Timeless

Chapter Seventeen

Ten years later

Siren straightened her dress. She hated the black dress. She hadn't worn black since she had come out of mourning. But Laena, Laena deserved back. Laena one of her dearest friends deserved to get the proper mourning color.

Rhaenyra crossed over to her and gently kissed her, drawing her from her thoughts. "You can't sink back my love." She whispered. She let one of her friends curls curl around her finger.

"I know." Siren answered. "Thank you my darling, sometimes I need my thoughts interrupted."

Roman wrapped his arms around his wife and buried his face into her neck. "I know how to get you out of your thoughts." He muttered, his lips curled into a smirk against her skin.

"We have a funeral." Siren chided softly. "I was thinking about how much I hate black, it reminds me of Baelon."

"At least this one has Tyrell colors on it." Rhaenyra offered. The trim of the dress had gold and green twisted together. "That is good."

There was as a loud roar as a dragon landed. Siren pulled away from the embrace of her lovers. "Athena." She muttered rather exasperatedly. "She's always doing this."

"Your brother did decide that she was third in line last week." Rhaenyra answered. "She's bound to be happy about that."

Siren nodded. "She was, but we all knew she would be. If your father and brother had anything to say about it, which of course they were the only ones with a say."

Roman shook his head. "You could've said no and I would've named Ares."

Siren shook her head. "I would never deny my child's birthright." She answered. "I must go deal with her."

"I shall come with you." Roman answered. He opened the door and followed his wife out. He followed her down to the courtyard where their eldest daughter was stroking her dragons neck.

"Athena Targaryen." Siren called, her voice very firm. Her daughter froze and turned around.

"Mother." She answered weakly.

"What have I told you about drawing attention to yourself in situations that do not call for it?" Siren asked.

"I didn't mean to." Athena answered. "I promise, I just hadn't thought."

Roman set a hand on his wife's arm. "I understand, I acted quite the same when I was your age."

Siren let out a breath. "Please be respectful. This is a sad time."

Athena crossed over and kissed her mother on the cheek. "I will be, I promise mother."

"Thank you sweetheart." Siren answered. "Come, let's get you changed. Your siblings are all dressed. You stink."

Athena rolled her eyes. "I smell like dragon. Surely you don't think father stinks when you two fly on Cerberus."

"Your father bathes as soon as we reach our rooms. We both bathe." Siren answered leading her up to her rooms. "You are now the future queen, you must keep appearances up. People will already be trying to find a reason to protest your position. You are to be the first queen of Westeros Athena."

Athena groaned. "Why must that matter? No one cares when father looks disheveled."

Siren pulled her to a stop. "Your father possesses something that you will never have. A cock. He may be half the ruler you will be, but no one will ever care because he is a man. You are a dragon rider, a warrior, and a natural leader Athena. You will be an excellent queen but you are a woman. The former Lord Hand will stop at nothing to make sure that your brother takes the throne instead do you understand me? You must not let him. You must be put together for events like this."