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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"WE JOIN TODAY AT THE SEAT OF SEA to commit the lady Laena of House Velaryon to the eternal waters, the dominion of Merling King where he will guard her for all the days to come. As the sea sets for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore. Though their mother will not return from her voyage, they will all remain bound together in blood." Lord Vaemond spoke in sniffles, as the Targaryen's and Velaryon's surrounded one another in quivering frowns — saddened by the loss of the late Lady Laena.
Daenera stood silently beside Daemon and Rhaenyra, their children huddled in front. Though they had been apart many years, Laena continued to be a close cousin to Daenera. The loss of her came all too soon. Nothing about the gloomy day was bright.
"Salt courses through Velaryon blood. Ours runs thick. Ours runs true. And ours must never thin. My gentle niece. May the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirits, and your nets be as full as your hearts. From the sea we came. To the sea we shall return." Vaemond spoke strongly amongst the group, as the stoned casket fell into the ocean tidal waves of Driftmark.
Daenera shuddered a breath, as Daemon gently grabbed onto her cold hand — pressing glazed lines against her skin, in the hopes of calming her angst. Daenera fluttered her eyes shut for a moment, taking in the touch of her husband.
. . .
THE DRAGON'S FLEW ABOVE DRIFTMARK, as the clan's gathered around the courtyard. "It seems as though each time we try to escape their grip we get pulled back into it." Daenera mumbled against the edge of her glass, side eyeing Alicent and Ser Criston.
"We will be gone soon, Daenera." Daemon assured his wife, brushing his hand down her braided strands of hair. "You mustn't let them get in the way of today."
"I know." Daenera sighed, staring at the dusted ground. "I don't know how I am able to possibly ignore them if they are eyeing me like dragons in the view of a goat all day, though." Daenera took another hefty sip of her wine, finding comfort in the liquid.
Daemon let out a chuckle, locking their fingers together. "Do not fret, my love. This is a minor setback. Soon, we will be back in Dragonstone — alone and away from the politics of your kin."
Daenera stifled a laugh. "If it was only that easy, husband." Daenera glanced around the overlooking sea veranda, noticing Raelyx accompanying Baela and Rhaena's mourning selves, with Jace and Luke by his side." A faint smile curved onto her lips, watching her son interact with the children.
"Dany." The woman grown heard from the corner, twisting her body around to face the person who whispered her name. Daenera looked down to Aemond, who faintly smiled up to his eldest sister. Daenera has never understood how she was the favourite when it came to children. Though, she didn't mind the attention of little ones, especially her siblings.
