The Golden Dragon

Chapter I

A pillow flew across the room and there was an outraged cry as feathers flew everywhere.

"Stop it, Dyanna!" Princess Rhaella Targaryen snapped.

"Never!" Her littler sister, Dyanna Targaryen, cried, throwing a silk covered pillow at her sister. Rhaella caught it and frowned at her sister from across the room before narrowing her eyes and throwing the pillow back at her sister with as much force as she could muster. Dyanna yelped, running to the side, barely avoiding the object.

"Come back here!" Rhaella said, running after her little sister with another large pillow in her hands. Dyanna ducked away from her sister and ran behind Rhaella's bed. Her sister jumped on top of it and Dyanna grabbed the carved bed post as she ran to the other side of the bed, her shift whipping around her ankles.

"You've angered the Princess of Westeros, now you shall die!" Rhaella cried, grabbing her sister who fell onto the bed before hitting her with the pillows.

Dyanna held up her arms, laughing at her sister's feeble attempts at hurting her. There was a knock on the door and they both froze before Rhaella jumped off the bed, dropping the pillow as she walked across the feather covered floor.

She pulled it open, revealing a servant. The black haired girl caught sight of the princess's room and gaped.

The covers of the bed had been thrown off the mattress and pillows and feathers were scattered every where. In the middle of it all was Dyanna who was picking small downy feathers out of her hair, grinning like a maniac. The servant shook her head and picked her jaw off the ground. 

"Princess, the king and your parents are wondering where you are. The feast has been going on for some time now."

Rhaella blinked for a second, seeming to have forgotten about such a large event.

"I see," she said. "Tell my father that my sister and I will be there in a moment."

"Yes, princess."

The servant bowed before rushing off. Rhaella shut the door before turning back to her sister who sighed.

"Let me guess, fun time is over?" She nodded and Dyanna hauled herself up from the mattress and brushed off the feathers and straightening, shifting from a little girl to the Princess of Westeros.

The two girls slipped into the gowns that their maids had picked out. Gold for Rhaella and a vibrant blue for Dyanna. As they got dressed Nan pulled Dyanna's hair up, letting half of the girl's silver-gold hair tumble down her back while pulling the other half up into an intricate twist.

The older woman sighed and pulled a feather from Dyanna's hair, tutting as she did so an asked, "Were you girls playing again?"

"Maybe," Dyanna replied and Nan looked at her in the mirror.

"You are almost nineteen, Dyanna," she scolded before turning to Rhaella. "And you, Rhaella are old enough to be a wife to some noble lord. What would this kingdom think if they found out that their two princesses acted like two ten year olds?"

Nan wagging a finger at the both of them as her words went through one ear and out the other. 

"But Nan, it was just a little bit of fun, there's no harm in that!" Rhaella protested, making Nan sigh as she slid a pin into Dyanna's hair.

"Perhaps when you were younger, but now you are both old enough to be married. You must act like women, not little girls."

Dyanna looked up into the mirror. "I'm not ready to be a woman, much less a wife," she murmured. Nan placed a hand on Dyanna's shoulder.