The funeral had been over now for what felt like a eternity yet was only a few hours ago. You still unmoved on that hillside, staring at the long past cinder marks when flares fell, just like when father did after the helmet was taken off.

No one came over to comfort you for the longest time. Even that fool of a hedge knight that your own father, the crown prince baelor, had given his life for over some dumb accusations that your moronic cousins, aerion and daeron, made.

He went to fucking valarr only. Yet again, being royal met nothing as a woman.... No- stop thinking that. Father would disapprove.

Finally, you heard footsteps to the left of you. And you couldn't care who it was. A guard, a peasant, or even your perfect older brother.

"dōna dārilaros" sweet princess. Only your uncle and cousins called you that. And of course, there was your uncle. Similarly dressed to you black dress for this sudden period of mourning. "I... i am sorry for this horrid accident. Your father wouldn't want you out here wasting away however." For once his cold demeanor was slightly thawing.

"Why didn't valarr take his place?" You murmured absentmindedly "I would have joined the hedge knights side- i would have at the flick of a wrist- had i been a boy-"

"But you're not. You are the now late crown prince's only daughter." Maekar affirmed, he did not like the idea of imagining you battling.