『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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The sun was high in the sky as Daenerys and Rhaenys walked by the sea, leaving footprints in the sand. They walked in silence for a while, the sound of crashing waves providing a peaceful backdrop to their thoughts.
"I am grateful that you agreed to walk with me, cousin," Daenerys said finally, but the awkwardness in her voice was evident. "I er... wished to apologize for not writing to you over the past few years. Especially the last two."
Rhaenys took her hand and squeezed it warmly. "No need. I myself should apologize for not expressing my condolences on the loss of your father."
"Hmh," Daenerys hummed. "I would say that you have no idea how much that means to me, but you know well."
Rhaenys smiled softly, her eyes filled with understanding. "Indeed, cousin."
Daenerys chuckled lightly. "I am sorry you didn't get to be the Queen," she finally said, speaking the words that had been on her mind for a while now.
Rhaenys' smile faded slightly, her gaze turning distant. "Yes, it was not the fate I had envisioned for myself. But perhaps it was for the best."
Daenerys nodded, her expression sympathetic. "Sometimes destiny has a different path in mind for us, even if we can't see it at the time."
"Perhaps you are right," said Rhaenys, looking over the horizon. As she watched the sunset, a sense of acceptance washed over her. "I have missed Dragonstone; I won't deny it."
"Is Driftmark much different?" asked Daenerys curiously. Rhaenys smiled softly, her eyes still fixed on the fading light. "Driftmark has its own beauty, but it lacks the history and memories that Dragonstone holds for me. It's a different kind of home."
"Then you should stay a while longer," insisted the younger princess.
"If only I could. Something tells me we are to be called to King's Landing sooner than expected." Rhaenys sighed wistfully, her gaze turning towards the distant horizon. "I fear there are storm clouds gathering over the capital."
"Funeral or coronation, I wonder," Daenerys pondered aloud, her eyes mirroring Rhaenys' concern.
"It is more of the same for me," Rhaenys replied with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.
Daenerys wrapped her arm around her cousin's. "Come, dinner will be served shortly, and we do not wish for our men to kill each other while we are away." Rhaenys gave a small smile, grateful for Daenerys' attempt to lighten the mood. As they walked towards the dining hall, Rhaenys couldn't shake off the feeling that their peaceful days were numbered.
