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Chapter 1
"You think you know a story, but you only know how it ends. To get to the heart of the story, you have to go back to the beginning."
Daera Targaryen was born in Vale of Runestones.
Her father is Prince Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, and his brother is King Viserys I of the Seven Kingdoms and the Iron Throne.
However, there is a secret in Runestone. Or rather a rumor about his daughter years back.
No one knows how this beautiful girl with light brown or caramel colors, porcelain tan skin, and a bright smile was born from Lady Rhea Royce and Daemon Targaryen. Some thought she was born from an affair with Lady Rhea Royce but ended when she was born with purple eyes like Daemon.
Others believed she may have been switched from birth over Daemon's secret affairs.
They don't know why anyone would think that, but it started off from Kingslandings as one comment started off a rumor from there.
For some reason, few nobles and servants felt something off about this child and heir of Runestones.
Yet that was extinguished in a few instances.
Rhea seemed to have a good bond with her daughter and didn't even miss one moment of her child's life. Rhea taught the girl how to hunt and archery. Though Daera wasn't any good for the first time.
Daemon would take his daughter and fly on Caraxes. He took her twice. Once when she was about six months old and the second was a journey to Kingslandings.
Lady Rhea wasn't happy, but it was the King's order to see Daemon's child.
Daemon flew as Daera looked ahead of the capital. He isn't sure if it was a good idea to bring his daughter to the viper's pit, but he is pretty sure his niece would appreciate family company than that Hightower girl.
"Kepa," Daera looked up at him. "Is this the place?" She showed big purple eyes widened at him and he smiled. "Yes, this is where Dragons had conquered the world."
Daera looked back at the place.
Yes, Kingslandings is the power capital where Targaryen ruled after the conquest, but now it is slowly making the dragons lose their grip on power.
Prince Daemon landed Caraxes who purred and cooed. Daemon slid off and then waited in his arms for Daera to which she jumped. He caught her with her squeals and giggles. Daemon smirks at the girl's laughter.
"Do you think the king will be pleased to see me?" Daera gave a childlike innocent aura. Daemon answered, "My grandfather is many things, but hating family by blood is not his style."
'Unless you are his disobedient daughter Seara.'
Daera smiled as they took a horse and they rode through the city. She looked around and was curious about everything. She even questioned what the stalls were. It amused Daemon. After all, she has only ever been to Runestones and Vale, but Kingslandings is the capital of power.
Daera heard stories that her grandsire Prince Baelon was dying. And there is discontent over the possible succession after King Jaehaerys will be gone sooner rather than later.
They came up the courtyard as Daemon looked at his daughter who became quiet all of a sudden. Perhaps, she realized that there are at court now and everything seemed sinister behind the courtiers.
'No doubt that snake is still insistent over rumors of her birth.' Daemon slightly glared as they got off the horse and walked inside the castle.
Daemon doesn't care for rumors.
After all, he is a Rogue Prince.
What he does is no one's concern.
After all, Daemon has his own ambition, and it starts today.
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