Castles Crumbling

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Once she arrived back to the Red Keep the hour was quite late, though plenty of guards still roamed the halls. As not to be caught with a young dragon, she carefully hid Zenox beneath her cloak.

Unfortunately, as she was approaching her chambers, the young dragon decided to get restless. "hush kessa ao, iksi nearly konīr" (hush will you, we are nearly there) She spoke with a quiet voice, into her jacket where he was hidden. However as she was distracted, she failed to take notice of the figure who was approaching her.

"Sister?" Questioned the individual. Straitening up immediately, the princess turned to find her sister staring at her in wonder. "What are you doing? Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day! What's under your cloak?"

"Nyra, Nyra please slow down. The hour is late and I am quite tired. Could we continue this conversation tomorrow?" She pleaded to her sister as she backed down the hall towards her chambers.

"Oh yes, of course, goodnight"

"Goodnight sister"

Once she entered her room, she quickly shut the door, back resting on it as she pulled Zenox from under her cloak.

"Kostā daor emagon umbagon iā dorolvie tolī jēdi" (You could not have waited a few more minutes) She scolded him with a shake of her head.

"Gaoman daor gīmigon skoros hen ao ȳdragon, pāsan eman issare gīda umbagon syt ao" (I do not know what of you speak, I believe I have been patiently waiting for you) A voice spoke.

Maegora let out a yelp, rapidly hiding the young dragon behind her back. Her eyes quickly focused on finding the owner of said voice.

"Kepus!" (Uncle!)

The day prior...

As the Princess Rhaenyra left the meeting of the small council, Ser Harrold greeted her "Princess, the prince Daemon passed through the Red Keep's gates at first light and is in search of your sister. As she is unavailable, I was hoping you could talk to him"

"Does my father know he's here"

"No"

"Very well, lead the way"

As they arrived to the Great Hall, they were greeted by Daemon casually lounging on the iron throne.

"Gods be good"

"It's alright Ser" Rhaenyra responded, sending him away and closing the doors behind her.

"Aōha daor Maegora" (Your not Maegora)

"Bona iksan daor, sylugon daor naejot jurnegon tolī mundagon kepus" (That I am not, try not to look too disappointed uncle) Rhaenyra responded with a chuckle. She had taken a minute to admire her uncle, she could see how women could fall for his looks. She would be lying if she said he was not attractive but she was personally more into brunettes. Her sister on the other hand, she knew, would be a perfect match.

Maegora and Daemon had always been close, both reckless and had a tendency to disregard rules when the opportunity presented itself. Both fierce warriors and not people you would want to cross. Rhaenyra strongly believes that they will end up together in the future, not that she would let either of them know that. She wants them, as she would put it, to come together naturally.

"Sȳrī skoro syt issi ao kesīr" (Well why are you here) the princess questioned, coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

"Iōragon" (Sitting) he claimed, "Bisa could sȳrī sagon ñuha dīnagon mēre tubis" (This could well be my chair one day).