Visenya's Apartments

Visenya was disappointed Daenya avoided the subject of Lord Yronwood's death. If something had happened to Rhaegar, as she suspected, well, with Elseyris' defection to her beloved Aegon's side, she had no family left that she could properly call her own. Except the baby, she reminded herself, nibbling on a sweet cake and pressing her palm to her belly.

"You are quite right. The proper place of fur is trimming a gown to accentuate one's looks, not completely concealing one's entire body! It is a wonder those northmen manage to breed at all."

She couldn't help but giggle as well. There was certainly something to be said for body heat in the colder winter months.

"I am sure they do. Mine probably think of me not at all." She just shrugged and sipped her tea a little more. "You all were close, though, weren't you?"

Visenya went quiet and stared into her tea. "I don't think it can, now. There will be war against your brother and sister and war against Dorne both."

"Tell me, do you mean to fight for my husband? It was his men that brought you out of your imprisonment."

"Perhaps so. Do you intend to attempt to fight for them, then?" Visenya raised her eyes to her cousin's face and gave her the sweetest smile ever recorded ever. "Because you know we cannot allow that."

Visenya made a mental note to talk to her husband about having Daenya put in the recently vacated luxury prison that Vira had stayed in.

"Of course you wouldn't, but it is something I had to ask!" She held out a small knife to her cousin to aid in the peeling process. "And the correct form of address is 'your grace', cousin dear."

"I thought we were as well, but you were gone for such a long time that I wasn't entirely certain." She only winced a little when Daenya unconsciously squirted her with orange juice as she peeled. She was still not sure what to think of her cousin, but still, she smiled and said, "Visenya will suffice in private, then."

"I do hope we continue to get on so well, despite our unique predicament."

"I suppose we will. I do wish my dearest brother Rhaegar was here. I believe I would hate him so much less now that I am Queen."

She had to laugh at that. "Yes, I think that were he here sycophanting about that he may even become more obnoxious. I do not look forward to telling my husband about his..." She did nto wish to say escape, so sustituted, "absense. Now, who was the Dornish gentleman that was taken captive? I am surprised my Lord Baratheon did not murder him in cold blood. That seems his style, if I may beg your pardon for saying so."

Visenya just shrugged at Daenya's comment regarding Baratheon. "Quentyn Martell, you say? Perhaps we should go and see how he is doing. He is in the city, is he not?"

"Then we should have him brought to us. I would like to meet him. I haven't spoken to a Dornishman in a very long time."

Visenya grinned and held up the teapot. "More tea, cousin?"

"Then we shall speak to him, and you shall have your tea. Excuse me just a moment, please." Visenya got up and went to the door, stepping out for just a moment while she asked for Quentyn Martell to be brought to her chambers.

She came back, smiling still, and poured the tea. "We shouldn't let these cakes go to waste. Won't you take a few more? Though I am sure young Martell will be hungry when he arrives. Perhaps he will finish them for us."

"But did he really pay for you? I thought everyone was killed, and then there was no one to collect the money?" She laughed. "I am sure the Prince will be well-kept and well-fed, prisoner or no. He is to be treated with honor, if I have anything to say about it. He has done nothing wrong, except to be born Princess Sarella's son."