[Sub Event 01] A Dream Which I Raise My Sword Towards
Long ago she was asked about her dream.
A dream which she was willing to give her sweat and blood only to achieve it. A valuable dream worth dying for.
‘What is it?’ She always asked herself. ‘What exactly do I want?’
She knew long ago that a peaceful life did not exist for people like her. She was born high, that was the price to pay. A noble-born is destined for a stony path. Cold, lifeless, bloodshed yet so delusive that people think it is rosy. A La Vie en Rose is for those who were fooled by the mist of power to rule and luxurious lives noblemen seem to possess.
She hated it all.
To her, this life is caged, locked up since the very first day she was born to this cruel world with a title ‘princess’. Sure, she did not actually hate it ‘all’. She knew she enjoyed having power above the others, power to rule, power to control and to have things the way she wanted.
Still…there was something missing.
‘What is it?’ She kept asking herself over and over. ‘What exactly do I want?’
Sadly, she could not find her own answer.
Once in a long long while, she dreamt of freedom.
How surprisingly gorgeous a vast green meadow would feel like if she could run freely. How sparkling the ocean could be if she sailed beyond the horizon. She would like to carelessly fall in love with a man, cry her eyes out when things crashed down and learn to love again.
More importantly, she would be more than delighted to choose her own life.
That was her imaginary freedom, a freedom that never exist.
She was a princess of the Iron throne. She was just a political pawn and a prey for fate to mercilessly devour.
She was Lasair Targaryen, after all.
Yet, freedom was not what she truly longed for.
No one told her that sometimes the answer you seek was far closer to you than you realize.
The very answer she had been looking for…was right here in front of her.
How could she be so foolish!
That warm gaze. That gentle smile. The way his eyes shined when hearing those sweet chatty words of her sister.
Why did you not look at me the same way!?
Father, have you ever loved me?
She eventually figured out what exactly she always wanted.
To be loved…
Lasair never told how much she loved her father, Aedirys, king of the Iron throne. It felt like there was an invisible wall between them both since she was small.
She was never a sweetheart or an obedient little girl. Not even once. She barely showed her true feeling about this. All she did was acting as if she wanted no love from anyone. She was cold, self-willed and malicious. She could never start a lively healthy talk like Aedrewyn. She could not manage Claris’s warm smiles .
How could father possibly love a daughter like her?
Yet again, just for once, she asked only for once to have that warm smile and heartwarming gaze from her father. Just for once let her have all those things to herself.
She wanted to feel that she was wanted or even better...loved.
And there was one question she would like to sort the answer, yet she decided to keep her mouth shut.
‘Father, have you ever loved me?’
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