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Kiera has grown to hate the court. Admittedly, it took no time at all to begin to dislike the whole affair but her initial annoyance pales in comparison to her absolute loathing now.
She’s grown fond of Valarr in the course of their marriage, maybe even close to loving him, but even still, if there was a choice, she’d have chosen to never wed him rather than go through the rituals of the court. She’d rather never have met him or the women who have become so dear to her in her adjustment to life in Westeros than continue to live with these rituals. But she is a Targaryen now and the Targaryens need the myth they create to survive.
Every time she must be there, she must leave behind as many traces as Tyrosh as possible. The current family is too Dornish as it is in too many people’s eyes, having a future who isn’t even of Westeros hardly helps. Knowing that it must be done, for her safety, for Valarr’s, for the family they may one day have yet, doesn’t make it any easier, any less like a betrayal of her home. The home she has not seen in so so so long.
Self-pity won’t make this easier or get it over with so she carries on, does her duty and goes.
She hides the vibrant pink of her hair, one of the last real things of Tyrosh she gets to keep, with a veil. She dresses in Targaryen colours as if it is not a horrific show of ownership even when she lacks house colours of her own. And she doesn’t speak, she refuses to let them hear her accent, to mock it and treat it as some disgusting aberration of her being. And she certainly will not let them hear her Valyrian.
All she has to do in endure it until she can return to her chambers.
She’s fortunate in that.
She was afraid that Valarr or his father would make her into one of them wholly, just another dragon, they did like their similarities, but they didn’t. In fact, Valarr often claims that he enjoys her Tyroshi ways of being, wished she could show them more. It’s kind of him to say. It’s kind of him to allow. She’s hardly in a position to deny him.
She does wonder how the myth will treat her children, she’ll have them one day, she knows it. They’ll never have known any other way. She wonders if they’ll see themselves as Tyroshi at all, or simply more dragons.