DAERA

It had just stopped raining, and the field in the Red Keep's Goodswood was glowing. Golden rays of sun kissed the rain droplets on the fresh grass.

Alester and Daera found a dry spot under an old oak to rest, the young man lying against the back of the tree, improvising a few notes with his little harp, and the young woman lying on the grass, her head resting on Alester's stretched legs.

While war has ravaged the country, my's life has been bliss... She pondered, feeling no little guilt. Her big brother was at war, along with thousands of other men, while she was... in love. She turned her head back to his Alester, observing his beautiful wavy, blonde hair, his youthful face, his concentrated frown as he plucked the harp's chords, his closed eyes as he crafted new and beautiful sounds.

"You're a wizard." She whispered softly, smiling at her beloved. How much time had gone by since they first met? A year? Two? Five? Daera couldn't remember, yet everytime he played, she felt as if she had known him for a lifetime.

"Play me The maid from old Valyria."