the sun and the moon

two

It is not everyday that the sun and moon meet, but when their paths do cross... it is only for a few fleeting moments.

Though the situation didn't call for any joy, Jacacerys couldn't help but to feel such. Yes he was back in King's Landing because his brother's inheritance was being questioned, but he was finally able to see her again. Daenys. His Daenys who's eyes were always shining. Oh how he missed those eyes. He missed all of her. Just as she missed all of him.

That is why as Jace and Daenys walked through the halls of the Red Keep, they were never more than an arms length away from each other. Walking around with no destination, Daenys was content to listen as Jace, Luke and Rhaena recounted stories of their time at Dragonstone. The amount of happiness she felt did well to make her forget all that was occurring outside of this bubble in time.

"Oh Rhaena, how could I forget? Your grandmother and your sister arrived earlier today. Baela was in her quarters last I saw her." The young princess informed, mentally scolding herself for forgetting such a thing.

Daenys saw her cousin's eyes light up. "If you would excuse me Princess." The other girl replied, making her way to her sister. The young princess smiled to herself as she watched her cousin set off to reunite with her beloved family.

"Now then, where shall we go next?" She asked, turning her attention to the two boys.

"I say we pay a little visit to the training yard." Jace answered, grinning down at his brother. The younger of the two looked to his Aunt for help, who in return only laughed and intertwined their arms together. Holding her other arm out for Jace to take, the three made their way outside. As the trio walked down the steps leading to the yard, Daenys watched as Jace and Luke took in the scene. This place held many memories for them; both good and bad.

"Smaller than I remember." Luke finally said. Daenys huffed. "I think it is just that you have grown."

"It looks exactly the same. Come on." Jace replied, quickening his pace down the steps. Entering the yard, Daenys couldn't help but notice the amount of eyes that followed them. Nosey people, the whole of them. Walking with his shoulders back and chin up, the girl was reminded that Jace has always been a master at not letting stares get to him. The way he held himself screamed 'Look here. This is your future King'. Luke on the other hand seemed to shrink into himself, the intensity of the stares only helping to fuel his anxiety. Putting a steading hand onto his shoulder, Daenys sent him a small smile in hopes of giving some comfort. As Jace ran forward, the young princess leaned down to whisper into the boy's ear.

"The people love to gossip Luke, you must show you are unbothered. Stand tall and firm. Show them you aren't shaken by their whispers." With a squeeze, she let her hand fall from his shoulder.

"See?" Jace called from the other end of the yard. "I told you this would still be here." His hand touched the wall right where a large chunk of the stone was missing. Daenys and Luke turned their attention to the grinning boy. He began walking back to where they were standing near a table laid with weapons.

"And you thought you could swing Criston's morningstar." He almost laughed. The other two smiled at the fond memory. Daenys remembers coming down to watch training and almost having a heart attack seeing Luke's attempt to wield the weapon. "And you almost took your own head off." Jace finished, patting his brother's head for good measure. Both boys smiled at the memory as they sorted through the weapons. With his brother's attention focused on the table and his aunt's eyes flitting between all the sparring, Luke couldn't help but toss a look over his shoulder at the people whose eyes have not left him. They openly talked about him as if he was not present, not even bothering to look away when he met their eyes.

Jacaerys glanced quickly at his brother before giving the weapons his attention once more. "What's your problem?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Everyone's staring at us."

"Ah!" Jace called out, pointing a sword to his brother in jest. Daenys looked over at the sound and chuckled at Jace's antics and what she believed was an attempt to lighten his brother's solemn mood. She saw as the older of the two admired the sword in his hand, the younger's uncomfortability had bubbled over and a conversation would soon take place. One Daenys thought she ought not to listen in on.

Moving off to the side, Daenys continued to watch the sparring between the twin brothers, Erryk and Arryk, when a crowd began to grow on the other side of the training yard. The loud cheers gained the attention of the boys as they regrouped with their Princess. Jace threw a grin to Luke as he grabbed Daenys' hand and rushed over to see the fight. Daenys loved a good fight as much as the next person but Jacaerys' hand intertwined with hers did well in distracting her. It distracted her so well in fact, that it took that same hand squeezing her own and another, smaller hand on her elbow, for her to finally realize in the middle of the crowd was her brother.

Aemond's leather eyepatch strongly contrasted his pale complexion. That eyepatch served as a reminder of all that was lost the night of Lady Laena Velaryon's funeral. Daenys felt both boys stiffen beside her, they all shared looks of uncomfort. They watched as Ser Criston Cole swung his morningstar at the Prince with no restraint. Daenys felt herself dodging it, as if she were the one fighting him. Eventually after many missed attempts by Cole, her brother found an opening and held his sword at his opponent's collarbone. The spectators all clapped at their Prince's show of skill while the Velaryon brothers looked on with indignation.

Cole dropped his weapon, "Well done, my Prince. You'll be winning tourneys in no time."

Aemond, still holding his sword up, responded. "I don't give a shit about tourneys." He finally brought the weapon down, turning his attention to the crowd. "Nephews... have you come to train?" His eye landed on Jacaerys first, then moved to Lucerys and finally his sister who could see the anger and betrayal it held. Just as Daenys moved to step in front of the boys, a voice yelled out.

"Open the gate!"

The trio turned in time to see the massive gates unbolted and thrown open. With banners of his house's crest held high, Ser Vaemond Velaryon marched inside. Sparing a quick glance to Luke, Daenys saw as his shoulders came up and his eyes filled with doubt. Looking back to Ser Vaemond, his eyes were trained onto her nephew, his face pulled into an expression a person usually wears before battle. The young princess wanted nothing more than to pull Luke behind her, away from the man's vicious eyes but restrained herself. It would only make him seem weak in a situation as delicate as this one. Everyone watched until Ser Vaemond Velaryon and his men were inside. Thinking quickly, Daenys grabbed both boys' hands and started to drag them away.

"You both should go to your quarters. I'd like to avoid any confrontations between you two and my brother for as long as possible." Her eyes were pleading with them. "I'll come find you later."

Jace held onto her hand tighter. She squeezed both Jace's and Luke's hand in return before dropping them.

"Promise." She added.

"Come on then Luke." Jace answered, throwing his arm around his brother. The two boys walked away but not without Jacaerys throwing a look back to Daenys. She nodded at him before turning and walking over to her brother. She could only cross her fingers and pray to whoever was listening that this talk does more good than bad.