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Southern Scottish countryside

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Summary: What if Rhaenyra and Mysaria were not interrupted at the end of Season 2 Episode 6? What if they were allowed to continue?

Rating: E, no archive warnings apply

AN: This is my first fanfiction in a while, but I was inspired to write after seeing the last episode so... I've also never even attempted writing smut before. So please be nice to me.

Preview:

“I believe you are meant to be queen.”

It is more honest than Mysaria has ever been. She has taken her darkest secrets across continents, from the far reaches of Essos to Westeros and King’s Landing. All to reveal it to the Fawn Queen before her.

Mysaria had spent years working her way up the streets of kings landing. A slave to a low-level courtesan to the prince’s mistress. After him, she’d had clout enough to trade in secrets rather than desire. She pulled the strings of the streets rather than the streets pulling on her body, building an empire of deceit from the dust of the street of silk. A worm they’d call her, but she had her castles built on knowledge, her girls-

Until a man took them all away. Burned them in the dead of night, for the crime of giving him what he’d asked for. Otto Hightower and Daemon Targaryen may play at being enemies, opposing forces, but they were liars cut of the same cloth.

Men, how they’d clawed at her from the moment she’d arrived on this earth. They’d cut her, choked her, defiled her, enslaved her….Even the ones meant to love her. And all this had come before she’d joined the pillowhouses of King’s Landing. She swore long ago, perhaps when she stood with Daemon at Dragonstone as he cruelly lied about the baby she would never carry, or maybe even before, that she would never trust another one of them again. She would not partake in their silly games of war, believing one side more just when both burnt smallfolk in their towns and terrorized the innocent. Mysaria chose to fly only one banner: her own.

And yet.

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Hopelessness

I once again feel I was born into a world not made for me.

Not to say I have the hardest life - I, too, remind myself how easy my existence is compared to others. But that is all I have - an existence. You see, I have begun to realize the life I imagined for myself is nonexistent. Without it, do I see a life worth living?

I have spent these many years with the childlike hope of the mystical future at the end of the tunnel. Now, I realize I it does not exist. It was, and always will be, false light.

What must I do? How can I find meaning and purpose in life without it? I have to admit, I cannot find much to hope for in my future now.

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I was born in August moon

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this has probably already been done before but i was thinking about it earlier and got curious