Naerys did not have the fairytale life, nor did she want it. As the youngest child of King Baelon she would be expected to marry and be the dutiful wife. That was not who she was. Naerys had a dark secret that she would never whisper to anyone. That...
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Dallon did not know why he had to attend the funeral of a woman he'd never met. Or why his mother made him dress in tight stuffy clothing. Or why Frynne made him brush and braid his hair. But what he did know, was that his mother was anxious. They would arrive at Dragonstone within hours and Naerys had not stopped pacing. Frynne tried to calm the pacing woman but Naerys just brushed her off by saying she was fine.
Dallon felt the ship dock in bay, the rocking of the ship nearly knocking him from his feet. Naerys kneeled down before him, her expression anxious. "Dallon, do you remember how I said I would tell you about your father?"
Dallon cocked his head in confusion, nodding slowly. "Yes mother."
"Of course you do, my smart boy." Naerys cupped his head in her hands. He was her most prized jewel. Her precious son. "Your father will be here. I want to prepare you..." her words trailed off as Dallon's expression sunk into confusion, then sadness.
His father?
His father would be at the funeral of a woman he had never met?
Dallon shook Naerys hands off of his face, taking a step back. Frynne interjected herself, reaching for the boy. Dallon dodged her hand and his eyebrows furrowed together.
"My father is here...and you didn't tell me?" It had been weeks since they returned home from the North. Dallon felt and emptiness from the lack of friendship. Dorne was dry and loud and hot.
Naerys covered her mouth and looked at the ground, at a loss for words. Frynne knew she should not interfere, but both mother and son were distraught. Frynne did not talk to him like a child majority of the time. She talked to him like he was human. She knew when it was time to be delicate.
"Your mother loves you-"
"Stop it!" Dallon shouted, his eyes prickled with tears. Both Frynne and Naerys were shocked at the outburst but stayed silent. Dallon was young, still trying to figure out his feelings. But he couldn't. His heart ached and he was hot. "You lied to me...both of you..."
Naerys took a step forward and reached for his shaking hands. His skin nearly burned to the touch as Naerys locked eyes with him. "He did not deserve you. I would rather you believe him dead and gone than ever know that horrid man." Naerys was not sure the words she spoke were true. Did she truly think of her own brother as such filth?
Dallon jerked away from his mother's touch once again and took a shuddering breath. "Leave me alone..." Dallon turned on his heel and rushed to the deck as the horn blew, signaling their docking. Naerys picked up her skirts to follow but Frynne delicately placed a hand on her lower back.
"He just needs time. Come, my love. We will face this together."
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The taste of the salty sea did not sit well on Naerys tongue. Even when riding dragon back, the wet wind stung her cheeks. Ligthries flew with a loud shriek above the High Tide. Not far behind, Fyremir flapped his thin wings like a heartbeat to keep up. Naerys was the first to step off the boat, holding out a hand for Naerys. She took it gingerly, looking back to watch Dallon also exit the boat with curious eyes. Naerys wanted to reach out and console him but she knew there was no use.
