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Chapter five 𓃦 Return of the dragon wolf.
She feared it and she became it. Daenys feared the blue blood of royals running through her veins would slowly disappear. It did. She became more of a wolf than she ever was of a dragon. What dragon cowards like a lost pup? What dragon grows to dislike her own flesh and blood? The flesh and blood she so desperately wished for, the same flesh and blood she laboured for hours through sweat, tears, curses and prayers? She could be a good mother, she swears it. She can be better; she needs to be better. She watches them move - Maester Kennet's fingers reaching for the twin's bellies, looking if there's anything wrong. Robb sitting by the crib for hours, the wooden toys between his fingers, his toothy smile beaming down at his niece and nephew. Theon promising he'll soon train with them, that they'll become the greatest warriors the Seven Kingdoms ever saw, for them are bounded by blood to the two greatest Houses that ever existed. Cregan watches them in amazement. His eyes travel across the short brown curls that slowly started to form on their heads. He watches the lilac eyes opening and closing in searches of something greater. He tilts his head down so Daella can grab his nose, giggling at her father.
And Daenys watches it from afar. Like she wasn't there in the moment, like she watches herself through the eyes of others. She's a pale ghost in her own story, haunting people's minds and the corridors of the Keep. She thinks about it often; maybe it was her time to become a real ghost, after all.
Dressed in the white nightgown that became her every day attire for the time of her resting, she sat on the edge of the bed, toes shivering against the cold floor. Her fingers - dried blood used to the flesh - tapped against the edge. Her eyes watched the two babes as they babble up at their father. Cregan tilted her head under Daenys', making her look up. He smiled - sweetly and stickly like honey - and whispered, "hi there."
She tried to smile but she feared her lips didn't reach her eyes, "hello."
"I spoke to Kennet while you slept," he spoke gently, fingers gently tugging hair behind her ear, "we can leave for King's Landing. If you wish."
She looked up, his fingers tracing her jaw softly. Daenys stayed quiet for a moment, unable to speak. Then, she whispered, "thank you."
Cregan smiled again, "no need to thank me. I just want to make you happy, that's all."
Her fingers curled around his wrist, leaned in his palm that cradled her jaw and cheek. She looked away, whispering, "I don't wish to disappoint you."
"In what way would you disappoint me?" his brows furrowed, eyes searching an answer on her face but received none.
And she didn't give him an answer either for she wasn't sure why she was apologizing either.
