『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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"Oh, cousins! How lovely to see you again! We are pleased that you accepted the invitation." Rhaenys stepped forward to greet at the entrance of the castle. The castle of Driftmark was a sight to behold, with its towering walls and breathtaking views of the sea. The powerful ships docked at the harbour added to the grandeur of the scene, making it clear that House Velaryon held great wealth and influence.
Daenerys stepped forward as well, embracing the princess. "We were beyond excited to be invited to anything, in truth. But finally, coming to Driftmark was..." She paused for a moment to think of the right word. Daemon stood behind her, he held Rhaegon by his hip, the remaining of their children beside him. "...realiving."
Rhaenys, still embracing the slightly younger princess, smiled at her. "It seems a year in exile has done you good after all. You become more regal with each passing day, cousin."
Daenerys laughed, her violet eyes sparkling with amusement.
However, it was true. Though a year is a short amount of time to change so drastically, the experience of exile had indeed transformed her. If not in mind, then in appearance. Her face was much more mature now, with sharper angles and a regal air that commanded attention. It was no longer the face of a young girl who once ran off to Essos, yet it was no less beautiful. Her hair, too, changed; it was not so silver anymore. Whether it was the constant sea salt in the breeze or the age, it was becoming darker, blonder. The same shade her mother used to have.
But her smile remained the same.
"Come," Rhaenys told them. "The dinner awaits."
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It had been a long time since the children last saw their cousins, let alone play or talk with them. So as they sat at the dining table across from each other with plates full of delicious food, laughter and conversation filled the air.
"And I told him! I said, Baelor, I'm faster at flying than you are! But he didn't listen," shrugged Visenya while excitedly telling a story to Laenor and Laena. Maekar rolled his eyes, having to hear it for the hundredth time.
"Did you win?" asked Laena eagerly, leaning in closer to Visenya.
"Of course I did! I never lose," Visenya boasted confidently, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Oh, I so wish I could fly a dragon," pouted Laena, leaning back in her seat. "My egg never hatched."
Laenor went to pat his sister's shoulder.
"Neither did mine," said Alyssa. She looked down sadly at her lap, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But we can still dream, can't we?"
On the other side of the table sat the adults. They were in their own world, engrossed in a heated discussion about politics and alliances. And the more conversation between them went on, the more Daeneyrs started to realise this gathering was not going to resolve in a marriage pact after all.
