『 : ̗̀➛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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Maekar sighed as he took in the sight of the mansion on Pentos. It was a grand construction and visually pleasing to the eye, but memories of Laena that haunted the place were heavy on the heart. He reached for his necklace, only to remember he foolishly threw it into the water on the day of her funeral. He cursed himself quietly and then cleared his throat as if nothing had happened.
A sudden roar came from overhead, and he had to jump away, not to be squished by his sister's dragon. Aemma chuckled at his close call and landed gracefully in front of him.
"What are you laughing at?" Maekar retorted in annoyance. "You almost crushed me!" He gave her a gentle punch on her shoulder. If she were Visenya, he might've given her a more forceful one, but Aemma would always be a babe in his eyes, and he treated her as such.
"Oops," said the girl, and she spun on her heels to pat her dragon's side. Morningstar let out a satisfied purr, almost like a cat, then flew away.
Maekar's hand moved to the top of her head, ruffling her golden hair. He wondered if his parents had forgotten how to lecture children these days or if they were just too soft on Aemma.
The girl pushed his hand away. "Don't touch my hair, you pig! Mother braided it."
He smiled as Aemma protested, her pouty eyes staring up at him. "Do you know what mother would say if she heard you calling me that?" He asked with a smirk.
Aemma stuck out her tongue, then smirked as she suddenly got an idea. "Mama! Maekar messed up my hair!" she whined, running towards her mother.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Maekar protested as he chased after the girl. She was as swift as a gazelle, but he managed to catch her around the waist and pick her up, placing her over his shoulder. He ran towards the entrance of the manse with Aemma over her shoulder while the young princess giggled.
"What was that about?" asked Daenerys, watching her children run off as Daemon helped her dismount.
Watching Maekar and Aemma play, Daemon smiled faintly, but with a touch of melancholy. He could see a younger, mischievous version of Viserys chasing him back in King's Landing in more innocent times. "No idea."
Daenerys smoothed out her dress and chuckled lightly.
It was a rare occasion for the air to be filled with such carefree laughter. The sun was setting over the water, casting a warm glow over the scene. The golden hour could make even the most somber moments feel magical, making everyone forget their worries and just enjoy the moment.
Daemon stayed to help Alyssa and Damion down as well, first taking his daughter's hand and then extending it to his grandson. With Damion now in front of him, he picked him up in his arms. It was difficult not to see a younger version of himself in the little tyke. It took nearly every ounce of his strength to not get lost in the past.
