Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen

34 • STORM'S END

FIVE MOONS LATER

When Rheanyra's ship ducked at bay of Storm's End, her twin sister, Princess Daenerys Targaryen, now Lady of The Vale was already waiting with her dragon Drogon atop a hill, the beast screeched as the gentle breeze ruffles their silver white hair.

Daenerys gently walked down in her blue dress and white fur coat, glowing with honour and beauty. Rheanyra ran to hug her twin sister with so much delight.

Daenerys chuckles. "The bride to be." She held her shoulders.

"I've missed you Danny." Rheanyra inhales her sweet scent.

"I've missed you more. You look exhausted." Daenerys chuckles, tucking the strands of hair on her twin's face behind her ears. "How's Father?" Daenerys asks.

Rheanyra sighs. "Good, but grumpy
He chased me out to find a husband.... anyways how's Lord Arryn?" She peers at her stomach. "You've given birth? When?"

Danny giggles. "Yes....a sweet boy Eddard Arryn."

Rheanyra embraced her sister. "Oh congratulations sweet sister.... You must bring him to capital."

"I will, one your wedding day." Daenerys enunciated, tickling her twins cheeks.

Ser Criston comes to join them. "Princess Daenerys." He nods curtly.

"Ser Criston, long time no see, thank you for your leal service in protecting my sister." Daenerys offered a smile at the knight.

Rheanyra takes her twins hands as they walked to the carriage. "I'm glad you came to support me Danny. Finding a suitor in the seven kingdoms can be tiring, all of them old and unmindful."

Daenerys taps her twin's hand. "Don't worry. You'll find a perfect match very soon."

Rheanyra scoffs. "Let's hope, if not, I'll swear an oat to the Faith militant and become a Septa."

"Quite remarkable." Daenerys chuckles as they both enter the wheelhouse. "Tell me how's our evil stepmother. I heard she gave birth to twins."

Rheanyra fiddles with her rings, sitting opposite her twin. "Aemond and Dareon....quite handsome... And Aunt Francesa's babe is the prettiest...so adorable."

"Maekar....I heard..... uncle Aenar must be proud to have an heir who'd succeed him, when he's King." Daenerys sat up straight, looking out the window.

Rheanyra hummed."I hope he is.... because with Alicent sons on the line of succession. Uncle Aenar's ascent will be challenged. The Hightowers are greedy, and the Queen is desperate."

"Then Alicent will not be stupid to cross paths with us. Surely she's bitter Francesca will be Queen Consort, and she a Dowager Queen with nothing for her son's to inherit." Daenerys mused. "The Hightowers are doomed to fail."

"Speaking of which, since you left it's being drama upon drama between Alicent and Francesa, both of them are always butting heads at court, vying to be the first lady of the realm... though I think there's more to it... something fishy...."

Daenerys furrows her brows. "Really...why?'

Rheanyra shrugs. "I can't tell.....it's complicated. But I once overheard Alicent's handmaids gossiping one afternoon."

"About what?"

"They were saying aunt Francesa accused Alicent of sleeping with Uncle Aenar..."

Daenerys gaps as the wheelhouse rode on the pathway. "What?!"

"I was shocked as well. The rumour flitted the Red Keep, father almost stripped the Hand from his office.

"What about Alicent?" Daenerys inquired.