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112 AC
The most beautiful girl in the world , The King said. And all had agreed wholeheartedly.
When Daenerys Targaryen, fourth child and second daughter of Queen Alicent Hightower and King Viserys I was born, all present in the birthing room gasped as the squalling infant slipped out of her mother. It could not be denied that even then, covered in blood and matter, that she was the most beautiful infant the realm had ever seen. When the babe was presented to Viserys, the monarch was rendered speechless, staring at his newborn daughter in awe. Alicent took advantage of his lack of words–the Seven could strike her down if they so pleased, for she was not having a daughter of hers named Aemma.
“Her name is Daenerys, husband,” Alicent had said sweetly.
Viserys was shaken out of his temporary muteness. Though disappointed at the lost opportunity, the King soon nodded. The babe was silent in his arms, staring at him with the loveliest shade of light purple. “Yes, yes. Daenerys, sweet Daenerys. A beautiful name for the most beautiful girl in the world.” And to Alicent’s surprise,Viserys bent down to kiss the child’s forehead, before gently placing her in Alicent’s arms.
“This calls for a feast! A tourney for the birth of Princess Daenerys,” Viserys declared joyously. “My daughter’s beauty is a blessing from the gods!”
All nodded and hastily scrambled to comply. Otto Hightower loomed from behind the King–undoubtedly pleased at having one of his grandchildren be favoured by Viserys–and he bowed before he left to make the arrangements.
Alicent looked down at her daughter. She couldn’t help sucking in a sharp breath every time she saw Daenerys and she doubted she ever would stop. Daenerys’ eyes locked with her mother’s, and the Queen was astounded at how knowing they looked.
She sighed. At least Viserys acknowledged this child; if only he’d do the same for the other children she has birthed him. Though all saw Daenerys’ beauty as a blessing, Alicent could not help but think it could quite easily turn into a curse. She shuddered to think of the chaos that would unfold as the child flowered and reached womanhood. Wars have been fought for less, after all.
Daenerys continued to stare at her, as if studying her features. Alicent smiled fondly at the child.
“You must be hungry, my sweet Dany,” Alicent cooed, before pulling her shift down to bare a breast. If Alicent had been any more observant, she’d have noticed the look of sheer horror on the babe’s face.
And thus was Princess Daenerys Targaryen’s–once known as the Veela witch Gabrielle Delacour–introduction to Westeros.
“Princess Daenerys!”
Gabrielle– no, that wasn’t her name anymore –Daenerys picked up her silken skirts and dashed down the winding corridors of the Red Keep, giggling as she escaped her horrid septa. She’d still not truly made peace with the fact that she was no longer Gabrielle Delacour. When she breathed her last, surrounded by her children and grandchildren, Gabrielle had expected to see Fleur and her parents again, but by Merlin’s beard Fate was a nasty bitch. Now, she has returned to her eight-year-old body in a world that’s even worse than her last. A world stuck in the mediaeval era with no signs of progression and filled with sexist bastards. The only upside she’d found was that dragons were rideable here and she’d been born into the one of the only families with the magic blood needed to ride said dragons. Though she may be dragonless for now, the fact that she still had her magic soothed her.
Thankfully, her wand, made out of ebony with dragon heartstring at its core–which proved contrary to her Veela heritage and ironic since Fleur was the combatant in the family–had followed her into the next life, appearing beneath her pillow when she was but three name-days.
She shook her head. Her main priority was to escape Septa Unella.
Daenerys turned the corner and slammed into a pair of legs. She stumbled back, catching herself before she fell on her butt. Tilting her head up, she locked eyes with her oldest brother Aegon, whose eyes widened before giving her a smirk.
“Egg!” Daenerys squealed, barely reaching to hug his waist.
“Sweet, fair Dany,” Aegon said, stroking her white-gold locks. “Lovelier and lovelier it seems. But you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? Running from your septa again?”
Affecting a childish pout as best she could, Daenerys crossed her arms.
“She’s a miserable old bat-” Aegon snorted. “I know my letters and my histories. All she gripes about are courtly manners and sewing of all things! There’s nothing else she can teach me. I want to join lessons with the Maester with you and Aemond!”
“Nothing will please me more. At least with you there, I shan’t be falling asleep any time soon. But you know Mother will never allow it; Maesters are for sons and Septas for daughters.”
At this, Daenerys veritably fumed. Damn this patriarchal Muggle nonsense! It was times like these that she missed her mother and sister; Apolline and Fleur wouldn’t stand for this. Alas, the devout Alicent was her mother now and Helaena was too preoccupied with portents and dreams to pay attention to the waking world. She was about to retort when she heard the tell-tale stomps of her septa’s sandals coming closer and closer.
She gripped Aegon’s arm in a panic. Although in her previous life she’d trained to be a Mediwitch and her Legilimency skills would never be at Dumbledore or Snape’s level, it was just so easy here with everyone practically screaming what they thought. She locked eyes with him and knew.
“You’re going to the Dragonpit, aren’t you?”
Aegon blinked. “How do you–”
“Come on, Egg! Take me with you, please?” Daenerys shot him a pleading look, her Veela allure in full effect. As expected, Aegon crumbled beneath the full weight of her watery eyes.
“Fine! But what if–”
Daenerys huffed as she pulled Aegon along, the older boy taking the lead and leading them down a secret passageway. “Mer–By the Seven, Egg, you’re the Prince! What’s the point of being a prince if you’re not going to use it to the fullest?”
She heard Aegon sigh as they continued down the passageway and away from the detestable Septa Unella. “You’re trouble, hāedar.”
Daenerys only hummed knowingly as they squeezed through a narrow corridor. “You just don’t want to admit I’m right, lēkia.” The two siblings said nothing more as they weaved through Maegor’s tunnels. Daenerys did her best in keeping her white silk skirts chased with gold from getting dirty, but as they emerged near the front entrance of the Red Keep, she frowned when she saw dust coating the hem.
“Head down, sister,” Aegon ordered and pulled her into his side. Daenerys groaned in irritation, holding onto his arm as he shielded her face from those around her. They didn’t need any more eyes on them than they already do with Aegon around. It seemed they were doing a poor job of it, judging by the sharp gasps and abrupt ceasing of conversation. Aegon merely hastened his pace, dragging Dany along to the awaiting wheelhouse bound for The Dragonpit.
She heard the door open and a pair of boots greeted her briefly.
“There you are. Where were–” As soon as she climbed in and plopped herself onto one of the cushions, Dany shot a beaming smile at Aemond, who blinked stupidly before shaking his head. “Dany? Aegon, she’s not supposed to come with us. Mother will have our hide!”
Aegon merely shut the door in lieu of answering. The wheelhouse began to move at a torturous pace, making Dany yearn for a broom. But she looked at Aemond and put on a sad pout.
“But aren’t you happy to see me, Aems?”
Two pink spots appeared on Aemond’s cheeks as he looked down at his lap. “It’s not that and you know it.” Then he said the next few words beneath his breath. “You shouldn’t be around those bastards. ”
Ah. Daenerys tilted her head as she regarded her older brother. “Jace and Luke will be there?” At Aemond’s sullen nod, Dany sighed. She rarely if ever saw or interacted with her older half-sister Rhaenyra, but when she heard that Viserys had named her his heir, she was quite excited. A Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, not simply a Queen Consort. But her excitement quickly died the moment she saw Jacaerys and Lucerys; it was clear they looked nothing like Laenor. Anyone with a pair of eyes could tell Harwin Strong was their father, and the Crown Princess keeping him around wasn’t helping with the rumours. It had filled Dany with rage. Normally, she wouldn’t care but Rhaenyra wasn’t just any woman. She was to be the first woman to rule in her own right, for Merlin’s sake, and she was proving everyone right why a woman shouldn’t sit the throne. Rhaenyra was squandering a golden opportunity to turn things over for women in Westeros and she was utterly blind to it. In truth, Dany would have loved to support Rhaenyra’s claim–if only the woman in question wasn’t so spoiled, irresponsible and politically inept.
Shrugging her shoulders, Dany smiled. “Well I didn’t come along for them. I came for you, Aems.” Aemond blushed harder–he really was a sweet boy, Dany thought, reminding her of her grandson Jacques.
A loud scoff came from her side. She turned to find Aegon frowning at Aemond, an unreadable look in his eyes. “He doesn’t even have a dragon and likely won’t any time soon.”
Aemond growled, as if ready to claw Aegon’s eyes out. “I don’t have a dragon either,” Dany cut in, she lifted her chin petulantly. “And why do you keep picking on Aemond, anyway? It’s getting old.” And with that, Dany stood up to sit beside Aemond. She took one of his hands into hers, before grinning brightly. “Don’t mind him, Aems. Today might be the day you claim a dragon of your own and I want to be there when you do!”
“There’s none sweeter in the world than you, sister,” Aemond replied, smiling and duly ignoring Aegon’s poisonous glare. “Mayhaps I shall see you claim your dragon as well,”
“I shouldn’t think so.”
Aegon looked at her quizzically. “Why not?”
“None of them call to me,” she said simply.
Her eldest brother groaned, covering his eyes as he leaned against the cushions. “Ugh, please don’t, you sound like Helaena,”
“Helaena’s wiser than any of us put together,” Dany retorted, swinging her– annoyingly– short legs.
Aemond nodded in approval. “Well put, hāedar, ”
Aegon groaned again and the rest of the journey was spent in silence. Dany scrunched her nose as they made their way through the city and towards Rhaenys’ Hill. The stink of animal dung and human refuse ceased all the drowsiness she felt as the wheelhouse swayed and rumbled. I left my scented handkerchief when I ran from the septa! She held on a little longer before she found it unbearable, swinging her thick locks over her shoulder and pressed it to her nose. Her brothers stared at her but she couldn’t care less. The scent of jasmines and honey filled her nose. She sighed in relief, ignoring her siblings’ gaze to stare out the window, sadly looking out at the state of King’s Landing’s inhabitants. Dany ached for the comforts of the modern world when she was Gabrielle, and how it was available to all by the time she died. To see the smallfolk so wretched–perhaps even worse than the state of those in war-torn countries on Earth–was not something she was used to. But she was a Princess of the Realm now, and mayhaps once she was older, she could use whatever power she had to help.
For now, all she could do was wait.
Dany stood beside her brothers and little Lucerys Velaryon as Jacaerys’ dragon Vermax was brought out. All had turned to gasp and stare at her, of how her radiant skin glowed and her hair was of burnished silvery-gold. Six-year-old Jace had turned as red as a lobster when he saw she was present, surprise and mortification evident on his face. The boy had swiftly faced ahead after Aegon and Aemond sneered at him for staring too long.
Aegon yawned extravagantly as Jace yelled out Valyrian commands at his olive green dragon. Dany saw the look of jealousy in Aemond’s eyes before she reached over to twine their fingers together. She felt him squeeze her hand in thanks.
Looking around her, she could not say she much liked or approved of the Dragonpit. Hagrid would have had a conniption if he’d seen the way the Targaryens raised and tended to their dragons. Chaining and housing them in a confined space would only hamper their growth. After all, a tree can only flourish as far as its environment allows. How could they not realise that behemoths like Balerion and Vhagar had grown the size they are because they weren’t confined to the Dragonpit? Dragons belong in the sky, Dany thought, gazing sadly at the chains around Vermax’s clawed feet. Not to languish underground where the sun doesn’t reach. The day she claimed her dragon, she vowed to never betray their trust by allowing the dragonkeepers to take them away.
It was Aegon’s voice that drew her away from her musings. Vermax was gobbling heartily on the sheep he’d just roasted, Jace walking away from his dragon as the dragonkeepers herded the beast away.
“Aemond, we have a surprise for you.”
I don’t like the sound of that. Dany’s pale, lilac eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Egg…” she said warningly. If this was another cruel prank on Aemond, she’ll hex him.
Lucerys shot a nervous look Dany’s way. Jace had scampered off in some direction she could hardly remember. “Uh, Aegon, I don’t think this is going to work–”
“We felt bad that you don’t have a dragon,” Aegon commiserated, one hand on his brother’s back. “So we found one for you.”
“A dragon? How?”
“Dear brother, the Gods provide!” Aegon declared grandly, arms thrusting out above him.
“Aegon!” Dany growled, and as soon as she heard a pig’s screech she knew she’d be hexing him before the end of the night.
“Behold! The Pink Dread!” A fat pig with paper wings stuck on its back emerged from one of the tunnels, snorting and squealing as Jace urged it forward. Aegon and the Velaryon boys cackled with glee. Her maternal instincts reared, and Dany rushed to Aemond’s side, slipping her arm into his. Aegon’s laughter died soon after.
“Well, brother? Nephews? Is there another pig you have trussed up with wings waiting in the shadows for me to claim?” Dany murmured venomously. Gabrielle had had three children of her own and five grandchildren. She wouldn’t have hesitated in disciplining these wayward children, but unfortunately Dany is but an eight-year-old girl. “After all, Aemond’s not the only one without a dragon.”
At their silence, she grew ever more irate–particularly at Aegon. “I see. This was planned, wasn’t it? A cruel jape meant only for Aemond, but none of you expected his equally dragonless sister to come along, now, did you?”
“ Hāedar…” Aegon began. Jace and Luke wore twin looks of embarrassment. She suspected Jace had a crush on her judging by how hurt he looked–unfortunately, all her sympathies were with Aemond.
“Aemond and I are returning to the Red Keep. Don’t bother joining us in the wheelhouse. Hop on Sunfyre and fly back to the keep, or get on a horse, walk…I don’t care.” She turned to Aemond. “Come along, lēkia. We’ll come back so you can claim a dragon another time.”
Unbeknownst to a fuming Dany, Aemond turned his head and shot a triumphant smirk at his older brother, a noticeable spring in his step all the way out of the Dragonpit.
The moment she glimpsed Ser Criston Cole standing by the entrance, she knew her mother had found out where she went. She was unsure of what to make of Ser Cole; he’d soiled his white cloak more than most. Dany knew he hated Rhaenyra for spurning him, but this was again another one of her half-sister’s mistakes–alas, that seemed to be one of Rhaenyra’s specialties. But she also knew that he was unflinchingly loyal to Queen Alicent as a result, and as long as he was so, Dany could afford to maintain a cordial relationship with the Kingsguard.
“Your Graces,” Criston bowed as they alighted from the carriage, a sharp intake of breath when he saw her. He paused and narrowed his gaze when only two of them appeared. “Where is Prince Aegon?”
“Still at the Dragonpit. Worry not, Ser Cole, Jace and Luke are still with him. I suspect he’ll return with them.” Daenerys replied curtly, still annoyed at her eldest brother. Cole seemed to have noticed and wisely did not probe further. “Is my mother waiting for me?”
“Aye, she is. I’ll escort the both of you to the Queen’s solar.”
Dany twisted her fingers nervously as she walked into the keep. “And how is she?”
Cole seemed amused. “As her sworn shield, I’m not at liberty to divulge the Queen’s secrets.”
Silence prevailed as they walked further into the keep. Dany ignored the bows and shuddering breaths as they passed by. “Mad?”
“Oh, fuming.”
Her small shoulders slumped dejectedly, though she quickly straightened herself the closer they got to her mother’s solar. Ser Criston announced their arrival and her mother immediately stood up while Helaena remained, mumbling to herself quietly by the fireplace and staring intently at the millipede in her hands. Queen Alicent was undoubtedly a lovely creature, with her auburn hair unbound in thick waves down her back. Her dark velvet green dress had a high collar, with the seven-pointed star pinned to the collarbone area and long sleeves lined with gold stitching. Her pretty features were twisted in frustration, irritation and worry all at once.
“Daenerys!” Alicent cried, marching over to her, eyes scanning her from head to toe. She frowned at the dust coating her skirts and sighed tiredly. “This is the third time in a fortnight that you’ve escaped your lessons with Septa Unella! And off to the Dragonpit? How in the Seven did you manage that?”
“Aegon,” Dany chirped innocently.
Alicent huffed. “I will have words with that boy.”
“It’s a good thing I came along, Mother. Aegon, Jace and Luke were bullying Aems again.”
At this, Alicent’s head snapped to Aemond. “You went to the Dragonpit again? I told you not to go there, it’s too dangerous!”
“They gave me a pig!” Aemond gritted out, purple eyes glassy. “They said they found a dragon for me–”
“–the last ring has no legs at all.”
“–The Pink Dread, they called it.”
The Queen stared into her son’s eyes, pulling both of his hands to hers. “Aemond. You will have a dragon one day, I am sure of it.”
“He will have to close an eye,” Helaena’s lilting whisper drew Dany’s attention. Although everyone dismissed Helaena’s mumblings as a sign of madness, Dany knew the girl was a Seer. Aemond was kind to their sister, but he too, didn’t pay much mind to it. If Helaena had been trained in Divination at Beauxbatons, Dany would bet her wand that she’d be able to sift through the haze and clarify her portents. But in any case, Dany had noted all of her sister’s prophecies in her mind to interpret later. Though this one seemed the most sensical thing she’d said ever.
Dany rushed over to her sister as Alicent was still busy soothing Aemond. She sat beside her sister, careful not to surprise her. “Will Aemond lose an eye?” Dany whispered, watching as Helaena skilfully manoeuvred the millipede round her fingers. Dany wasn’t too bothered by insects–unlike the soft, tittering ladies that pretended they liked her sweet sister–due to Acromantulas and the like in her previous life, and was unbothered when Helaena moved closer to show her.
Helaena stopped. She slowly looked up–the only person unbothered by her beauty, which Dany appreciated– and nodded. Dany sucked in a sharp breath. The poor boy.
“Is there any way to stop it?”
“I don't know,” she whispered back, “but you know how desperate Aemond is for a dragon of his own.”
Dany stared into the fire, her wand feeling hot against her bare leg from where she slid it into the strap of her stocking. “All the more I’d have to stay by his side.”
Helaena smiled, before her eyes turned hazy. “You must bow ‘fore Death in order to conquer it.”
Dany blinked, storing it into her mind for later. Her sister’s eyes turned clear and returned to her insect. “Aegon wants you, sister.” Cocking a perfectly shaped brow, Dany leaned closer.
“Wants me? For what?”
Helaena giggled at her naivety. “You know Mother and Grandsire have betrothed Aegon and I.” Dany shuddered in disgust at that. “But he wants you. ” Understanding hit Dany and she winced. Purebloods wed close cousins all the time, but siblings were where one draws the line. Of course, the House of Gaunt definitely crossed the line and look what happened to them. Although Dany did wonder why all the Targaryens managed to avoid the physical deficiencies usually associated with generations of incest. They couldn’t avoid madness in all its forms, if one were to judge Aenys and Maegor, but she suspected the Valyrian magic within their blood protected them.
“I’m eight. ”
“Aye, but you’re not really, are you?” Dany started in surprise, pursing her lips; her sister was more talented than most, certainly [not like that hack Trelawney]. Helaena continued, ignorant of the turmoil she left her younger sister in. “And everyone knows you’ll grow to be the most beautiful woman in the world. Even now, all stop and stare to behold you.” This time it was Helaena who leaned closer. “Who better to be Queen?”
Dany rolled her eyes. “Don’t jest, Hel. I don’t want to be Queen. Anyway, you’ll be a better Queen than Rhaenyra ever could.”
“I agree,” Dany and Helaena turned to see their mother smiling approvingly as she took her seat beside them. She then lowered her voice. “But do not speak of this where all could hear, for even the walls have ears.”
“Yes, Mother,” the girls said in tandem.
“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you abandoning your lessons with your septa, Daenerys. This cannot go on.”
Dany pouted, but before she could protest, Alicent quickly cut in. “We’ll soon have to travel, my dears. Your uncle Daemon’s wife, Lady Laena, has died. We’re to journey to Driftmark for her funeral.”
As the castle was abuzz with preparations to leave for Driftmark, Dany quickly cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself and headed to Aegon’s chambers. She wasn’t about to go back on her word on hexing Aegon for what he did to Aemond. But as she neared his door, she stiffened when she heard her mother’s voice as it rose in pitch, to the point where she could make out the words from where she stood.
“–you are the challenge, Aegon! Simply by living and breathing! Everyone knows in their blood that you are the firstborn son and as such, you will be our King!” Dany winced. Her mother loved her children, but she wasn’t kind to Aegon. Must she resolve every familial tie within her family? Would she have to mother her siblings seeing that Alicent couldn’t and wouldn’t understand hers? Dany sighed. Alicent became a mother too young and obviously unprepared, such is the way of this world…and that of the unfeeling Otto Hightower. Therapy would count for something here, Dany thought, as she fingered her wand.
“Then I’ll do as you ask,” Aegon replied, surprising her with his steely tone.
Alicent sighed in relief. “That’s all I want–”
“ If you give me Dany,”
At this, Dany held her breath. What Helaena says is true. She could hear that her mother was in shock as well, as if digesting what Aegon was demanding of her. “Give me Dany to wed, Mother,” Aegon repeated firmly. “Break my betrothal to Helaena and make Dany my Queen.”
“No.”
“What? Why not–”
“Helaena is older than Daenerys. As such, you will do your duty and honour her. We cannot bypass Helaena.”
“Just give Helaena to Aemond! That twat will do his duty–”
“And so must you!” Alicent screeched. “You will marry Helaena and that is the end of it. Aemond will marry Daenerys once she flowers and Daeron will marry a lady from a Great House. All must do their duty. Now get dressed!” Without waiting for Aegon to retort, Alicent stormed out of the room, missing Dany by a hair’s breadth. Dany waited until her mother’s skirts disappeared as she turned down the corridor, before undoing the charm and slipping into Aegon’s room.
“Egg!” When she saw the tear tracks leaking from his eyes, she demurred. She wasn’t so willing to hex him now.
Aegon wiped his cheeks, looking up and gasping. “Dany? What are you doing here?”
“I came to check on you. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, darling sister,” Aegon replied, attempting to calm himself. He hesitantly met her eyes. “Did you hear?” At Dany’s slow nod, a furious blush rose on his cheeks and he looked away.
Dany walked over and sat beside him on the bed. She took his hand in hers as a form of comfort.
“Thought you were angry with me,”
“Oh I am, just don’t do it again,” Dany chirped lightheartedly to disperse the tension in the room. She began to trace the lines in his left palm, following the grooves with her finger, feeling the full heat of his stare. “Mother shouldn’t have spoken to you in that way,” she said after a while.
“She always does,” Aegon groused glumly.
“Doesn’t mean she’s right…putting all this pressure on you,” Dany said, before sniffing and frowning. “Egg, please tell me you haven’t been drinking.” It seems all the pressure her mother and her dear, parasitic grand-père had pushed him toward drinking–a child of thirteen. This world is a pox, she screamed in her mind. “I can smell it on you.” When Aegon pulled away and averted his eyes, Dany suddenly remembered the words Apolline had continuously drilled into her and Fleur’s heads.
“Your beauty serves as both a shield and a weapon,” Apolline had said, before tapping her nose fondly. “When used well, you can get anyone to do anything for you. Never forget that, ma petite chérie.”
She reached a hand out to gently grasp her brother’s cheek, sad to see the red marks on his pale skin undoubtedly left by their mother in her rage. Dany restrained the urge to pull away when she saw the desire in his eyes. She was eight! Targaryens are as screwed in the head as The Gaunts. “I love you, Egg, and you know I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I don’t want to lose you, brother. I feel as if the more you drink the more you cease to be my Egg.”
“You love me?”
Oh, poor child. The adults in your life have failed you utterly. “Of course I do. You’re my Egg!”
Aegon’s sad countenance bloomed into a happy grin. He pressed his forehead against hers. “Sweet, fair Dany…”
“So will you try? For me?”
She felt Aegon nod against her. “Yes, anything for you.”
Dany drew back and grinned dazzlingly at her brother. Aegon’s eyes widened and he sighed dreamily, holding her face in his hands. “Oh, Dany, the Gods must’ve made you.” Dany pushed her discomfort down, and giggled instead. “I love you as well, sister.” The pit in her stomach grew when Aegon inched closer, eyes becoming half-lidded. Discomfort turned into horror when she realised what he intended to do as his lips brushed against hers. Dany gripped tightly onto her wand, lifting her arm to blow him back and Obliviate him after when a voice sounded through the door.
“My Prince, are you dressed?”
Dany used the opportunity to pull back and arise from the bed. Aegon sputtered and scrambled for his clothes. She turned around once she noticed he was nude.
“I’m not decent yet, Ser Cole,” Aegon said, pulling on his trousers and slipping into his boots. “I will meet you at the front gate. Tell my mother not to fret,”
Ser Cole sighed in resignation. “If you say so, my Prince,” before the loud stomp of his boots faded away.
Dany cleared her throat. “I’ll see you there, Egg,”
“Wait.” Merde!
Slowly, she turned around. Aegon smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“A kiss from my fair lady,” Dany blanched. “We don’t have much time, dear sister.” Taking a deep breath, she quickly marched toward him and swiftly planted a kiss on his cheek, before scurrying out the door. Aegon’s laughter rang in her ears as she picked up her skirts and dashed toward the front gate.