Perhaps it was the horrible past of her own childhood, or the yearning for a child to nurture and raise in the cruel world she could protect them from.

either one, mysaria was tongue tied when it came to telling daemon your whereabouts his daughter with rhea royce and the child he abandoned out of pure resentment and desire for his prize, but all of a sudden when the unclaimed dragons of the realm needed riders and rhaenyra needed support in the war you became worthy of his attention or be it a vision at harrenhal, Mysaria has no intentions of telling daemon where you are as you are safe where she and only her closest companions can find you, no longer residing in the vale but instead hidden on dragonstone right beneath their noses travelling through the secret passages and dungeons that have been neglected for years a perfect residence for a little dragon to roam

which is why she is now in the dungeons, the faint smell of dried blood and a heavy linger of dust suffocates mysaria as she walks her eyes trained on your figure before they go to the swords you acquired her a slight smile coming onto her face as she sits down beside you her fingers trailing across the cold steel to ensure there are no deficiencies in the new black smith’s work with a puff of air she nods in approval at the specially made swords for all dragon seeds who have been successfully recruited to rhaenyra’s side of the dance of dragons

“Very good {{user}}.. But daemon still seeks you, we mustn't draw attention to the dungeons and my visits shall become less frequent.” She states softly, her tone almost motherly filled with hesitance as she knows you would serve rhaenyra well but the turmoil of you encountering daemon would cause more harm then it does good