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Chapter ten 𓃦 Love like ghosts.
Jacaerys' steps were urgent – Daenys' were not. She stood on the balcony that overlooked the yard and main entrance to the building she has been calling home for the majority of her life (a strange, eerie place where no man walks that wishes good things upon her), eyes following the horses approaching. She tried to twist the ring on her finger but there was none left.
She, however, could feel the presence in the chambers. Without turning around, she spoke, "did everyone knew before I did?"
Robb didn't like to lie, especially not to Daenys. The fabric of his cloak was being twisted in between his fingers as he watched Aranna gently rock the twins' creaking beds, "we didn't want you to know from us. I mean – I thought they would send a letter. Your family, I mean."
"Is it true what they whisper?" she asks then, watching as the guards pulled the entrance's doors open, "what my mother did?"
Aranna looked up and gently shook her head to Robb. He, however, spoke the ill truth, "they say so."
It didn't hurt she was the last to know of her father's death. She half expected it from when she visited King's Landing. But when she heard the rumours of her mother and Ser Criston locking her father's corpse in his chambers, she vomited for hours. Hence, why she was prohibited from leaving her room. Her fingers gripped the railing of her balcony, "they locked my father in his chambers to die alone and afraid. They usurped my sister after our father spend devoting his entire life to her. He never cared for any of us but Rhaenyra. Why would he change his mind and say Aegon should be king?"
Robb didn't reply nor did Aranna – it was mostly just Daenys' speaking to herself. She watched Jacaerys dismount his horse, swiftly followed by Cregan. She looked back over her shoulder when her twins babbled something, "I've spent all my life in her shadow."
