"I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. and I will."
A story in which Aelora Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen, marries the Rogue Prince and tries to keep the death of the dragons from coming.
aka a hotd au where (almost) everyo...
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The Tourney
King's Landing, 112 AC
The morning of the tourney had finally arrived, and all Aelora could think about was Daemon. Yes, he was one of the best swordsmen in the Seven Kingdoms, but what if he got hurt? It was not totally unreasonable to believe that he would anger someone into a fight.
Aelora laid in her bed, trying her best to push her worries about Daemon to the back of her mind. She watched as the sun rose over King's Landing, thinking of the day ahead and who might win the upcoming tourney.
Three quick knocks on her door tore Aelora from her daydreams. She sat up and made sure she was at least decent. "Come!" She called, knowing it was probably Lyssa coming to help her get ready and break her fast.
"Aelora!" Lyssa came rushing into the room, dressed in a beautiful yet simple dress of her house colors; black and gold. "It's your mother, she's begun her labors!" She announced cheerfully before doubling over in an attempt to catch her breath.
"Oh, wonderful! Here, help me dress quickly so I can go to her." Lyssa nodded and closed the door behind her before moving over to Aelora's wardrobe to find something for her to wear. "My riding leathers will be fine, Lyssa. I was planning on a quick ride before the tourney anyways." Aelora sat at her small vanity by the windows and began to take her hair out of the loose ponytail she typically slept in, choosing to quickly braid it for the dragon ride.
Both young women turned towards the doors as they slowly creaked open, revealing a maid bringing Aelora her food. The young girl curtsied before setting the plate on the side of the vanity. "Thank you," Aelora smiled and nodded at the maid who curtsied once more before scurrying out of the room. She picked at her breakfast, not having much of an appetite so early in the morning, before standing to get dressed.
Aelora's riding leathers were similar to her sister's, with scales on the sleeves, and silver clasps holding her coat together. While Rhaenyra's was a stony gray, however, Aelora's coat was blood red, with black pants and knee high boots. After she got dressed, Aelora took her gloves from Lyssa and tucked them into her pocket.
"Alright Lys, I'll be back in a few hours, try and stay out of trouble until then," Aelora joked as she went to leave her room, Lyssa following her out.
"I'll try my best. I might try and find my brother; he was supposed to arrive late last night."
"Harwin? I didn't know he was competing." Aelora stepped out into the hall and turned to face Lyssa once more, looking up at the tall girl who, like most everyone else, was much taller than Aelora.
"He isn't. He just likes to watch the tourneys and make fun of the other knights." Lyssa smirked before dipping into a quick curtsy. "Give Her Grace my well wishes, Princess." With that, the Strong woman turned around and walked down the corridor, leaving Aelora to go the opposite direction towards her mother's chambers.
