Daella arrived at Driftmark on Hyrne the midnight beast as the singers liked to call him alongside Aegon and Helaena.
There was no way she would be stuck on a boat with her parents and annoying Aemond on a rickety boat for hours. She loved Aemond but he was constantly brooding and sucking all of the happy energy out of the room. Aegon and herself would have chats about how big of a twat he is.
"Come Helaena, we should go meet mother." Daella told her sister, holding her hand.
"Girls, stay with me at all times." Alicent warned her two daughters.
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Vaemond Velaryon spoke at the funeral in High Valyrian to honor the traditions and Daella was thankful that she listened in her High Valyrian lessons. But she wasn't impressed with the allegations he was saying about his nephews who were less aware of the language.
Aegon blew raspberries in boredom, he never was good in these situations, his head was stuck up his own arse. She was bored as well, she wouldn't deny that but when Aegon was making it blatantly obvious, she had to slap his hand. He snapped his head towards her and she faced him, staring him down making his skin crawl in fear.
All of a sudden, her uncle Daemon started to giggle, and she nearly did until she saw the stern look on her mother's face.
Vaemond finished his speech and Laena was given to the sea like a true Velaryon who died a true Targaryen.
Alicent guided her children towards wear the attendants would congregate, fixing little details. Aegon's posture, Aemond's hair, Helaena's cloak and Daella's necklace.
Once they arrived all siblings separated away from their mother.
"Hello uncle." Daella announced as she walked closer to the man.
"Little princess." he smiled as he saw the brunette girl.
"I am taller than Aemond thank you very much." she said sternly.
"Why are you over here Daella?" Daemon asked with a little tilt of his head. She giggled at the prince's silly little actions.
"Well, if you must know, my brothers are twats and mother is stern and father just ignores my entire existence." Daella blabbered.
"What of your nephews?" The rouge prince asked. Daella sighed.
"I will tell you if you help me up onto this ledge." the girl bargained.
He made a massive sarcastic sigh and hoisted her high up in the air causing a squeal to erupt from the girl's mouth. He set her down on the stone and leant against it to her left. The girl grasped his hand and fiddled with his rings, a habit she does frequently.
Alicent watched from afar, noticing the small details that went on between uncle and niece. She couldn't know what to make of it.
Next to her, Viserys watched his brother with his daughter and found it refreshing. He never noticed most things Daella did. He thought he was a good father but seeing her interact with Daemon made him realise how much he missed.
The little things she did, fiddle with rings, pick her nails, twirl and knot her hair. The little things on her clothes. Golden hair pieces with emerald accents to honour her mother. Her golden shoes with a small heel. Golden embroideries of the Targaryen crest lining her dress at her shoulders, waist, end of her flowy sleeves, and at the end of her skirt. He never understood why the bards didn't name her the golden princess.
He was ashamed in himself.
Daella swung her feet back and forth as she told Daemon why she was talking with him and not others her age.
"Well my nephews haven't even looked at me the entire time and I don't want to be a burden to them but sometimes I want people to speak to me like I'm Daella, not princess Daella. Just me." she sighed and leant her head against his shoulder.
"Sometimes I wish I was a boy."
"Why be a boy? Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful girl. Like you." He grinned.
She looked him straight in his eyes and said.
"Beautiful is boring."
"Hand turns loom, spool of green, spool of black, dragons of flesh weaving dragons of thread." Helaena murmured as she let the spider crawl on her hand.
"We have nothing in common." Aegon spoke, watching his sister as he drank his wine.
"She's our sister." Aemond fired.
"You marry her, then."
"I would perform my duty, if mother had only betrothed us."
"If only." Aegon groaned.
"It would strengthen the family. Keep our Valyrian blood pure." Aemond said sternly.
"She's an idiot." Aegon complained as Helaena continued to speak her riddles.
"She's your future Queen."
"We actually do have one thing in common." Aegon led their eyes to their sister who was still laughing with the rogue prince.
"We both fancy creatures with very long legs." He chuckled.
"Wench! Another!" Aegon slurred, catching the attention of the two Targaryen's at the ledge.
"Well, it was lovely to meet you uncle, but i have brother to deal with." Daella smiled as she slid off the wall.
"The same to you Angel." Daemon smiled as he dramatically got to his knee and kissed the back of her hand while she laughed at the silly man.
Daella walked over to her brother then looked to her left to see her cousins. She sighed and walked closer.
"Hello Baela and Rhaena. I'm Daella, and...I am sorry for your loss. I am sure your mother was a marvellous woman and I only wish I could have met her and you two sooner." Daella was given small smiles which disappeared soon after. Daella hugged them both tightly and the two girls hugged her back. Daella broke the hug as she heard her bother's slurs.
"I am sorry, i have to go deal with my moron of a brother." Daella apologised as she kissed both of their cheeks. They both let out a small giggle as they watched the brunette take her brother's goblet of wine away.
Aegon fought against her as he tried to reach it so as a last resort she downed the rest. She wiped her lips then walked away from the stunned boy.
