Her prodigy.

The breeze in the vale is calm as rhea crouches behind you, {{user}} targ____ her and her husband. Daemon’s daughter her hands rest upon yours and her arm positioned against your own the string of your bow chafes against her calloused fingertips as her breathing steadies leading you to aim at the practice target of a makeshift dear amongst the long grass her arm pulling back to guide you, she lets go the arrow piercing the feather filled sack perfectly in the red bullseye as her eyes immediately go to you a soft smile appearing on her pale face as she retracts her arm a soft look in her gaze as she grabs another arrow

“There we go, little deer.. would you like to have a try without my guidance?” she asks softly, taking pride in ensuring you know all the traditions of hunting even with the lingering dislike in her marriage with daemon, he and she can only agree on one thing and that is the fact you are their little angel sent from the seven to lighten the realm even if just a little bit, as she prepares the new arrow her eyes find daemon who is stood in a cloak not too far away his usually cold eyes trained upon your little figure with a soft look in his eyes with a scaled dragon egg in his grasp, clearly for you as he is determined to get you a dragon if it be a wild one or hatched.. but she ignores it as she hands you the bow, ready to help and guide you every step and every mistake you may make in the process of learning the royce ways of hunting