Cersei Lannister - Shaena Targaryen

Daeren walked out of the King's chambers and headed towards his sister Shaena's room.

He hadn't visited her in a long time.

As for asking Lord Owen for money, he decided to do that tomorrow.

He would give his teacher some time to prepare.

Walking down the corridor, he heard the crisp sound of girlish laughter.

"Prince?"

Ser Jon remained vigilant.

The Kingsguard had an independent system of duties, with a conference table and resting space in the White Sword Tower. Only the King and the Kingsguard Captain had the authority to issue orders.

The King had ordered him to protect the Prince, so he would follow him every step of the way from now on.

Daeren waved his hand, signaling him not to be so sensitive.

The next second.

A slender figure with flowing blonde hair darted out from around the corner, "accidentally" stumbling into Daeren's arms and letting out a cry of pain as her foot twisted.

"It hurts."

The blonde girl nearly fell, half her body pressed against the solid chest of the stranger.

Daeren: ...

Girl, are you trying to stage an accident for compensation?

"Cersei, you fell..."

"Are you alright..."

Soon, several elaborately dressed noble girls ran out from around the corner. Seeing the blonde girl called Cersei twist her ankle, they spoke with concern.

The "elaborately dressed" here was not a derogatory term.

These were several beautiful girls in their prime, wearing colorful floral dresses that led the continent's aesthetic. They exuded the expensive perfume from the East Continent across the sea, a veritable garden in full bloom.

"I'm fine, I think I twisted my ankle."

Cersei Lannister frowned slightly, lifting the hem of her bright red skirt to reveal a fair, smooth lower leg and a tender foot painted with rouge.

The other beautiful girls immediately fussed over her, subtly showcasing her dominant position.

Daeren remained impassive, glancing at the girl's reddened ankle.

You really went all out on yourself, actually twisting it.

As expected of the famous 'table-flipping artist'.

Seeing that the silver-haired Prince didn't react, Cersei lifted her lovely face. Her emerald-like eyes sparkled brightly, and she spoke with the clear voice characteristic of The Westerlands: "Your Highness, you saved me."

"Did I?" Daeren asked, confused. When?

Cersei's soft body remained pressed against him, and she said directly, "Of course. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been just a twisted ankle."

Anyone could tell that this chance encounter was not as simple as it appeared.

Daeren's mind raced, and he played along: "I'm truly sorry. I think I startled you."

"No!"

Cersei quickly denied it, her slender fingers, more tender than green onions, gripping Daeren's arms. She felt his firm muscles, her tone somewhat urgent: "It's not your fault at all, handsome Prince."

With words like that, she might as well have written her intentions on her face.

Daeren didn't expose her, observing her with amusement.

Cersei showed no maidenly shyness. Instead, she proudly tilted her head, revealing her delicate collarbones beneath her swan-like neck and a hint of white at the neckline.

One had to admit, she truly lived up to her future reputation as "The Seven Kingdoms' most beautiful woman."

According to Daeren's knowledge, she was currently 14 years old, still a budding young girl, yet she already possessed considerable feminine charm.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes back.

Cersei curved her rosy lips, appreciating the young and promising, exceptionally handsome silver-haired Prince up close.

As a girl, her height was not insignificant, reaching 168cm.

Yet, in Daeren's arms, she had to tilt her head back to see his face clearly.

She thought Prince Rhaegar was already handsome enough.

His silver hair and purple eyes, distinct from the Andals, his handsome features, his melancholic purple eyes, and his heart-wrenching lyre playing, all captivated the hearts of maidens.

Compared to him, her childhood companion, her brother Jaime, seemed like a mere cowherd.

After the Mad

Not inferior to Rhaegar's gloomy beauty, surpassing his younger brother Jaime's frivolous and ignorant sharpness.

Most pleasingly, Father was incredibly supportive of her pursuing him.

"So, this is why I can't marry the prince, but will be the queen."

Cersei's heart pounded, her body experiencing an inexplicable tremor.

Daeren released his grip, handing the girl over to the infatuated maidens, and produced a Yellow Daffodil as if by magic.

"Wow, so pretty."

One of the blonde noble girls in a green dress's eyes lit up.

Immediately, Cersei's cold gaze quietly scared her away.

Daeren held the Yellow Daffodil, handing it to Cersei, whose gaze had been drawn to it, and softly said, "For you, a Yellow Daffodil symbolizing spring."

"It's really beautiful."

Cersei, a mix of surprise and joy, graciously accepted the Yellow Daffodil and sniffed its fragrance in front of her sisters.

It was a Yellow Daffodil of ordinary quality. Although not as precious as a silver star quality one, its fragrance was still captivating.

"Well then, see you next time."

Seeing the timing was right, Daeren proposed to leave.

"Wait..."

Cersei wanted to chat a bit longer, but he was already just a receding figure.

Never mind her lingering reluctance, the girls were overjoyed.

They surrounded Cersei one by one, chattering excitedly, "What a beautiful flower, it's actually a flower from the prince."

"Look at this daffodil, doesn't it look like a special plant?"

A sharp-eyed girl noticed a detail.

"That's right, it really does."

"A rather expensive flower, Prince Daeren is truly generous."

"..."

The girls babbled, their eyes fixed on the Yellow Daffodil. If they hadn't feared her, they would have snatched it long ago.

"It's just a daffodil. When I get tired of it, I'll give it to you."

Cersei enjoyed the adoration and made a promise to her companions.

A beautiful black-haired girl spoke, "Cersei, Daeren is only 11 years old, three years younger than you."

"So what?"

Looking at the silver-haired figure gradually disappearing at the end of the corridor, Cersei revealed a determined look and said proudly, "My father is the Hand of the King, the most noble and powerful person in the Seven Kingdoms besides the King."

Since she was young, there was nothing she wanted that she couldn't have.

Shortly after, Daeren, holding a bouquet of Yellow Daffodils, arrived at a sun-facing room and knocked lightly.

Shaeani Targaryen was in her room when a soft knock came from the door.

The young girl suddenly looked up.

Inheriting the Targaryen silver hair, purple eyes, and inhuman beauty, Shaeani was outstanding in appearance. Her silk honey-colored floral dress was very fitting, subtly revealing the girl's well-proportioned waist.

Hearing the familiar knock, Shaeani's expression was complex as she slowly said, "Come in."

Creak!

With permission granted, the door was pushed open, and two little sprouts rushed in.

"Sister."

"Shaeani, I came to see you."

The older one was Jaehaerys, his small face handsome and his demeanor proper.

The younger one...

"Shaeani, I'm here, why aren't you coming to greet me?"

Viserys, only 4 years old, stood with his hands on his hips, looking defiant and obnoxious.

Shaeani said nothing and lowered her head to continue her embroidery.

Her aloof demeanor seemed somewhat unusually solitary.

"Hey, I said..."

Viserys was about to act up when he received a "bang" on the back of his head. The small body stumbled, almost falling flat on his face.

"Behave yourself, don't make me hit you."

Daeren used a little trick, making the little brat shudder.

Shaeani looked up again, glancing at her long-unseen younger brother.

"I just came from Mother's, and I brought them here to play for a while."

Daeren sat down on the carpet as if he belonged.