ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Was it true you could love someone so much that you felt like your heart could explode every time you look at them, but also that you could not stop thinking about smacking their head against a wall until they were left hanging with no help?

The answer was yes.

Little Aegon stared at our sister with curiosity and annoyance shining in his big, violet eyes as Rhaena followed us through the walls, repeating herself as if I didn't hear her the first time she spoke. I was doing my own best to hide the clear annoyance within myself, since the youngest female of us all hadn't stop complaining ever since she decided to interrupt our comfortable nap.

"I said no, Rhaena."

"Why?"

"I am going to see Helaena, I told you this morn."

Rhaena groaned, and even though I could not see her I knew she had thrown her head back. She liked Helaena, I knew she did. But she couldn't understand why I wanted to spend so much time with her and her children. I had tried to explain it, that there where I grew up beside my sister, my aunt had been far away, and I missed her and wanted to make it up for her. For leaving with such a poor goodbye.

"But why?" Rhaena pouted her lips, forcing me to stop my steps as her hand found it's way to my forearm. And making Egg almost unconsciously tight his grip on my neck.

The second youngest leaned his forehead in my already healed shoulder with a sigh as Rhaena's plead reached our ears again. He imitated her late groan, and for a second I thought I was carrying the quieter, calmer version of my stepfather as he so cutely faked a cry. I could only chew on my lip, as I turned to stare into my sister's hopeful, dark violet eyes.

"I already explained it, Rhae. Helaena spends most her days alone, locked in her chambers with only her children and maids. I wish to make her company at least for a day." She only frowned her brows, pinching the back of her hand with her long fingernails. "Ask Baela to go with you."

"She is with grandmother."

"Then ask Luke."

She groaned again, closing her eyes as if trying to avoid my gaze. For some reason beyond my understanding, she had been avoiding him since the last supper all Black children enjoyed together, three days before that. Even as they spent the entire day with one another after breakfast, walking down the gardens arm in arm and giggling and blushing and tormenting the peaceful birds that tried to find some calm and relax their wings. I knew it because Luke snitched, teared up and pouted lips, and shyly and almost desperately asked me if he had done something wrong.

I had spoken with Baela about it, since no one knew Rhaena better than her twin and perhaps their father. But neither of us could understand our sister's sudden mood swing towards her betrothed and the person she so poorly could hide she was in love with ever since aunt Laena's funeral. We had questioned her about it, as I invited them both to have dine in my quarters. And Rhaena had only shaken her head, blushed, hid her tears, and sprinted out the room with no answer.

So there I was, acting like the older sister just like Emory asked me to. Even when I was mere moons older than the twins and they were to wed my own brothers.

"No."

"Stop being a child." I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, biting down my tongue to not spit an insult towards someone who didn't deserve it, and started walking away without looking back.

She was not so quiet as she spat her own curse, ignoring the jump and gasp from an old lady walking pass her, and following us remaining as quiet as she could this time. Egg lifted his head from my shoulder, rolling his own valyrian eyes as Rhaena briefly smiled at him.