Dany's Chambers

Daenerys was sitting in her solar with her feet on another chair, drinking some chilled tea and reading a poetry book in High Valyrian, or at least attempting to. She wore a cream-coloured summer dress and multiple golden rings around her slender fingers. The only window in the room was wide open, and the occasional breeze from it made the hem of her dress fly lazily around her bare ankles.

"Come in," she called, lowering the book to her lap in order to look at the door.

Dany smiled in return. "And you, Daenya," she replied, feeling pretty confident about getting her name right. "I love your necklace."

She lifted her feet off the spare chair and motioned for her younger cousin to take it. "Ah, just some poems. Some of them are really nice. How good is your High Valyrian, cousin?"

"The Wanderer," Dany corrected gently. "Not bad. If you get past a certain point in language learning, words start coming to you by hundreds. I am not there yet. Perhaps one day. It could be useful." She set the book down on the small round table next to her and turned to Daenya. "So, cousin. What brings you here? May I offer you some chilled tea? I thought it was unbearably warm in here when I woke up this morning."

Dany smiled and sipped some tea as her cousin spoke. "Really? Why would that be?" she asked, looking clueless.

Somehow pretty sure that this was exactly how King Maegor felt about them, Dany finished off her glass. "Same to you, sweet cousin. I am rather good friends with your sister Rhaena, I don't see why it should be any different with us," she said and offered her a kind smile, which slowly faded moments later. "Unless.." she trailed off, unsure how to discreetly address Daenya's illness.

Dany looked as if she was about to say something, but decided against it and shook her head, smiling. "Unless nothing, that was not quite what I meant. Of course there is no reason why we couldn't be friends. Tell me, princess, how did you like the party the other day?"

"It was pleasant," Dany replied. "A nice change after two years of Braavosi parties. I did glimpse the Tyroshi, but I have to admit I never spoke to any of them.. other people I met were nice, though." She smiled to herself at a certain memory.

"Oh? Do tell!" prompted Dany and shifted in her seat as if expecting a good tale. "A story for a story, I promise."

Dany didn't really understand what her cousin meant so it took her a while to get a vague idea what the situation might have been like. "Oh. Did you perhaps.. feel like you were not quite yourself at that moment?" she inquired, a semi-concerned look on her face. She did not want to seem too pushy.

Dany nodded, placing a hand on her arm rather compassionately. "If he is indeed a man like you say, he will get over it," she assured. "If you remember everything you do while.. this other person, is it the same for her?"

Dany seemed thoughtful for a while. "Perhaps if you put her in a position that only you can get her out of, she would be willing to co-operate," she said, and realized she didn't really have a story to tell. "I might have to owe you one this time, my court tales are not as interesting as yours yet. I did speak to the Master of Coin at the party, though, as well as a few cousins and the handsome Stormlander, Lord Toyne. Do you know him?"