•°The Blackening Crown°• Hotd

▪︎▪︎▪︎Chapter 3 ▪︎▪︎▪︎

The Funeral was held in a field beside the castle near the sea. The roar of the tide below the cliffs and seagulls flying overhead grounded Dhaenyria from her misery. Rhaenyra holds her hand, doing her best to keep her bottom lip from trembling.

Behind them stood Daemon, Rolrai, Naelyra and Rhaegelle. Callebero, a loyal knight in-service to Rolrai stood vigilant beside them upon arrival Dhaenyria had caught his eyes and he gave her a soft smile. She always liked him. Behind them stood the Velaryon's and to the other side stood the hand with his children.

Dhaenyria's eyed the pyre built for her mother and brother. She never got to hold him, he had died before she had awoken the next day.

Boots crunched in the grass behind her, Daemon came to stop behind her whispering in her ear.
"They're waiting for you"

Rhaenyra's voice cracked as she began to speak "I wonder if, during those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness"

"Your father needs you more now than he ever has"  Daemon whispered in High Valyrian "Both of you"

Dhaenyria spoke this time. "We will never be a son"  Her hand tighten around Rhaenyra's and the two step forward looking to their dragons resting upon the hill. Rhaenyra tries to speak but the words get caught in her throat, her eyes search for her father as does her sister's but with no reply, a bitterness rises in Dhaenyria throat she turns spitting the words out.

"Dracarys"

Rhaenyra does the same a moment later. With a look of almost confliction the two sister dragons descend the hill nearing the pyre before setting it alight.

Rhaenyra turns her head not bearing to look upon the flames consuming what was left of their mother and brother. Dhaenyria however does not her eyes stare into the flickering flames, knowing now she and her sister were now alone.

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Olenna walked down the hallway slipping off her cloak and handing it to a maid, her brothers were whispering or more like bickering between eachother.
"What are you two bickering about?"She spun around on her heels, glaring at them.
"Nothing Olenna" Gwayne wa quick to answer straighting up. Hanson on the other hand glared furiously. "Nothing? Is that what you call my great defeat at the hands of Daemon Targaryen!?" His face began to match his red hair and he all but stamped his foot. "And then his cunt of a brother had the audacity to mock me about it!" He snapped.
"Language brother, father hates when we use such words and we are only outside his office doors!" Gwayne chided.

"This? This is what the two of you are speaking about on this woeful day? May the mother have mercy on you both" Olenna hissed, pointing for them to leave the hall and return to their chamber's. Although sh was younger than them at 6 and 10 they 7 and 10 and 9 and 10, Olenna still was able to boss them around, at times. She huffed as they walked by had they no respect the Queen just died for the love of the gods!

Olenna made her way towards her father's door hoping to ask if he would dine with them. However upon making her way to the door Olenna heard whispers, her sister's and her father's voice. She crept closer and leaned against the wall beside the open door.

She heard her sister's voice "-in his chamber's?" Her voice wobbled "I wouldn't know what to say" Olenna's mind spun. Who's chamber's? Where was her father sending Alicent? Why is she afraid?

"Stop that he'll be glad of a visitor" Otto scolded Alicent. Olenna's guess was that she was biting her nails. A nervous habit of Alicent's. Her father's footsteps are heard returning to his desk. Alicent turns to leave. "I thought you might wear one of your mother's dresses" Alicent pauses before continuing. Olenna leans into the shadows of the hall, her eyes following her sister completely unaware she was watching. Olenna grit her teeth before hurrying after her.