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𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 was always meant to sit on the Iron Throne as the eldest child of King Viserys I and Queen Aemma. But, alas, Celaena with her riddles and confusing mumbles and her love for animals more than humans━━ Celaena would never sit upon the throne.
Not when all but her lovely younger sister and Velaryon cousins thought her crazy with a couple of screws loose.
And the Princess of Riddles paid the whispers and stares no mind. So what if they all thought she had gone insane? She knew more than all of them combined and chose to have herself seen like that. To have them all look through her. Let them think she's nothing but a pretty face.
But when her mother dies... Celaena must act━━ the dragons cannot dance.
𝗖𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻
ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ʳⁱᵈᵈˡᵉˢ
" the green and gray rats under the floors grow restless and hungry. "
𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘅𝗼𝘀
ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ
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𝗗𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻
ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵍᵘᵉ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ
" am i often in your dreams,Celaena? "
𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘅𝗲𝘀
ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʷʸʳᵐ
𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 was never meant to sit on the Iron Throne. He was the second son, of a second son. It's not like he wanted to sit on that uncomfortable piece of iron. No. But he did want to stand beside it━━ beside his brother, King Viserys I, as his Hand.
Not that he would ever be given the chance. It seems his defiance, troublemaking and blatant disrespect to all authority make him a bad candidate. All think him unfit━━ at least those of the council do. The people, wether it is because of the money he spends so easily or the time he wastes amongst them, are quite fond of Daemon.
And afraid, of course.
All eyes are on him at all times. Wether it is to snitch on him to the Hightower cunt, as he'd say, or simply because Daemon is Daemon. Or, at least... almost all eyes...