𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺,
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍
" Wed her to me. "
" What? "
" When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Daenera. I want to love her the way she loves me - the way we've alw...
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"IT IS LORD BLACKWOOD'S CONTENTION, therefore, that the Brackens moved the boundary stones in the dead of the night and put their horses to graze in his field."
"Why was this issue not brought before Lord Grover?" Spoke Alicent in a questioning tone. The meeting Daenera and Rhaenyra were being forced to attend was aggravatingly boring in their eyes. "Has he grown so feeble he cannot settle a quarrel over rocks?"
"I've heard tale that Lord Grover's son now runs Riverrun in all but name." Lord Wylde informed the Queen, as Daenera huffed in annoyance, glancing her sister's way in dismay.
"Well, he is also a Tully, and this remains a Tully problem."
"If we may move on my Lords-"
"And yet — the Brackens and the Blackwoods will use any excuse to spill each other's blood. So, this dispute bears looking into. There will be countryfolk who know where the lines have been drawn for generations." Rhaenyra interrupted the Lord, fiddling with the rolling marble in front of her.
"That is easy enough." Lord Lyonel soothed a nod, understanding the words of Rhaenyra.
"Of course." Alicent sipped onto her cup of wine, letting out a scoff. Daenera stared at her with dullness — her eyes narrowing into thin gaps.
"Ser Tyland."
"Um, we should address the latest developments in the Stepstones, my Lord's." The Lord cleared his throat, readjusting himself on the seated cushion next to Marianna — his lady wife. Daenera and Marianna's friendship had continued to stay in cold water. Daenera hadn't given a care to Marianna in years, but it seemed every situation Daenera got herself in — Marianna would impose.
Sighing, Viserys grumbled curses. "Will we ever be shut of that blasted place."
"If you ask me, I think the Blackwoods have the upper hand." Lord Beesbury spoke up, confusing the round of them. Daenera rose her eyebrows to Rhaenyra, who stifled a laughter.
"No. We've moved on from the Blackwoods, Lord Beesbury."
"And the Triarchy's new alliance with Dorne." Lord Tyland raised his voice, in hopes the other Lord would understand clearer.
"I was hoping our negotiations with Sunspear might persuade them to reason. To trust a Martell is to be disappointed." Viserys coughed into his silk rag.
"And where, I wonder is our Prince Daemon?" Asked Lord Jasper, peering to Daenera in confusion. Daenera let out a breath, pressing her thumb against the middle of her brow.
"My husband is in training with our daughter today, my Lord's. He apologizes for his absence." Daenera excused her husband's nonattendance, crossing her hands together flatly against the smoothed wood surface of the table, bubbling her knee up and down in angst; due to the urge to flee.
