The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Ninty-Four

The letter hung on Daemion's desk, the seal broken as he stood by his desk thinking.

Rhaena held Vaella in her arms as the infant peacefully and silently slept in her mother's arms. "I have been thinking, darling." Rhaena spoke calmly.

"Of what?" Daemion asked calmly.

"Of my father, Viserys, Queen Visenya... All the beautiful souls that had been gone for so very long." Rhaena asked calmly. "Do you ever think about them?"

Daemion looked at her.

"Every time when I close my eyes I hear Viserys's laughter. I hear your father's sweet voice when he sang when the music was played. I feel my grandmother's hand atop my head. I feel my Father's hand on my shoulder... And wonder when all these years passed." Daemion answered softly. "But I know the truth. I know those who love us never truly leave us."

"Viserys loved you." Rhaena spoke softly as the word Love hung in the air...'

Daemion looked at her calmly with his deep violet eyes. He looked for a friend's love. A cousin's love. A brother's... yet all there was in Rhaena's eyes, were the words of an unspoken love.

Something Daemion was no stranger to.

"Did he?" Daemion asked calmly as he looked at his wife.

Rhaena only calmly nodded.

Daemion did not know what to say.

Viserys was his dearest friend durign their youth, the only cousin that was close to him in age. They played through the day and trained with sword through the night. They stole jam and honey from kitchen, laughed and hid away together...

But in feasts, Daemion's youthful eyes was on Rhaena, not Viserys.

A part of pained him that he did not know, another part pained him that he could not love Viserys as he was loved by him in the end, but he was older now, and perhaps a bit wiser, and he knew Viserys was not the one for him.

It was the woman who sat on their bed. The woman Daemion missed every night when he slept and smield as they were reunited in the morning when he woke up. The woman who made him a father. The one whose lips was Daemion's wine that he could get drunk on, and a face he could look at for hours and not tire of the sight.

Just as Amethyst...

When had it all happened?

When did he get so old?

It was only yesterday that he danced with Amethyst through the night when he and she were seventeen. It was only last night when he learned his father was gone. It was that morning when he learned he was a father. It was that noon when he lost Aerea. It was that afternoon when he had become a grandfather...

And now... In the twilight of his life, at the age of forty-six, he had witness many great and some weighty and painful events. After all that toil, he deserved a bit of a rest...

But the time for rest was far away, and he did not know why, but he knew it was.

"My uncle is unhappy for he hasn't had the chance to spend more time with his grandson Corlys. The little lad is six years of age but yet have seen so little of my uncle that he barely knows his name and he hardly he spends time with his infant sister, Aelyse." Rhaena spoke calmly once again, breaking Daemion out of his thoughts.

"I was not aware Corwyn had sired a baby girl." Daemion said calmly.

"That he has. A small girl. Born seven months older than our Vaella. It was during the time of our disagreement, so it is natural you were not aware, my darling." Rhaena said calmly