later, as Kiana twisted around, eyes widening when more and more shouts could be heard. The men outside didn’t sound angry anymore, they sounded as if they were...in pain? Scared? Kiana was pushing herself to her feet and walking towards the doors before anyone could stop her. Meira let out a gasp as she watched her friend wrench open the stone doors, her heart losing a beat as she saw what was outside. Flames grew from the ground, as high as the eye could see, the burnt remains of half a dozen men, now little more than bones could be seen inside the fire. Meira rushed towards one of the windows nearby, finding fire there too. Kinvara stayed where she was kneeling on the ground, mumbling to herself in High Valyrian, appearing too scared to move an inch. One of the other Red Priestesses raced to a window on the opposite side of the temple, opening it, as she instantly felt the heat of the fire there too. They were surrounded from all sides. Protected from the anarchy outside.

“He listened...he heard us!” Meira gaped, a beaming smile growing on her face, as she turned back to Kiana who still hadn’t moved from the doorway.

In all her years of servitude, all the rumours and myths she had heard, Kiana had never once seen a true sign of the Lord of Light. Until that very moment.

“ He’s real ” Kiana murmured, closing her eyes, in a moment of bliss.

The flames started to fade as soon as the sun rose in the sky, leaving only scorched earth as evidence it had ever been there. But the smallfolk had seen it. Just as Daemon’s Gold Cloaks had. A crowd had grown over the morn’s hours, as the news of what had happened at the Red Temple spread. Kiana watched from the window as the smallfolk kneeled at the Temple entrance, praying beside Kinvara. The High Priestess looked far too smug for someone who thought they would perish mere hours ago.

“It should be you leading the prayers” Meira muttered, coming to stand beside her.

“I think not. Kinvara would have my head for such insolence” Kiana scoffed.

“It is you the Lord of Light listened to” Meira stated, nudging the younger girl with her elbow.

“We do not know that, Meira. He may have simply wanted to protect His Temple” Kiana insisted.

“Still, the Sister’s talk, Young One. R’hllor’s light seems to be centred on you as of late” Meira pointed out, as Kiana pursed her lips.

“I think you...” Kiana trailed off, spotting a familiar face approaching the Temple, her lips pulling into a grin instantly.

“R’hllor have mercy. He truly is as handsome as they say” Meira gaped, watching as Prince Daemon made his way through the kneeling crowd.

The pair watched as Daemon exchanged a few words with Kinvara, whose shoulders had become rigid the moment she laid eyes on him. Reluctantly, she took a step back to allow him entrance to the Temple, her lips pressed firmly together. He whispered something in her ear as he strolled past, a mocking expression on his face. Kiana was quick to dust down her dress, smoothing her messy hair, much to the amusement of Meira.

“Has the Rogue Prince caught your eye, Sister?” Meira teased, as Kiana sent a glare her way.

“He has done nothing of the sort” Kiana retorted, a blush dusting her cheeks at the thought.

Meira was quick to excuse herself as Prince Daemon made his way up the stone steps, finding Kiana’s fair face immediately. He was still dressed in his black ringmail, a golden cloak hanging from his shoulder, shining in the morn’s light. Kiana’s eyes were drawn to his breastplate, finding it had been fashioned in the appearance of scales. A dragon’s armour. He carried his helmet in his hand, which appeared covered in dirt and blood.

“The Small Council has been set ablaze with rumours of your miracle last night” Daemon informed her, as her eyes snapped to his violet ones.

His silver hair appeared windswept, framing his chiselled cheeks in a way that had Kiana’s cheeks flushing further. She found a small amount of blood splattered against the Prince’s cheek, which certainly did not belong to Daemon. He wasn’t afraid to get his hands bloody, she realised. Nor did he worry about stepping into the Red Temple as a non-believer.

“Did the King send you to find the truth, Your Grace?” Kiana questioned.

“I come here on my own accord, Little Flame” Daemon smirked, as her lips twitched at his comment.

“That is not my name” She stated.

“Yet, it rolls so easily from my tongue” Daemon teased, taking a step closer to her.

“I hear half of King’s Landing has been maimed in your antics, Your Grace. Do the repercussions not concern you?” Kiana asked.

“This city has become lawless. Do you not believe King’s Landing should be safe for all its people?” Daemon retorted.

“Of course. Though, I believe your enjoyment in enforcing the King’s laws did play a part” Kiana suggested, as Daemon gave a slow nod.

“I do find a certain amount of pleasure at removing a raper’s cock” Daemon grinned, testing the young girl with his vulgar words.

“I would sleep sounder at night if that is the punishment every raper receives” Kiana confessed.

“And I do so care about your slumber” Daemon went on, leaning closer still.

“I thought I wasn’t to be trusted?” Kiana questioned, as Daemon gave a small shrug.

“I am a smart man. I can see which way the wind blows. I believe we have more to see from you” Daemon explained, as Kiana’s brow furrowed.

“I am not sure what you mean, Your Grace” Kiana responded, as the Prince suddenly took her arm in his, linking their limbs.

“Tell me, if the raper I mutilated last night was one of your Red Priests, an elder, would you still believe the punishment fit the crime?” Daemon asked, as they began to walk through the Red Temple.

“...Yes” Kiana answered, after mulling it over for a few moments.

“But does your religion not tell you otherwise?” Daemon challenged, as she shook her head, with pursed lips.

“I would spit on the corpse of a raper, follower of the Lord of Light, or not” Kiana muttered.

“My, my. You should be careful your High Priestess does not hear you” Daemon teased.

“What did you say to her when you entered the Temple?” Kiana couldn’t help but ask, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“I told her she should make way for younger flesh” Daemon confessed, as Kiana gave him a scandalised look.

“You are lucky you are a Prince. Many would not have a tongue after such a statement” Kiana informed him, as a huff of laughter left his lips.

“Now, now. Don’t present me with a challenge. I do so love them” Daemon stated, in an endearing tone.

“You have not asked many questions about the events of the night, Your Grace” Kiana pointed out.

“As I said on arrival, the King did not send me. Nor did the alleged miracle. I came for a much more important matter” Daemon confessed, stopping in his tracks, coming to stand in front of her.

“Yes?” She asked, wondering what the Prince would say next.

“...Will you be attending the Tournament?” Daemon pushed, as Kiana let out a soft laugh.

“You are rather persistent” Kiana murmured, cursing the broad smile on her face.

“Should I take that as a yes?” Daemon queried, searching her green eyes.

“Why do you wish me to go?” Kiana replied, curiously.

“You have influence over the smallfolk. We have a shared dislike of the Hightower's. Your presence will please my niece...not to mention, you are rather pleasing to the eye” Daemon smirked, allowing his eyes to trail over her as he spoke.

“I am a Red Priestess, Your Grace. Not one of your whores” Kiana stated, causing his smirk to grow.

“Such a sinful mind, Little Flame” Daemon teased, as Kiana shook her head, fondly.

“Will your insistence end if I say yes?” Kiana exclaimed.

“Quite possibly” Daemon told her, excitement growing behind his eyes.

“Then I look forward to seeing you ride” Kiana nodded, watching as Daemon’s expression grew even more smug.