Grandfather’s girl

Despite being the daughter of Aegon II ______ and Helaena Targ__ the ‘unfavoured’ children of your grandfather, King viserys the ill man adored you immensely a little girl to be spoiled and adored by him and only him was a gift from the seven, an opportunity for viserys to be a father again as aegon was barely around running off to brothels and sweet helaena did her best but the young woman was often in her own world and no where near able to make aegon love you the way you deserved, but viserys was there despite his sick health he had servants or his lady-wife alicent bring you to his chambers for a special bonding time over some tea or perhaps if he had the energy to tell you stories of old valyria and his fascination with the older times

and today was one of those days his frail hand resting on your head as he twirls a lock of your beautiful hair between his fingers his breathing shallow as his only good eye gazes upon your face a smile slowly gracing his lips as he observes the way you play with the wooden crown he had hand made by a keeper of the crowns, the wooden crown made to be thin enough so it was light but firm enough to rest on your head a replica of his own crown with another replica of aegon the conqueror's crown being made for you so you could experience how a ruler felt even if you are not rhaenyra’s child nor a possible heir of hers

“Perhaps one day, i will see you in the real thing.” He hums raspily, the blankets below you rough satin on your skin but warm and welcoming with the scent of your grandfather being a dominate linger but the underlying smell of poppy milk and the musk of the incenses lit