Prince Aegon's Chambers

Aegon kissed Elsey back passionately, one hand on the back of her head and the other on her lower back. There were some things which could not be changed, no matter how resourceful a person was. But Aegon could not bring himself to dampen her optimism just now. And regardless of what would happen in the future, he was not married yet.

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After some time had passed, Rhaena went to see Aegon. She waited politely to be let in.

"I have," she said looking back at him evenly, having heard the day before, and spent the night talking to maekar, talking to her mother and getting drunk, she was even still a bit hungover. "I thought I should come and talk to you, about it."

Rhaena reached over and poured her own, drinking half of it in one gulp. "It is true. I no more want to marry you than you want to marry me. Even Daenya would be better for you. But we are betrothed now. I know you do not care much for me, probably cannot do so, but you were attracted to me once, I remember when we met at the King's Coronation, I could see it in your eyes, before all this started, and we were beginning to get on again at Oldtown. Can we not try to make as little good as we can from this?"

"No," she answered, which wasn't a lie. She'd not conjured anything, "But I did lose my temper with her. I went there to give her some advice, but she spat that back in my face," Rhaena said matter of factly. I never hurt her. I have no reason to. I do not want to." she said impassively, "think what you want Aegon, but I am not a cruel person."

"I am no liar, Aegon. I said no to the conjuring," she said, shaking her head, "I never answered on whether I physically attacked her, which I did. i assumed that was covered by me saying I didn't hurt her."

"If you want the truth, yes, I made the shadows attack her, but I did not do it on purpose. I have done it since I can remember, sometimes it is shadows, sometimes it is fire, really whatever is to hand. I can't control it, I try to stop myself getting angry because people might get hurt if I do not, but I can no more stop myself getting angry than anyone else can." Even though Elseyris spoke truth, there was a lot she could say about why she could lie, but she did not. "If I were you I would not dwell on it, with your religious persuasions, I imagine it will just make you more unhappy with our betrothal."

"I do not have to justify myself to you Aegon. I came here offering to put the past behind us, which would be best considering our situation. If you want to hash out me accidentally lashing out at a random person. I got angry, there really is no more to it than that. She is not faultless." She said, looking down at her brother from her standing position. "This would be easier, if we were friendly."

"If it is assurance you want, Elseyris is nothing to me, I do not hold a grudge against her, I do not want her harmed more than any other person at court." she said, and then gave Aegon a half smile, "why do we not just do both?"

"never really thought about a world when I would have no duties here," she said, it seeming folly to think on such things, "I had thought with you most likely marrying someone else that I would marry Maekar. My passion is travel though. There is so much beyond our shores I would spend my whole life discovering it." she said, always having loved adventure, traversing the caves round dragonstone. "Promise not to laugh, but I would have drawn or painted all of it too. Except I am awful at art." She smiled again and poured more wine.

"How about you? If you were not born crown prince, who would you be, if you could be anyone, anywhere?"

"Of course it is, any contemplation, planning, reminiscing is pointless really. We can't change the past, or know what will happen," she gave an elegant shrug and drained the glass she poured, and emptied the remainder of the bottle into her glass. "Life is not for enjoying anyway, it is pain and trial to make us worthy of Balerion's Hall." she commented, though it was not an attempt to bring religion into the discussion. "What is your favourite colour?" she was half teasing, their drinking bonding talk, half genuinely curious. She didn't know her brother at all.

"Purple," she said, smiling wistfully, "dark purple. Most people think it'd green or red. Purple is such a powerful colour. It's deep and rich, not common, and hard to make, and even rare in nature, but you can see it most nights in the sky, and suddenly it is everywhere." she said, "my whole rooms are different shades of purple. Brown is an odd choice though. Never known that to be anyone's favourite before." in honesty, she never did much asking.

"Not really. Daenerys Velaryon is my best friend, my oldest friend, but other than her, I do not." she said, he could perhaps detect a twinge of sadness, "Do not really have time for friends, too busy trying to be a good daughter... we shouldn't befriend sheep, you know," she said shaking her head slightly, "do you? I imagine you do, you always struck me as being fairly gregarious."