Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken [Aegon Targaryen]

CHAPTER FIVE - THE KING'S PEOPLE

SARELLA ENTERED THE GREAT DINING HALL IN THE CASTLE FOR DINNER LATER THAT NIGHT. She had chosen a gown that was layered with different shades of orange silk, very low cut, cinched by a golden cord at the waist, and fastened at the shoulders with small golden suns. On her neck she wore a necklace of orange and gold, in the shape of a sun with a spear protruding from the bottom. Her hair was let down in her natural curls for what seemed like the first time in forever.

Visenya and Rhaenys sat on either side of the king, and a dark haired man and woman sat together on the opposite side of the table. Once Aegon saw her enter, his lips pulled up into a smirk. "Princess." At the sound of his voice and the smirk on his face, she could not help but smirk back at him.

"Conqueror. Queen Visenya, Queen Rhaenys," she greeted.

"Princess," they each replied, Rhaenys with a smile and Visenya with a nod.

"Princess, this is Lord Orys Baratheon," Aegon introduced his friend, who stood to greet her. Her hand reached out to shake his, but he turned it over to kiss her knuckles.

"Princess," he greeted her, his eyes raking over her brazenly.

"My lord," Sarella replied politely, though holding back her distaste for what this man had done.

"This is my wife, Argella Baratheon," Orys said, nodding to the woman beside him, who stood.

"Lady Argella, it is a pleasure." She shook the woman's hand, much to her husband's surprise. "You are one of the strongest women in the realm, I am glad to meet you."

Orys was confused with her words, at the very least. He sat back down on the bench at the table and silently ate his meal. Sarella did her best not to smirk at the sight.

"And you, Princess." Argella Durrandon showed no signs of what had happened to her. No sign that she had been gagged, chained and naked and delivered to this man's— now her husband's— camp. No sign of how she had been beaten down and humiliated. And for that, she was indeed one of the strongest women in the realm.

When Sarella chanced a glance at Aegon, his brow was raised at her, amused at how she had angered his friend. She simply shrugged her shoulders, as if to say 'he deserved it, and it is true', which it was. He gestured for her to sit, beside Argella and across from Rhaenys, who immediately began a conversation with her.

"So, Sarella, tell me. Is there anyone special back in Dorne?" Her eyes almost rolled at the thought. "What of that man glued to your side when I visited?"

Aegon, who did not seem like the kind for such gossip, looked to be listening. "My brother, Myles," she told Rhaenys, "there is no one."

"A woman has needs, Sarella."

"There are plenty of brothels in Sunspear. With male and female whores." Her eyes shone and a grin pulled on her lips. "As it happens, I enjoy both."