#myella

[novaeangliaphotography]

Myella Farm - I really loved being there

[novaeangliaphotography]

Sunset at Myella Farm

[daemon-targaryen-anon]

Myella sat next to her uncle and his hand lord Strong on the balcony while they all sat and watched the boys train in the courtyard. The king seemed happy watching his sons and grandsons all learn to swing a sword like he did as a boy, but Myella was bored out of her mind. Her uncle would occasionally ask her questions on how her studies and embroidery lessons were going. She would answer with a simple ‘fine’ or ‘good,’ but in truth she found those lessons boring as well. She wished to be with her cousins, learning to be a sword man instead of learning the great houses and lords and ladies that no one cared about anymore. She was about to excuse herself when suddenly the gates open and she looked to see her father swaggering in with his usual air of confidence. A smile quickly formed on her face, “Father.”

Myella dashed up from her seat and ran towards the courtyard to meet him down there. She hadn’t expected him, usually only receiving a Raven here and there and a gift for her birthday.

He had arrived on Caraxes from his home in Pentos and left him in the pit with the others before making his way to the courtyard. He always preferred his arrival be a surprise; he didn’t care for all the faux warmth and reception otherwise. Daemon was a man who’d rather have the cold hard truth, that way you always saw people for who they truly were.

Daemon smirked as he took a look around before removing his gloves, opening up his arms toward his daughter. “Sweetling, I thought I’d surprise you. I’ve left you along with the vultures for far too long, although I’m sure Rhaenyra has done her best to look after you,” he said as he gathered her into his arms.

[ocehcap]

[fineificanbreathe-blog]

Myella is real pass it on...

[gothdan]

#myella

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