Eyra Targaryen is a very special little girl, she has long white hair like milk, pale skin like snow and red lips like blood; her grandson, Lucerys Velarion, is the same age and has curly brown hair and deep eyes of the same color and shares with th...
Eyra reached the room where the dinner was held, as soon as she arrived in front of the large wooden doors the guards opened it and found herself in front of everyone, she was the only one missing.
- Sorry I'm late; it took me a long time to get ready- says Eyra sitting next to Lucerys and Joffrey who smiled immensely at her aunt.
-Perhaps if you spent less time reading and more time preparing, you would arrive on time- speak Alicent with a look of disapproval to Eyra; before she could answer Viserys spoke:
- It was my fault dear, Eyra spent the whole afternoon with me reading that beautiful book of legends; our favorite I would say. Not everyone would spend their days with their sick father; I'm just lucky to have Eyra -
-Moreover, tonight, you are beautiful; just like your sister Rhaenyra, pregnancy makes her radiant- Viserys said to Eyra
- Thank you kepa, you flatter me too; I am certainly not the most beautiful woman in this room, my mother, my sisters and my cousins overtake me clearly- speaks Eyra addressing a smile to the people concerned.
-Thank you very much cousin but, despite your low self-esteem, I assure you that the real beauty in the room is you - says Rhaena
-Thank you Rhaena, flatter me- says Eyra and turns to Luke who gave her a tap on the leg
- Skoro syt gōntan ao naejot se sylvie? (Why did you decide to flatter the witch?) - asks Luke
- Kesrio syt iksos va moriot sȳrkta ánghowa; ao emagon naejot sagonc se sylugon naejot se īlva (Because flattery is always better than insulting; you have to be diplomatic and try to ignore the behavior that bothers us) - replies Eyra
- Ao issi nykeā; nyke gōntan daor pendagon ao istan sīr (You're a genius; I didn't think you were that smart) - notes Luke
- Issa jorrāelagon āeksio, ao issa; ao gīmigon bona naejot pyghagon se sylvie ao mērī jorrāelagon naejot ilzigon zirȳ nykeēdar. Nyke syt se paktot naejot issa ondos (My dear lord, you underestimate me; you know that to beat the witch you just have to throw water at her. I'm waiting for the right moment to discover my cards) - replies Eyra
Luke doesn't say anything, he just laughs and gets the look of hate from the Eyra brothers
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- Well, let's say a prayer before we start- says Alicent and starts saying the prayer; Eyra laughs when her mother prays for Vaemond's soul. She found it an unnecessary provocation.
- What a beauty to have you all together as a family, let us enjoy this moment; my daughter will decide the fate of her aggressor, but for now let us enjoy the moment- speaks Viserys then turns to Luke and says:
-Let us make a toast to Lucerys, the next lord of the tides-
Everyone raises their glass to Luke and Eyra decides it's time to make his toast:
