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[twistedtangledfate]

There was relief and freedom within the sky, on dragonback, and Rhaenyra had always gone to Syrax when she needed that liberty and freedom. That had been the case since she had first bonded with and rode Syrax and she knew in her heart that would be the case until the day she passed from the world. She had felt the itch when she’d woken up that morning, that chafe of responsibility against her throat and she had decided that she needed the freedom, she needed the sky, but she didn’t need it to be a solo activity anymore. 

Once she was dressed, she had slipped out of their rooms and went down to the main hall where she knew Daemon would be. She approached him, running her hand along the line of his shoulder before leaning forward and whispering into his ear “ride with me.” A smile with a touch of mischief and then she practically ran out of the room as though she were that same, spirited young woman that had flouted every duty at every opportunity she could. She paused in the doorway, turning and crooking her finger, beckoning for Daemon to join her. 

“It’s rude to keep your lady wife waiting.” Rhaenyra laughed, delighting in the term that she could finally use while speaking to him. It had been so long, so much time, to finally end up where she needed to be, where perhaps she had always destined to be. She was teasing him, enticing him, and she turned back, running out of the castle. The unspoken words drifted through her mind as she ran down the path that led to where both Syrax and Caraxes waited for them; catch me if you can. 

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[ellieaelious]

Ellys never really felt at home in Harrenhal after the death of her parents (or even before really), and the change in scenery to King's Landing was even more alienating in some ways. At least back home she had family, people that knew about her and her difficult personality and were accustomed to her. But here, in the Red Keep, was daunting. So many things were expected of her because of her uncle Lyonel. Almost immediately she was expected to be a handmaiden to the princess, a duty that although would be a great honor, was not for her. Thankfully her rather odd appearance made her undesirable for such a station, and she was able to fade away into the background of the keep. Only Harwin really paid her any attention, just like at Harrenhal, and she never minded that. Still, she wanted something more for herself. More than hiding away in the library or having to wait until the evening to train with Harwin until his duties were finished that day.

"Absolutely not." was what she heard the most of when inquiring about becoming a Knight. The discussions turned arguments were a constant between her and her uncle. Harwin, although worried for her, never denied she wouldn't be suited for it, but would remind her of her station in the world. It was always some excuse, more often than not that she had been born a woman, and especially born with an appearance like hers. She'd almost given up completely. Almost.

And that is how she found herself in the city center, hood up to hide her ears, mud on her face and looking for trouble. If she couldn't win anyone over with her words, then it would be with her actions. Her green eyes marveled at the golden cloaks that moved past her and others, the desire to one day be part of the City Watch heavy in her heart. If her uncle wouldn't let her speak to the prince directly (for many reasons), then she would get his attention herself.

She began weaving her way through the crowd of people, the sun setting and calling all manner of peoples with undesirable intentions out. All she had to do was find someone in the act and show she could handle herself.

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