•°The Blackening Crown°• Hotd

▪︎▪︎▪︎Chapter 2▪︎▪︎▪︎

Dhaenyria awoke early the next morning, covered in cold sweat her ears ringing, her heart in her throat. Wiping the sweat from her brow she layed back down, her hand trying to still her heart. It had been a dream that woke her or more of a nightmare. Her mother had gone into labour her screams echoched the halls of the Keep where ever Dhaenyria went. She had followed them, the sounds passing by doors to make her way to the Queens chambers. At every door Dhaenyria would glance in she saw shades of green and long silver hair. There were faint sounds of laughter. It sounded so eerie paired with her mother's groans of pain. Dhaenyria had continued down the hallway at each door she saw something new. People a green banner with a gold dragon hung in one room so much like her own House's banner. Other's had the sounds of dragons growling and snarling at eachother, flickering flames nipped at her through the crack of the open doors. Throughout that time her mother's screams seemed to blend in with another women's both of pain and as the princess opend her mother's doors the screams, so loud, they were deafening, she awoke.

Her breathing soon calmed and Dhaenyria lied still in her bed it was early morning the sun made a soft glow through her canopy curtains. The servents had yet to arrive and wake her. She knew she would not sleep so she only curled into herself hoping the horrible pit in her stomach would leace her.

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Dhaenyria followed her sister up the stairs to the balcony. The Heirs Tourney was about to begin but the two had been late. It was Dhaenyria's fault she knew, she had told her sister of her nightmare. Rhaenyra had brushed it off believeing it was Dhaenyria's worry for their mother that had caused it. And now the two snuck past her Father's men and guests upon the balcony.

"Be Welcome! I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But i promise you will not be disappointed" Viserys announced to the crowd their cheers of delight echoched throughout the tourney grounds. "When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious-" The two sister's quickly ran past the nobles of the front before sitting in their seats at the front. Very unlady like of Dhaenyria she plopped herself on her seat and smoothed out her dress hoping her father wouldn't scold her for her and Rhaenyra's lateness. "-by the news I am happy to share: Queen Aemma has begun her labors!" The crowd cheers again at the news and Dhaenyria hopes her mother luck in the birth and hopes for a healthy brother. The four princesses and two ladys join in on the crowd clapping.

"May the luck of the seven shine on all combatants!" Her father cheers ending his speech.

The Tourney begins and the young Princess notices Rhaegelle lean forward always eager to catch sight of a young handsome knight. Rhaenyra turns her head to catch her father's eye he shakes his head in a show he disapproved of their late arrival. "Not too happy is he?" Olenna asks from the other side of Dhaenyria. "No he isn't" Rhaenyra looks down mad at being caught.  The group watchs the jousting occasionally gossiping. Well, Rhaegelle mostly she has an ear for Gossip. Naelyra however mostly watchs the jousting most likely wishing she may join however unlikely.

Two knights clash against eachother the victor however, Dhaenyria doesn't recognise, nor does Rhaenyra.

"A mystery knight?" She asks although the knight has a sigil none of the princesses recognise it. Ten black spots on a red field. The knight wore bent and beaten old armour. He must be from a lesser house. Dhaenyria mused.

"No, a Cole, of the Stormlands." Alicent corrected remembering her studies. "I never heard of House Cole" Naelyra said thoughtfully.

Boremund Baratheon Lord of Storms End approached the balcony upon his horse, asking his cousin Princess Rhaenys for her favour. While mocking her as 'the Queen who never was'. Ever graceful the black haired proud Princess rose from her seat wishing her cousin luck ignoring the crowds sniggers at the mockery. "I would gladly take it if I thought i needed it" the Baratheon pronounced smugly. Rhaenys smirked at his arrogance.