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Spoooks
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Ever since Raenera was a child, she wanted to go back home. That need only grew as she got older and her innocence was taken away from her by force. She didn't want to fight, she didn't have any interest in the Iron Throne, she just wanted to go back to Dragonstone. She didn't remember anything of it, besides what her brother had told her. He would get frustrated if she asked too many questions, she she kept them to a minimal. She only got a few details about their home out of him, and one was the sound of waves crashing against the shore. He explained it to be quite peaceful, even if the world was in chaos the sound could relax him, even for just a moment. She wanted to experience that, she wanted to live her life without a care in the world. Without any duties. The young Targaryen knew that wasn't possible, but it didn't stop her from dreaming.
The relationship she had with her brother had never been good. She was convinced he hated her and yet, that was the man she believed she was going to marry when she became of age. She wasn't sad when he died, she didn't even shed a single tear. She didn't miss him, he had not been the true dragon. He was right about one thing, though. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was something one could never grow tired of. She even slept with her balcony doors opened, so she could listen to the sound as she fell asleep.
Her light eyes watched the water, her hands folded in front of her. The wind was blowing, causing a few of her white locks to move out of place. Tyrion was standing by her side, the two of them - along with a small group of men - waiting for the visitors to arrive. She could see their boat nearing the shore, a rather curious look in her eyes. She had never met a northern man before, but Tyrion always told her that they were more stubborn than anyone else. She was curious to see if that was true, though she trusted the imp's word. She had been more open to him than her sister first had been, and she considered him to be a good friend.
Soon, the boat could be seen in the distance, moving closer towards the shore. Raenera stood tall and proud, her features soft, eyes welcoming.
The relationship she had with her brother had never been good. She was convinced he hated her and yet, that was the man she believed she was going to marry when she became of age. She wasn't sad when he died, she didn't even shed a single tear. She didn't miss him, he had not been the true dragon. He was right about one thing, though. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was something one could never grow tired of. She even slept with her balcony doors opened, so she could listen to the sound as she fell asleep.
Her light eyes watched the water, her hands folded in front of her. The wind was blowing, causing a few of her white locks to move out of place. Tyrion was standing by her side, the two of them - along with a small group of men - waiting for the visitors to arrive. She could see their boat nearing the shore, a rather curious look in her eyes. She had never met a northern man before, but Tyrion always told her that they were more stubborn than anyone else. She was curious to see if that was true, though she trusted the imp's word. She had been more open to him than her sister first had been, and she considered him to be a good friend.
Soon, the boat could be seen in the distance, moving closer towards the shore. Raenera stood tall and proud, her features soft, eyes welcoming.
