"DREAMS DIDN'T MAKE US KINGS, DRAGONS DID"
Targaryen's were nothing without their dragons. History proves that they need them, especially for when Aegon's dream comes true.
Daenys Targaryen; named for the dreamer herself, her importance to House Ta...
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The departure of the northern cohort--
Goodbye.
Daenys hated that word. She hated its meanings, its implications, and its alternatives.
She hated the word in every language.
Yet, here she stood on the end of the docks of King's Landing. Silently, and solemnly, the dragon princess of Winterfell stood opposite her husband and daughters, taking in their images. Rickon in his wheelchair, cutting the image of the very thing that stark's possess dear to their hearts. His inability to walk because of his cumbersome gout made him no less fearless, honourable or powerful. His eyes were red, and had previously glistened with the melancholy of his ordered return to his homeland. The daughters of Daenys and Rickon stood in a semi-circle around the Lord of Winterfell. Tears streaked their cheeks, they were to return to Winterfell with their father. A choice was given, and a choice was made. Lyarra held a letter in her hand, whilst Elaena held the gifts that were for their brother.
Daenys had taken the decision to fly northbound two months prior, she undertook the journey to tell her only son, Cregan, of her duties in King's Landing, to tell him of how she would not be returning with his father and sisters, and to tell him of his father's condition. She told her son that when he wanted her, and when he needed her, he need only send a raven. She had gifted him a raven that she had taken from Grand Maester Runciter's eyrie, with Viserys' permission, and a wax seal, a wolf entwined with a three-headed dragon, so that she would know that he either needed or wanted her. She had already given those gifts to him two months prior.
The gifts that were in Elaena's hand were an assortment of things that Rhaenys, Laena, Laenor, Rhaenyra and Viserys had gifted to Cregan, knowing what he liked. He would be disappointed by the exclusion of gifts from Daemon, but the letter in Lyarra's hand was his gift to his only nephew.
Daenys, flanked by Ser Harrold Westerling and Ser Steffon Darklyn, rushed forward in to the arms of her husband. She let go, tears streaked her cheeks as she comforted her sorrowful husband and he comforted her in return. "See you soon, my love", she whispered to him. She hated the word goodbye, and its alternatives, but it escaped her lips - forced by the departure of the man she had shared a life of matrimony with. She loved him, but she couldn't say it. She couldn't say the three words that the man, whose arms she was in, had said to her countless times over their sixteen years of marriage. She rose soon after, moving to face Lyarra first.
As she stood infront of her eldest daughter, she remembered the mischievous little girl that she chased around the halls of Winterfell, and the halls of King's Landing. When with Rhaenyra, the pair were an inseperable duo that were a force to be reckoned with. A duo that reminded Daenys of herself and Daemon, when they were teenagers. As she scanned Lyarra's dark brown locks, and her grey eyes, that were the same colouring as the valyrian steel necklace that Daemon had gifted her, she flashed through the memories that she had of her eldest daughter growing, and of the morning of her departure back to Winterfell - she now sported elegant southern braids in a northern fashion, done by Daenys' own hand. At last, Daenys spoke. Her voice quivered, not quite the voice of the Lady of Winterfell that Lyarra had become used to.
