“Oh, poor little buggy” Rhaenyra muttered under her breath as she saw what the nuisance between her toes was, a little, strangely colored ant. Jace’s blood ran cold after hearing the mix of disgust and uninterest in his mother’s voice, she didn’t recognize him. To his titanic mother above, he was nothing, but an unfortunate insect stuck on her foot, blending in with the rest of the dirt and filth that called the princess’s feet home. Up above, Rhaenyra started at the speck wiggling between her toes. What was a nuisance was now a pleasant sensation, plus she could have sworn that the insect was licking her toes a few moments before. Not wanting to put it to waste, Rhaenyra decided that if the bug wanted to stay there, she would allow it.
The princess was seen as kind and compassionate to many, and she was, but she harbored a darker side to those she deemed as lesser. Peasants, commonfolk, and insects were all below Targaryens’, and belonged at their feet.
As a child, Rhaenyra enjoyed tormenting ants, gnats, and anything that could fit under her soles. She has tossed an ant in her riding boots before embarking on flights with her dragon, Syrax, subjecting the insect to long hours in the stuffy confines of the princess’s boots. These insects never survived the flight, dying from being crushed or drowning in her foot sweat, and these were the lucky ones.
She has drowned ants in her spit, dropped bugs in her chamber pot before using it, and used them as sweat rags, being forced to attempt to absorb as much royal sweat off the princess’s body as they could. This often meant being dragged through her armpits or across her stomach, lasting a little bit before being crushed against the titanic body, or drowned in her salty sweat. The deviant nature of princess Rhaenyra towards lesser creatures was her secret, one she was about share with her son. She scrunched her toes, slamming Jace roughly between the two pillars of flesh, and coating him in even more of her sweat and toe gunk.
Jace’s world was hell. He was being constricted by the toes of his mother, who thought he was an ant. Instead of being normal and mercifully crushing the poor bug, Rhaenyra was having fun with it, seeing what the little thing could endure. Jace tried to scream, and immediately regretted the action as he got a mouth full of his mother’s foot sweat and toe gunk. After what seemed like forever, but was only a minute, the toes stopped their torment and dropped Jace to the floor. The princess was worried she had ruined her new toy with how rough she just squeezed the ant but was slightly impressed with the resilience shown by it as it still crawled, trying to escape her foot, but meekly collapsed. She smiled, as she used her nail to scoop it off the ground and walked back to her room.
Jace was barely conscious, slightly bruised, as he was clinging for his life to the tip of his mother’s ring finger, tucked away under her nail. After what he had just gone through, his mother scared him, and he was worried about what was next. Almost as if she could read her thoughts, Rhaenyra’s voiced boomed.
“You may have a long career ahead of you, little bug. I have not been entertained by one of your kind in a while. Mayhaps you’ll last longer than the rest of them. Here is your first real test, survive this, and you can be the heir to the iron thrones personal toy!” she said gleefully, with a sweet smile. Jace almost got lost in his mother’s warm smile, before he realized where she was placing him. He looked down, and saw his mother was dropping him _____?
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