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[lcveblossomed]

Daenys is brooding. It's not uncommon for her she had been labeled with the term brat and seen as the forever petulant child. Even now when she thinks she has matured and grown most people roll their eyes and move on. So she usually never vocalizes what she is feeling as she knows no one will believe her. Still, she trusts Gael enough to at least try. If she is dismissed again well then that's one more person she cannot talk to on a long list.

"Are you ever...jealous?" She asks before glancing over. "Not of things but of people. Like you see their happiness and their love and you just want to take it for yourself? Sometimes I wonder why some people get many chances to be happy and others get none. Do the Gods decide before we are born who will be miserable and alone?"

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[dimeremantiro]

"...Ravens aren't enough." Jeyne replied, sadly. "...Where are the dragons going? Is it far?" She felt like a child, asking so vaguely, but the painted table had been the first time she had seen a country-wide map. It was almost dizzying. Gods, the world was so big. She had never left the capital before Mysaria stole her away.

All Jeyne wanted was to be a mother, to dress herself and listen to songs and to attend public plays in the park, and if she dreamed more, it was to save enough to retire and not put that big of a strain on her son... to live.

Now she can see cities from skies above, so far up that people are not visible. Her son will have the same right. Her sweet boy, child of Daemon, bonded with a Dragon when Rhaenyra's youngest still is not... Best to learn as much as she can. She had once heard Dragons are part of the rider's soul. Cedric would not live to see a part of his soul ripped away. She did her best not to think about it.

"Wherever dragons go, it will come to fights." On some level everyone says laws protect envoys, but if Jeyne were a prince she would not respect it. "Who was chosen? Are the princes going?" Are you going? Gael made her feel safest out of all the riders she had met. Jeyne worried for her son and herself, and didn't want to see her go away.

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❛ Hope is the fool’s ally. ❜ -- From Jeyne!

AND YET HOPE THEY MUST, FOR ALL WILL BE LOST SHOULD THEY FALTER. Her half-brother's theft of her sister's throne cannot be left unanswered for, their father left to rot in his bed cannot be left unanswered for. The Lords of the Realm must answer the call of their rightful Queen.

(They are but cousins in truth but Gael loves Rhaenyra as fiercely as she loves Sybelle, as she loves Jeyne; As she loved Viserys despite his failures.)

"Envoys must be sent, regardless of how foolish it may seem." For it is not just her sister and her nephews' who's lives will be forfeit should they fail - should Viserys' word be upheld, it will be Gael and her children next to fall upon the usurper's ire; Heirs of Riverrun they may be, but should Rhaenyra and her children fall, they will be next in line for the throne after her.

"Dragons may be the quickest and most effective way to suss out our allies."

[soulatsiege]

It was stupid of them to blame him, yet here he was. He did not fear for his life, but who knew what he'd go through next. Better him than his idiot brothers, at least. Neither would handle it well. The moment the king's death was found, he was barred to leave, and the death of the bastard boy sent him to the darks beneath the castle. He had managed to break the nose of the man in charge of sending for him, but not more so his small retinue managed to remain alive. Not that they were brought down to the dungeons

"Reconsidered why? Did I lie? No. You curse the way I say things, but all I did was warn you, though none of you deserved it. You are all cossetted babes who think of blood and war as something that only hurts the walking man! Well, now you have felt it and will soon feel it again." Venom dripped of his voice, thick as always.

Stannis couldn't assure what killed Lucerys Waters, but he did know that though the distance was short, it would not be a pleasure flight. If the Blacks had been cleverer, they would have sent a ship with him. By the time it was to be spotted very little could be done to it, and guest right would bound Borros and his daughters to protect their retinue. Not even Robert would be able to do anything about it.

"Storms are wind above as well as tides. The boy's size was about the size of a horse. Why on earth would you lot send him? He's dead more for your doing than anything else. Queen Rhaenyra will find a way to punish whoever she wants as an excuse to raise her ugly banners, and will sob in front of crowds when the rest of her bastard children fall off their coddled nest and die as well. You know how to right this, but you won't." Not even Kings are above the law. Right the crown to Rhaenys, and all other claims become small. Avoid the soon-to-come war, Stannis had said over and over, but none did listen, and now the die may already be cast.

Oh well, better for the realm if these porcelain totems with crowns, playing at be queen or king, killed each other. Perhaps he should simply focus on going back to Sely, to his daughter, to Davos and Melissandre. But how hard it was to just let so many idiots be so wrong...

"Your own boy will die as well." He added, sounding almost disinterested. The Riverlands were the centre of all wars, Riverrun not one of the great hosts of the realm, and its terrain treacherous and impossible to plan in advance for all the changes weather and mud could bring to horses. Some blamed gods, but Stannis did not believe in them. Demons and spirits and curses aplenty walked the land because of the amount of bloodshed within. They were a symptom, not the cause. He smirked. He did that rarely. It was an ugly sight. "But of course, you are not flying to your household, are you? Are you at least going to send for him?"

HER FATHER IS DEAD AND THE TRAITORS UNDER THE HIGHTOWER BANNER SEEM DETERMINED TO MAKE THE REALM BLEED FOR IT. Her father's body left to rot in his bed, her nephew's scattered to the very seas his grandsire worships with naught to burn as is tradition. Lord Stannis' arrival seemed ill timed and his words and manner even worse in the face of her sister's grief, for it had been his kin that forsworn their oaths and let a boy of four-and-ten be chased into a storm by the bohemeth known as Vhagar.

"I hope your cell is to your liking, my Lord, and your words reconsidered." She sweeps into Dragonstone's dungeons, rider leathers sitting expectantly on her frame. (Baela cannot be asked to watch alone, nor can she cover all the territory at once. Gael had offered Vermithor's services as lookout to ease the load.)

"You've found yourself in quite the situation, have you not?"

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[lcveblossomed]

Daenys scoffs turning to look away as her sister speaks. The blood of the dragon meant they had to be exactly what everyone assumed a Targaryen was. No anger or you were mad like Maegor. No sadness, no jealousy, and no real feelings. You had to be an ornament to society a perfect thing for the masses to ogle at. She was labeled the spoiled princess before she could even do anything to earn the title. Now she just played into it because it was going to happen anyway. It was frustrating and more often than not she wished she was born to any other house so it was not her life.

"Yes, you have your husband and your family far away so you could not be there. Rhaenyra pretended to care until she had children of her own then I was just pushed aside." She says as her nails dig into her palms. She knew it wasn't fair to say that Rhaenyra had taken Daenys with her when she moved to Dragonstone. Still, she had felt pushed aside as Rhaenyra to continued to have children and fuss after them like she used to do after Daenys.

Now Daenys was just stuck no one cared to find her a match because if she was gone they would not have her large fearsome dragon. "Yet you all have families and happy lives while I am left to find my happiness on my own." She looks down at the ground and goes quiet. She wraps her arms around her middle as she tries to figure out what to say next. "I just want to be loved. I... I have done things to find love. Things I should not I...."

SHE HAS BEEN A POOR SISTER OF LATE. Time and duties have kept her seperated from her sisters in the keep these days, Lord Grover an ever-annoying thorn in her side at all hours, demanding yet more heirs of Riverrun, as if the Lord of her husband's House may order a Princess of the Blood. Elmo and her had both agreed that more children would grace their halls when the time was right. (Though with tensions growing amongst the factions of her father's Court, there may not be a right time, not with war on the horizon.)

"Some would say it is beneath the Blood of the Dragon to feel jealous others but it is only natural, Daenys." Who takes care of her hāedar while Rhaenyra and Alicent lock horns, and their kepa loses more hair and extremities with each visit home. She has only stories of their mother to get by and mentions of their mother have grown scarce under the green Queen Consort's influence. (As if little Alicent Hightower could be half the Queen their mother was.)

"What has brought these thoughts upon you, ñuha zaldrītsos? You are my sister, my hāedar. I have loved you from the moment muña first let us see you in your cradle." Gael had been all but 10 when their father's latest attempt at his long sought for son had born a healthy daughter instead, a joyous occasion amidst many losses. In many ways, Daenys had prepared her for own babes.