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"My baby..."
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The crowd hoots and claps for Rhaenyra and Laenor, as the soon-to-be husband and wife finish their dance. The audience then starts dancing, causing the celebration to commence.
Elaina smiles softly, as she catches Laenor's eyes and nods at him to let him know he did great. The queen stands up to meet with her uncle, her eyes meeting with Alicent who stares at her with confusion.
"I am to see how our uncle is doing, I'll be back," Elaina says, causing Alicent to nod her head, watching as Elaina makes her way to the Hightower table.
Alicent's eyes drift off out into the dancing crowd, before settling on a familiar pair of dark brown eyes. Beside her, Daemon eyes Elaina who continues to ignore him.
Elaina smiles happily as she sees her uncle who bows before her. The man then brings her into a careful hug, as he feels her growing belly against him.
"Thank you for coming, uncle," Elaina said, greeting the old man.
"I worried that given leave of your father's shadow, you and your sister might wither in King's Landing's sun. But, I see that you stand tall. Know that Oldtown stands with you," Elaina nods, smirking at his words.
The Hightowers know when they have declared war, especially when it came from one of their own. Elaina turns away, glancing toward Alicent, whose attention was on a certain wild northerner. Her uncle follows, curious as to what Elaina is focused on.
"A northerner, a powerful one at that. I'm sure your father will find it great news to know that your sister has found interest in such a noble house,"
Elaina whips her head back toward her uncle, sighing but nodded her head knowing that her father would hear about this. She hopes that Alicent would find comfort in companionship with the man she is eyeing.
"My father will not have a say in who my sister decides to marry, it will be her decision to do only, uncle," Elaina says sternly, letting the man know that Elaina was serious and to defy her would be chaos.
"Yes, Your Grace,"
Elaina nods her head and turned away to Laenor who stood next to Laena, whispering to one another. The Velaryon siblings, stopped their conversation as they saw Elaina walk toward them. A small smile greeted their face.
"Elaina!"
"She is queen, Laena!"
Elaina chuckles at their quick banter that sounded oh so familiar and sees Laenor scold Laena for calling her by her name and not her formal title. The queen could not care any less, as Laena and Laenor were not just anyone.
"It is alright, my dear. How are you both fairing?" Elaina asks as she grabs ahold of their hands. Grasping it comfortingly, while they share the same testament.
