Rhaena's Tent

Rhaena was not there, but was just returning from the city, and saw her sister looking into her tent.

"Looking for me?" She asked, smiling a bit as she approached Daenya.

"Well enough, busy," she said but smiled as she sat and motioned for daenya to do likewise. "More importantly, how are you?"

"I did not when I first saw it, but I think t suits you well," she said, voice thoughtful if Daenya thought she would make a comment unprompted, she did not know Rhaena very well, "What if wrong with our hair though?"

"Why dye it?" She said, frowning, wondering if her sister not want to be recognisable as one of them.

"It is not my idea of it, but do as you will," she said, a little dismissively. She'd never dye her hair, especially not a colour as garish as pink, but it was not her hair, and it did suit Daenya, "have you shown mother?" She said, a small smile breaking out at the thought of their mothers reaction.

"Do I? Sorry for that," she said looking properly at Daenya, "I suppose I have a lot on my mind,"

Rhaena looked at the diver of the book and almost felt like chucking it out the door, but then read the cover, "a spot of light reading then?" She said, looking back up to Daenya, "Odd book for someone who lives in a country with no slavery to be reading," her look spoke of considerable interest and she smiled properly now, "do you think father might be interested in this book?"

"That is very interesting, daenya," Rhaena said eyes trained on the book herself as she thought, "I had always admired the organisational structure of meereen, I am planning a trip east, if the king is agreeable, perhaps I can scope out the way they organise these fighting pits?"

"I do not know how long it would be, I have never made the journey, and know of no one else who has on a dragon, but it is part of a longer journey Daenerys and I were thinking of going on," she said, sounding excited for a second before her face dropped, "if I can even go now,"

"No, nothing," she said, not convincing herself either, "just you know, everything depends on father, he might ship me off for marriage, or I have purposes for me, serving the crown comes before serving myself."

"I'm ten and six, Daenya, hardly as child," she commented, tsking and rolling her eyes, "We've both fought in a war, it would not be a stretch to assume there may be other things we would be required to do." she shrugged for the last part, it mattering little to her.

"Daenya, do you see much of Aegon?"