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"The Gods favor those who worship them greatly,"
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Queen Elaina Targaryen
How are you, My Queen? I do hope you are well. Daeron has done nothing every day but train, he is quite excellent with a sword. Your sister has been well, I assume you both send letters frequently as Winterfell's ravens have been needing extra food for the journey lately.
I have missed our weekly letters, it did not surprise me that the King has grown suspicious. I am quite the charming lord if I do say so myself. I hope that you do come to visit us soon, your son misses you greatly... And in some cases, so do I.
Send a letter when you can, I wish to know that you are well in those walls of red.
Sincerely,
Lord Cregan "Charming" Stark
Elaina chuckled at the letter, smiling at the slight teasing. Even though a piece of paper, he is still quite the charming man she met all those years ago. Elaina stores the letter in her pillowcase, knowing she would reread it before she falls to sleep.
The queen smiled at the mention of her son, knowing he was being well taken care of. She expects Daeron's letters to come in soon, as Cregan's just arrived.
Her sweet boy Daeron, without his siblings and his mother. Elaina cries for her son to come home every night. The pain of having ome of her children so far from her reach, pains her aching heart.
The moment Daeron was born, Elaina had been alone. Viserys did not come to greet her and their child. The old king stopped caring after Aemond had been born.
Viserys claims it had been old age reaching him, but Elaina knew her husband could careless. Daeron was a quiet babe. His eyes were a bright purple, so violet that Elaina thought of them of gems.
One day, Elaina hoped. One day, her beautiful boy would finally come home to her. All she had to do was wait and wait. Yet, as patient as she was. Elaina felt like one small effect could snap her like a twig.
Elaina got up from her chair, the sound of her door opening behind her causes Elaina to glare harshly before her eyes soften at the figure.
Aegon peeked his head inside, before sheepishly looking at his mother's confused expression.
"Yes, my love?" Elaina asked, motioning with her hands for her son to come into her room.
Aegon welcomed himself inside before closing the door behind him. The prince approached his mother slowly before giving her a kiss on the cheek to greet her.
"You wanted to speak to me, Mother?" Aegon asked, making his way toward Elaina's bed and sat down to wait for his mother to start talking.
"Right, slipped my mind. Now tell who planned what happened to your brother at the Dragonpit the other day?" Elaina chuckled to herself, her hair moving slightly back, revealing a spot with a deep shade of purple on her neck.
