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Daena had always been one to wake up before first light. She enjoyed standing at the window, watching as the sun rose. She recalled as children, Ser Morro would take her and Daemion to the shores of Blackwater Bay to watch it from a better view. It was something they had always done together but it ended when Ser Morro died. She missed the man dearly, despite forcing herself not to think about him. It was just another awful thing that happened during her short time alive.
That morning, sunrise had come and past and Daena refused to get out of bed. She knew the moment she did, it would make the day all the more real.
It was her wedding day, after all. Not to mention, the first time in over a fortnight she was allowed to leave her chambers. She heard the King was even attending, refusing to miss the wedding. He claimed it would be as grand as he intended Laenor and Rhaenyra's to be. But they all knew how that turned out.
Viserra was dead by the end of the night and with all the bloodshed and violence that had occurred that night, a new life had come with it. Daena's.
Daena always wondered if it had been a good thing or a bad thing to be born after such an eventful wedding. Daemion had always told her to think of it in a good way. That after everything, something good came out of it.
She now believed it to be otherwise. She was born in a time where everyone intended to be in mourning and yet, they were now responsible for a child.
The maids had practically dragged Daena out of bed upon the queen's orders, refusing her to be late for the wedding breakfast.
They dressed her in a green gown, which Daena knew was done out of spite. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she wanted nothing more than to rip the damn thing off of her. The girl that stood before her was a stranger.
Her hair was styled in the way the queen wore hers. Her dress was the exact image of the ones Alicent wore.
Daena had been known to only wear red and black. Red was her favorite color, after all, and black was done to show loyalty to her family. Her true family.
Despite refusing her grandmother's letters for over a year, Daena couldn't help but admit she missed the lady. She missed all of them. But it didn't change how she felt about what Shaera had done. Marrying Daemon was like declaring war on Alicent and Otto, given it was the latter who forced the king to marry Shaera off so many times. It had been him to tell Viserys of what they had done when Shaera had been just a girl. And it had been him to do the same regarding Rhaenyra and Rhaegon.
