Ānogar ānograro
BLOOD OF MY BLOOD
Maegor Targaryen ended up having a son with Ceryse Hightower. The son was supposed to be the heir but was displaced by Jaehaerys Targaryen.
That son ended up creating a new cadet branch of Targaryens.
That branch en...
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Honeysuckle. That was the first thing Daenys smelt when she walked into the Queen's Apartments. It was a nice change from the usual smell of King's Landing, which was quite literally shite. Suddenly she heard a voice that sounded as sweet as the scent she smelt.
"Daenys! How wonderful it is to see you!" Queen Aemma said upon seeing her good-sister.
Daenys looked towards Aemma, who was laying on a sofa, looking uncomfortable as ever. "How wonderful it is to see you as well Aemma." Daenys replied with a bright smile on her face as she went forward to hug the Queen.
"Dear gods, you look as If you are about to burst at the seams." Daenys said while looking at Aemma's belly. "Give me warning this dress took two weeks to make."
"Oh, do you track the seamstresses progress now?" Aemma asked with an amused look on her face. Daenys immediately pulled a face and spoke, "Oh please, as if I have time to concern myself with that."
"And pray tell what do you have time for?" Aemma quizzed. Settling in a cushion a maid brought for her Daenys answered, "Well, let's see, I wake, I dress, I break my fast, walk around to overhear gossip, lunch, ride Abraxes, read, and go to bed."
"I regret making such an assumption after hearing about your gruelling schedule." The Queen said in a mocking tone.
"I accept your apology, though you could have added a bit more effort. And honeysuckle? Really?" Daenys questioned.
"The little one has heightened my sense of smell. King's Landing is the opposite of pleasant, and Rhaenyra comes and goes as she pleases reeking of dragons." Aemma complained.
"How is my little niece?" Daenys asked fondly. Daenys was quite fond of Rhaenyra, and vice versa. When she was born, Daenys had been the first to hold her after her parents.
"Not so little anymore," the Queen said with a tired smile, "She grows opinionated-" "I taught her how to do that." Daenys smiled proudly.
"I do not mind it, but I know people of the Kingdom will. A few days ago, she threatened to run away from King's Landing and live with you and Aenar in the Vale. How is he by the way? I know Rhaenyra misses her uncle dearly?"
"Oh, her uncle is nothing but trouble." Daenys replied. "I agree but I didn't ask how Daemon was." Aemma stated, which threw both of them into a laughing fit.
"My husband is fine, but he grows restless. He was not meant for ruling. One would say he has the right temperament for it, but you can tell he would rather be doing anything besides listening to disputes about sheep." Daenys stated.
"Getting lost in the library no doubt. And how is your grandsire Daeneth? I wish to meet him when he comes." Aemma inquired.
"Please do not. You worry me just sitting up, and Grandsire is as well as can be. It is a miracle he has lived this long. The last living grandchild of Aegon the Conqueror. You know him, scaring the life out of servants, hounding me for an heir,"
