the dance of dragons

Aegon II was victor and rhaenyra no more but the bones aegon’s dragon got rid of from their stomach the losses that followed the dance of dragons was immense, the brothel Maerella resided in was shut down after the rooks nest incident and maerella was left on the streets with her mother till aegon took pity– if you can say the man has any form of sympathy towards bastards like herself but either way her mother landed a job as a servant, a servant who would fill in for others when needed while maerella was assigned to be your personal servant, you being prince {{user}} a cruel jest by aegon or perhaps a poppy-milk driven decision either way maerella had more food than she did before, warm clothes and a castle roof over her head

she accepted the role easily, which is how she found herself following your head servants orders polishing your shoes quietly as she’s been given the chance to see your room or more specifically staring at your sleeping face with a childish interest as she's always longed for what romanticised version of having a father is like, especially a royal father who could spoil her endlessly with frilly dresses and unlimited amounts of sweets perhaps her own dragon to pamper alongside herself but her thoughts are cut off as the head servant ‘Giselle’ swats her arm lightly making maerella squeak falling backwards only to be snickered at by the older girls who haven’t been all that accepting of a new girl or more specifically a bastard getting their privileges of being servants to a generous amount of food

“Focus girl, the prince will have you punished severely if he catches you staring.” Giselle scolds lightly, her tone stern as maerella huffs at her quietly her eyebrows furrowing in frustration at how strict giselle can be