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Chapter six 𓃦 The tourney
The Tourney of 129 AC was the last tourney King Viserys, first of his name, ever organised. He didn't have the opportunity to enjoy it from the royal box, he rather stayed (was forced by the Hand and the Maesters) to remain in his chambers to rest. In the early morning, Rhaenyra and her family returned to what was once her home, bringing uneasiness in the Green side of the royal family. Despite the obvious tension, Daenys welcomed her older half-sister with open arms.
A sigh spilled from Rhaenyra's lips in a sign of content when Daenys held her arms around her, careful not to press her front on the growing baby bump underneath the cloak of Targaryen colours, "Nyke emagon missed ao terribly." (I have missed you terribly)
"Keskydoso, mandia," (likewise, sister) came the reply from the oldest Targaryen sibling, ring covered fingers squeezing the back of the Stark coloured dress her youngest sister wore before pulling back. Cold rings gently clashed with the warm cheeks of Daenys, "congratulations on the babes."
"Likewise," she smiled gently, sides reaching her eyes when Rhaenyra's youngest giggled in the lady in waiting's arms, "I do hope your labour goes well. Whenever it happens."
Rhaenyra smiled – gently, sweetly, reserved for her family only, "thank you, byka zaldrīzes." (little dragon)
Though love came easy for Rhaenyra, uneasiness was what she felt around her husband. A terrible feeling approaching in the near future, dreams and fates enclosing her mind like the plague. Daenys swallowed harshly, fingers reaching for her ring, "kēpus." (uncle)
"Niece," Daemon nodded and Daenys bit her tongue. All these years past and he still believed she was unworthy of the Valyrian language; that she still held too much of that viper Hightower blood.
"Uhm," Daenys straightened herself in hopes to not show her distress, "father is in his chambers. If you wish to visit him."
Rhaenyra nodded, fingers clasped around her wrist, "I saw the banners outside and the knights."
Her brows furrowed with a small shake of her head, "father wished to organise a tourney for Daella and Jon. I told him it's not necessary but you know father."
"I do, at least," Daemon hummed in vain, moving pass his niece, coldness washing over her; I do know him more than you ever will, he wanted to say.
The doors cracked open and he disappeared within the hallways, a nervous Lucerys padding after him like a scared duckling, the ladies following close behind. Daenys watched her nephew walk pass her nervously, fingers achingly tugging themselves together. Still, the thought of her words lingered in the back of his mind: I will have your eye, Lucerys, for what you did to my brother. But time passed and she changed. He didn't know that.
