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[jaehaeraxtargaryen]

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[jaehaeraxtargaryen]

setting: king's landing, new valyria. a breakfast pavilion in the winding gardens of the red keep. a late morning during king jaehaerys' ii coronation, the lost princess has decided it is due time she try to be brave like her elder brother and mingle with his esteemed guests... (ft. @illyaoakheart) @fromspringandfire

Jaehaera Targaryen had never been very skilled in the art of conversation. Because when the dreamer spoke, it often wasn't words -- but dreamy tangents, words that seemed more like poems that speech. Her lavender eyes so pale they were nearly white. They'd slowly glaze over, and she'd suddenly look thousands of miles away. One moment there, and the very next... gone. Her fingers, if you watched closely, would ever so slightly tap unheard music upon an unseen piano. All these poems, these riddles. That was what her septas had always said. Tsh, tsh, tshing their tongues. Princess, you must stop speaking such nonsense. Your father will be displeased. Sometimes, it was you make people nervous. Stop acting strange.

Just then, The Queen of The Reach had looked quite unsettled when Jaehaera had curtsied to her, the movement as light as air and as fluid as a dance. Something she’d practiced a million times alone in her other room — a hummingbird in a silver cage, singing the days away.

Illya had been kind when Jaehaera congratulated her on her newborn son, a dreamy smile upon her lips, and had greeted her in return. The Rose of Oldoak even smiled when the princess told her how beautiful her dress for her morning prayer had been -- deep emerald greens dripping with gold that glowed in the morning light. More than one rose in the garden, but roots sink deep. A fox, tail dipped in white cream.

"Highgarden is so full of roses..." her head tilted, bird-like and dreamy, "...i'd find it hard to pick a favorite." Jaehaera's silver lashes had fluttered. She'd never been to Highgarden. What a wonder it must have been.

But then Queen Illya’s eyes had been the same — the same as every person who had looked upon her. With surprise, then confusion — then a deep cautiousness that eventually melted into discomfort. She had forgotten how people looked at her — how they had looked at her mother. You make people nervous. Tsh, tsh, tsh.

Her grandfather Otto had never found it displeasing -- just as he'd never scolded her mother.

Because Jaehaera could not help herself. Sometimes, though she stood in a room of people, she was suddenly in a different place entirely -- in a place she'd never been, or a place she'd never seen. A beach, recently -- with emerald green waters and two bright suns in the horizon.

Then Queen Illya's expression had changed again, from Jaehaera's eyes to somewhere over her shoulder. She excused herself, and Jaehaera at last turned to watch her go. As she walked away, Queen Illya walked past a woman -- she had tilted her head, but walked straight past her without stopping. An acknowledgment, but the smallest possible sort.

Jaehaera hadn't noticed.

She turned around to see who the woman was, and roses and foxes were forgotten. Instead, there was birdsong, and the smell of spring. Wrens and new things. She merely saw Laena -- and a bright smile erupted on her face. The Princess all but floated over to her half-sister, quickly taking her by one of her hands. "Jaehaerys told me you'd be coming. I was so pleased to hear it." It had been wrens -- the birdsong. "He has planned so many wonderful things. I've never seen so many people." Her smile is bright. "But it is most wonderful to see you, Laena."

Haera had never had a sister before. It had always been she, and her brothers. It was... it had been settling, comforting in a way, to look upon someone and see pieces of herself. The soft parts her brothers did not always have... soft, kind eyes.

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