『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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"We join today at the Seat of Sea to commit the Lady Laena of House Velaryon to eternal Waters, the dominion of the Merling King, where He will guard her for all the days to come. "
Daenerys watched Baelor as he stood by the coffin. His head was slightly lowered, and he stood a good few paces from his daughters. Baela and Rhaena had grown much since she had last seen them. But children tend to change, and their grown appearances disturbed her far less than that of her son. All joy was vanished from the prince's face, and as much as that was the custom when one mourns his wife's death, the sight was unsettling to see. He wasn't crying, in fact, there was no sign of emotion at all on his face. Just dull resignation. Dull stare at his feet.
"As she sets for her final voyage, the Lady Laena leaves two true-born daughters on the shore."
She lowered her head at the statement before turning to look at her granddaughters again. Baela was in Rhaenys' embrace, while Rhaena held her hand. They were just two little girls who had lost their mother far too soon. As she was once, though she could hardly remember. Her hand instinctively squeezed Daemon's, and he squeezed back, but his look remained forward at something in the distance.
His face was a hard one, and unsurprisingly for Daemon, it had no association with the funeral at all. Otto Hightower was standing on a stone, presumingly strategically far away from him. It didn't go unnoticed to the prince that he wore the Hand pin, and it angered him more so. How the bastard not only escaped alive but also returned to Viserys' court stayed beyond his comprehension. His eyes glanced momentarily to Alyssa, who was either ignoring the sight before her or was too scared to see as she held her son close to her hip.
"Though their mother Will not return from her voyage, they Will all remain bound together in blood."
Daenerys closed her eyes. How Vaemond could have the audacity to speak like that not only at a funeral but also before both Princess Rhaenyra and the King himself was beyond her understanding. Though she resented herself for doing so, she turned her eyes towards Viserys, and for a brief moment, their gazes met. It was one of those eye contacts that sting the eye within. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and despite her attempt to glare, her eyebrows furrowed way softer than they were meant to. He gave her an equal soft sigh, his gaze holding a hint of remorse. But before she gave him much more than he deserved, she adverted her eyes elsewhere, now resting on her eldest daughter.
Visenya stood somewhat further away from them. Beside her stood her husband, whose hand rested on their daughter. Daenerys saw Lyanna once, and even then, she was still a babe. Visenya's eyes met her mother's, and a silent understanding passed between them.
