•°The Blackening Crown°• Hotd

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Dragonstone soon appeared in the distance, often Dhaenyria would race their and back with her sister and Aunts, to see who was the faster. Herself or Rhaenyra would usually win. Rhaenyra mostly due to Syrax being younger and swifter, than her Moon Crescent. But now the rocky shores of the isle appeared beneath her, and through the fog that often voated all of the isle, Dragonstone's towers appeared.

Moon Crescent shrieks pierced the air, Caraxes her uncle's dragon responded to the calls. Flying her dragon low in the mist before bursting through over the stairway to the castle. Otto and his men ducked in fright staring at her white beast. Caraxes called to Moon Crescent and her little lady responded back. Dhaenyria flew the dragon around before having her land behind the Lord Hand and his men. Her white beast roared once she landed before lowering her body down. Her golden eyes scanning the men around her before turning to her rider. Dhaenyria's eyes met her uncles and she lowered them quickly, slightly out of breath she unchained herself from the saddle loosing the reigns before climbing down.

The guards quickly moved to the side along with the dragon keepers, bowing as she passed. Dhaenyria kept her head held high as she approached Otto. "What are you doing here, Princess?"

"Preventing bloodshed" her answer was quick.

"Ser Criston, please escort the Princess to safety." Otto hushed doing his best to remove her from the premise. "There is no need. Take care not to startle Moon Crescent my lords she is rather protective of me" she smiled before finally looking upon her uncle, striding forward she began to speak High Valyrian to him.

"My father named me Princess of Dragonstone. This is my castle you are living in Uncle." She smirked at him finally coming to stop infront of him. Daemon eyed her carefully and it gave her skin goosebumps.

"Not until you come of age" Daemon argued.

"You have angered your King"

"I don't see why. This is a day of  celebration. I am to be wed."

Dhaenyria tilted her head quirking an eyebrow. "You already have a wife"

"Not one of my choosing"  Daemon grit his teeth, fiddling with the egg in his gloved hands. Dhaenyria eyed it.

Dhaenyria quirked an eyebrow making mock of his 'troubles' "And this required you, to steal my brother's egg?" 

"You shared your cradle with a dragon when you were born. I want the same for my child"  Daemon leaned in towards her.

"You're to have a child?"  A hint of a smirk ghosted her lips in disbelief.

Daemon glanced to the women beside him before looking back to her. Mysaria, she believed the name to be this was the first time Dhaenyria took much notice of her. She was a  tall slim lyseni beauty with pale white valyrian hair down to her waist part of it was in a bun upon her head. She had pale eyebrows barely there as if they were almost drawn on her forehead and dark calculating eyes, although the glare she gave Daemon was ferocious. The white dress she wore and matching cloak had a low neckline and small cutouts to reveal her shoulders.

"One day" Her uncle answered. Understanding what he said the Lyseni women spun on her heel and stormed back to the castle. Daemon glanced at her as she left. Tiring of the conversation Dhaenyria switched to the common tougue.

"I'm right here, uncle..." her dark purple eyes glazed into Daemon's pale lilac ones. "... the object of your ire... the reason you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir," Dhaenyria took a breath. "You'll need to kill me. So do it. And be done with all this bother." Dhaenyria challenged him she stared back into his eyes and stared back into hers. Not many could stand looking into her eyes for long, Daemon was one of few who could. The air around them felt tense and the men around them held their breath. The gold cloaks Daemon brought with him, and the knights behind her.