Jaelys Targaryen

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★ ˊ JAELYS TARGARYEN ˏˋ ★

The platinum-haired young woman was in her chambers. The place was perfectly tidy, though her bed was covered with books and scrolls she had curiously found in her father's quarters. Her gaze was fixed on the book she held, as she tried to decipher the written words. She was so engrossed in her reading that when Daeron entered, she let out a huff of annoyance, as her reading was interrupted. The annoyance quickly vanished when she saw who the intruder was. She had no time to react, for the young man had already swept her into a hug. It was brief, but it was enough to make her smile.

🪷་༘࿐⋆˚࿔ "My dearest brother, it's so good to see you again," she said, looking him up and down . "You look different."

The young woman watched him, analyzing his every move. It was as if she were seeing a completely different person than the one she used to see. When she heard him ask for something "interesting," she smiled and spoke.

🪷་༘࿐⋆˚࿔ _The only interesting thing I have are books, Daeron, and I highly doubt they'd be to your liking. — she said, glancing at her bed — But I do have something that might be more to your liking: a glass of wine, a good wine — she added, her footsteps echoing in the room. The young woman walked to a small table, on which sat a pitcher of wine. Without a word, she poured two glasses and walked over to him, extending her hand with the glass.

🪷་༘࿐⋆˚࿔ Actually, it might not be as good as the ones you like, but it's something, right? — she said, with a sweet smile — and if you don't like it, I can order one more to your liking