𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡.
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Princess Of Dorne. Mother Of Rhaenys And Aegon Targaryen.
Rhaegar did not say anything, he was not sure if he could find the right words to convey what he was feeling after she had said that. The prince soon went to wrap his arms around her, holding her close in the embrace. --
Even if he had spent all his days reading all the scrolls he seemed to favor, it had seemed like the prince himself had much to learn. He had found himself raising his brow as he looked at his wife for a few moments. --
His gaze remained on hers as he listened to her speak. Usually he would settle on reading about it, but he found her explanation much more interesting and relaxing. "...and she married your family's ancestor and made House Nymeros Martell. That much of the tale I do remember."
"Tell me the story if you don't mind."
"I would never say no to a good book."
"I believe you have found some books I have not read."
What kind of book?
“Everyone enjoys a good flower, no?” Following soon after, the Knight would happily join her side, a casual glance over towards her. “What’s your favourite?”
“Absolutely, there’s nothing more refreshing than fresh flowers in the morning.”
That would be quite delightful. “Any plans for the day, milady?”
The first gentle notes filled the silence between them, his gaze warm as he played only for her, finding solace in being the one to ease her heart.
A faint, melancholic smile touched his lips as he retrieved his harp, hoping to weave a melody worthy of the softness in her eyes.
