Dance of The Dragonwolf

Rhaenyra's Rage

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"Why is he here?" Rhaenyra demanded, fuming angrily the moment Ser Criston informed them of the King sailing to Dragonstone.

Aenar still didn't know why the King had decided to sail to Dragonstone, but whatever the case, Rhaenyra was making it way too obvious that she disliked the King. He could see the strange looks she was getting from the lords, especially from Vaemond, and Daemon cleared his throat before addressing them.

"My Lords, it seems our planning needs to be cut short. My brother has decided to come here, and as King of Westeros. We will greet him in the most welcoming way possible. We can talk about our plan later. Lord Corlys." Daemon said, but more like ordering them as he gave Lord Velayron a look.

The Sea Snake nodded in understanding before motioning for the rest to follow him outside. Aenar exchanged pleasantries with them as they walked out of the chamber. Many tried to greet Rhaenyra, but the Princess ignored all of them and acted as if they didn't exist.

Aenar sighed, knowing he would need to have a talk with her once this was all over. The lords walked out one after the other, and Daemon quickly called for the Head of Servants to come to their chamber.

As his father talked with the Head of the Servants, making it clear to prepare everyone, Aenar grabbed the Princess by her wrist and dragged her to the end of the chamber.

"Rhaenyra. I know you are not happy that your father is coming here, but you need to keep your emotions to yourself and not make it obvious to everyone here that you are not on good terms with your father." Aenar felt like he was scolding Arya all over again whenever she thought of doing something inappropriate or stupid.

"My father betrayed me, she betrayed Muna!!" She screamed the last part, glaring at him for a brief moment, but Aenar wasn't afraid of her wrath, and he knew she was reflecting her anger on him. "He..." she swallowed thickly, her eyes red with unshed tears. "He...betrayed us. I. Don't. Want to see him again." She spoke the words with venom, glaring at him.

"I understand, Nyra, but you need to keep your emotions to yourself. You saw they all looked at you, especially Lord Vaemond. Your words can and will be used against you, Nyra. I'm not saying you shouldn't be angry, but try to be more discreet about it." Aenar advised her. It was not the first time he had given this advice to her, and he would give it again until she understood and knew saying too much was too much.

But Rhaenyra huffed, freeing her wrist from his hand, turning on her heels, and walking out of the chamber, leaving Aenar by himself.

He sighed resignedly before turning around, his eyes looking down at the painted table. He walked up to it, his hand landing on Winterfell. His eyes roamed around the many names on this side of the table; his eyes looked at 'The Wall' name before looking back at Winterfell.