𝓛𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆. 𝓓𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏

requesting her usual food; a bowl of mixed fruits and porridge with a cube of sugar and a drizzle of honey.

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no longer wished to remain in her bed no matter how little sleep she had gotten.

when she had reached the dining hall a surprised servant pulled the chair out from underneath and bowed. “Princess, are you faring well?” her tone was one of concern but valaena smiled and nodded before ( … )

dining hall to break her fast earlier than expected. The castle staff and kitchen knew her routine like clockwork, so the change and early appearance of the princess caused unease to settle amongst them.

this dream had been different, more real and more vivid. it frightened her and she ( … )

valaena had awoken early from the dreams, or nightmares, that plagued her sleep as usual. Instead of lingering in her chambers, drawing what she saw or reading books in an attempt to make sense of them, she wandered out into the keep's passageways in her nightgown and towards the ( … )

I wish I could tell you, uncle.

I do not feel like a dragon

I am not the dragon.

the dragon is lost

dragon of fury falling from the sky, green fire spilling from its jaw

always, brother.

flattery? I am merely being honest.

I think you are very pretty too, if that is of any relevance.

are you pouting?

you!

I keep having dreams.

papa.

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏꜱᴇ."

lonely in my mind as usual

how do you fare, ser snow?

good evening

it is not your fault but fate decided so.

where is your loyal knight?

he is not present. why do you ask?

glued at the hip like twins with separation issues; except, it was his duty, snow was prince aemond's sworn knight. “is he abed or did he dismiss you?”

the comment was brash but unintentional as usual due to the princess's lack of awareness.

“ah. ser snow,” she continued to read the pages of the book in her hands as the knight stood at the doorway, as chivalrous and attending to her uncle as always. “where is uncle Aemond?”

he was usually glued to her uncle’s hip, so the change was unexpected for him. the two were practically ( … )

it is lonely

valaena sat in the library on a pile of pillows, books of different genres strewn across the floor.

She was bored, tired as the dreams that plagued her last night had caused her grief to the point she had struggled to find any rest—even with the concoction the maesters had brewed for her failed.

placed the damp, bloodied rag back into the bowl beside them before turning her back to him and walking toward the chamber door to leave and busy herself some other way; possibly with daeron or comfort their father maekar.