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Alinea Velaryon was nothing but a little rebel. She did not share any same traits with her twin brother, Jacaerys. Where Jace was content and prince-like — as he should, Alinea was living her best life as a princess, no pressure and irresponsible as she was no heir to the throne, or to anything, really. No, she was not the baddest girl either. She just always seem to liked the solitude, despite being born in a big family — where feasts and tourneys are some kind of a routine. She preferred books over people, she preferred music over her brothers. Many lords and ladies might think she was a bastard, but she also everything her mother was, save the dark wavy hair and those dark eyes. Alinea always liked to wander around, alone. Only her with her own thoughts.
Daeron Targaryen was everything a dragon prince embodied for. He was the most popular prince among the folks. Not only for his face but also his wit, not to mention he was bold, gentle and courteous. What his brother — Aegon and Aemond — lacks of, he was the perfect fit. Thus being said, he was perfect, despite being born as the youngest son of King Viserys Targaryen and his second wife, Queen Alicent Hightower. With no prospect as heir to nothing, he spent his youth as a cupbearer then squire to his mother’s cousin — Lord Ormund Hightower. Because if he could be anything, he should be a knight. With his silver hair and bright violet eyes, he would not stop for nothing — or no one. No one, unless his own niece — Alinea Velaryon. For she was everything that could be the death of him.