A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart
A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart
The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as...
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305 AC, King's Landing
"That's a very beautiful crown, Your Grace."
Alyssa turned in the direction of the voice to see Olenna walk up to stand beside her, joining her in watching as Margaery Tyrell and Daeryn danced around in the centre of the Great Hall.
"This old thing?" Alyssa asked, a small smirk appearing on her face. "I just found it lying around in an old box."
"It's very beautiful. Whoever commissioned it must have had great taste," Olenna stated, a glint of approval in her eyes. While very few besides the two of them knew that the amethyst crown Alyssa wore had been gifted to her by Olenna on her thirtieth nameday, it was still a nice gesture. "They make a handsome pair," she nodded towards the Crown Prince and his new princess.
"They do," Alyssa couldn't do anything other than agree. Daeryn had inherited his father's handsome Valyrian features and Margaery was definitely a beautiful young lady.
"With two women I have educated on the throne after each other, I have a little more faith in the future of Westeros," Olenna said, leaning against her cane. "More faith than I've ever had in my long life."
"I would have been more flattered had I not known what other Kings and Queens have ruled the Seven Kingdoms during your lifetime," Alyssa snorted. "Cersei Lannister didn't exactly make it difficult to be a better Queen then she was. But I promise that I will do everything in my power to make sure that your wisdom is carried down to future generations of Queens."
"For some reason, the thought of you two being responsible for tutoring the future of Westeros worries me slightly," Janna Tyrell jested as she joined them, offering Alyssa a quick curtsy.
Alyssa shot her a fake glare while Olenna said, "Snark is no substitute for wit, Janna."
"Of course, mother," Janna said sarcastically before linking her arm with Alyssa's. "May I borrow you for a moment, Your Grace."
"Of course," Alyssa said, giving Olenna a quick farewell before the two started walking around the Great Hall.
"Margaery seems happy," Janna noted, looking over at her niece.
"Aye, but I imagine she looked happy when she married Renly and Joffrey too," Alyssa snorted, knowing very well that Margaery could fake it with the best of them. Daeryn knew the same, which is why he seemed a bit cautious around her. Hopefully the two would at least find some happiness one day.
