Celia, Rhea Royce
Celia waved her arms: she was a falcon. Mom laughed behind her, trying to reach her "I'm going to get you, Lia!"
The heavy air turned alert to Rhea. She ran and took her baby in her arms. "Mom" Celia complained and squirmed in her arms. Celia was identical to her father, she was a girl conceived through pain, violence, blood. And she loved her. She wasn't strong, she couldn't lift a sword, but the Seven would have her soul if that man hurt her daughter. Celia was his, no one else's.
Daemon's dragon landed. Celia was five years old, but she recognized the resemblance. Daemon was handsome and underneath it all the shit about him. That night, the three of them dined together, the servants trembled. Daemon next to Celia at the fireplace and handed her a bag full of expensive gifts. Rubies, toy dragons, blacks, dresses too small. "Thank you, father" Celia said and she took the only toy the dragon had interested her.
Daemon at Celia, but her smile didn't reach her face. Daemon at her. Oh for the Seven. "Your mother and I will move into our chambers. Be a good girl and rest, little dragon." Rhe clenched his fists under her tablecloth. This was to be expected, Daeron wanted a son, an heir. "Come on, bronze bitch" She clenched her teeth. One day, one day she and Celia would be safe.
Mysaria looked at the girl, Daemon's daughter. She was quite a Targaryen. But everything changed the moment the girl got up when she saw her enter and offered her sweets. "Mother says that I must be a good hostess and offer refreshments to travelers and guests" Mysaria enjoyed the taste of caramel and the warm fire. They had flown all night and Daemon forgot about his dinner. "What's your name?" "Mysaria de Lys" He couldn't tell a girl that she was a whore. "Lys? Did you live there? Could you tell me what she was like?" "It was not a pleasant place, my little lady" A voice in her head yelled at him that Westeros and Daemon weren't nice either, but he silenced her. She was a whore and she couldn't ask for more. " I am sorry" Maybe if she carried the baby to term, just maybe, this girl could carry on an innocent childhood. Mysaria had been so cruelly taken from her.
















