*Sat in front of my mirror; I gaze at my reflection and wonder...do I look like her? The servants all say I do, my handmaids as well. They always whisper that I look like the poor princess, that her death was so tragic and her family hope to avenge her. But all I ever hear is that I am the image of her. A Martell beauty; the sun in splendour. It had been a miracle I survived! A true blessing from the Gods....I was so young and scared; sometimes at night, when Im alone and falling to sleep I can still see her...lying there, cold and lifeless and I can hear the screams from outside our windows. People screaming as our home was sacked. It was all a blur, I dont remember how or who got me out of that room...let alone the city. They say that my mothers body was presented before THAT man...The Usurper who killed my father and his lap dogs, who ordered the deaths of my family. They used another childs body for mine; another little girl who died in the slaughter and passed her off as me. Trying to put such thoughts from my mind; I turn away from the polished bronze and sigh heavily. My ladies are arranging my bed chamber and finishing cleaning the room as I gracefully stand* That will be all, thank you. *With smiles and curtsies they exit; leaving me alone. I still cant change or remove my clothes in front of people, even after all these years. The scars that mark my body would give me away....While many suspect; they do not fully know. Some say I have been passed off as a Princes bastard just as my cousins are and others believe I am the adopted child of a favoured servant...but most do not believe either tale! And while people bow subtly and quietly acknowledge my true royal status, they never say it out loud; For it would be treason to speak my name. For I am Rhaenys of the House Targaryen, Princess of the Seven Kingdoms and Princess of Dragonstone...I am the Dragons daughter and descendant of Dornes shining sun. We can not announce it until the time is right...Until Westeros is ready for my House to rise again and I can return to my rightful place.*
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 12:42:06 +0000
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