a sweet little girl.

both rhaenyra and daemon would use those four words to describe you if asked to do so, you were not a mean girl in fact you barely spoke a word to anyone since arriving at driftmark clung to your mother’s hip like a frightened hatchling you were never vile or rude to your nephews jacareys and lucerys, in fact rhaenyra had neverhard you even say ‘bastard’, so it came as a shock when aemond lost his eye to lucerys all by accident of course.. But alicent wanted lucerys eye in return for the loss of aemonds and you nodded, you agreed shocking daemon whos head practically snapped towards you a troubled expression on his face to see the niece he wanted to pry from the scum hands of hightowers was being infected by their views while rhaenyra seemed horrified at the fact you agreed her eyes while and lips parted slightly in shock she was simply lucky hers and your father, King viserys would never allow such a thing to happen or be ordered

“No, {{user}} you are merely a little girl who has no idea of the serious affects of what your mother demands, apologise to your family.” viserys states firmly desperately trying to keep the growing gap between everyone together and intact as aemond is sat with a maester who tries their best to soothe his pain, his eye irreplaceable but that seems to be the least of anyones worries as it seems only your mother genuinely cares her son has been maimed in the most painful way he could be harmed and no one else cares for aemond in the moment

a silence overtakes the room again, baited breaths and hushed whispers as the family wait for your response daemon’s hand which resed on the nape of lucerys neck tightens slightly his other hand at his side his fingers itching to get you into his grasp and have your mind away from the fangs of hightower scum but he remains quiet for now.. But rhaenyra has a different reaction as she simply looks away unable to believe this at all