Princess Daenya's Nameday

Dany seemed approving of his words, and smirked knowingly. "Ah, but now you are just trying to incite me to join you on your quest of piracy. I am not a dragon like you."

"You look the part at least. I look like a Lannister," she said, grinning at his flattery despite herself. "Baelon! You are about to be married. What would your bride possibly think?" she asked jokingly.

"Must I choose but one?" the Knight Inquisitor asked. "Each day that I live while others die is of grand importance."

Finally able to break away for a short while, she entered her niece's party. A party for a young woman she hardly knew but had watched her grow up from a far.

Arenya looked at the room's inhabitants and spotted her brother and cousin deep in conversation. She grabbed a glass of wine and picked a spot to drink and watch. In all the business of her return, she had not brought a gift for Daenya. It didn't make her feel bad, just out of place.

Visenya spied her brother and uncle and went over to talk to them. As she got closer she overheard the last of what Rhaegar said. "We are worthy. I am very sorry to learn of Vermax's death, but you shoudl stil bond another if you are able. Our line should be strong. We are dragons, still." She nodded to each of them in belated greeting. She barely knew her father's brother and there was no love lost between herself and her ow brother, but she still wished to let him know that she sympathized...even if she wasnt the best at saying.

Visenya shook her head derisively at her brother. "Come now, let's not be rude, Rhaegar. I came to talk to you to sympathize with and encourage you. Do not ruin this rare show of sibling affection with your preconceived notions of how I may or may not act." She held out her goblet and a passing servant filled it to the brim. She drank half of it off at once, smiling at her brother over the rim as he watered his drink in a manner most unbecoming of Aenar's firstborn.

"Pick yourself up and go to the King. I cannot win your battles for you. Maegor would never grant even the attempt to win a new dragon to a man too spineless to ask for it himself. Gods know, the King has enough spineless wretches among his own children." She resisted the urge to glance at Aegon. "I know you miss Vermax. I would mourn forever for Silverwing should she fall, but you must try again."

Aerion spooned some potatoes into his mouth and silently observed the growing confrontation before him.

"Please, both of you, don't argue," said Elsey, growing increasingly anxious, but neither her brother or sister listened.

Leaving Rhaegar and Visenya to squabble, she spoke to Aerion instead;

"I intend to petition the King tomorrow to go to Dragonstone and attempt to bond with a new dragon, Uncle. It is still a strange and sad thought to me though. Iknew Nenyan most of my life, and all of his."

As Visenya strode off, Elsey turned to her brother;

"Rhaegar, why do you two fight all the time?"

"Visenya has made her disdain for me very clear over the past two years." Rhaegar replied to his younger sister grimly. "To her, I am little more than an inconvenience - a reminder as my father's only son of our fall. With me dead, it would be her as heiress to Aeny's line - a situation she could more readily turn to her advantage. Her treatment is not something easily forgotten or forgiven." 

Rhaegar lowered his voice and moved closer to his sister, so that his words would not be heard amongst the noise of the revellers. "I am certain of that. Men of ambition do not see our situation the same as many of our cousins do."

"It's immaterial whether I care or not." said Rhaegar his eyes darting about the hall. "Were it not for our descent, we would not be in the position we are. Our line means we are widely regarded as "traitorspawn' irrespective of our actions and displays of loyalty in this life. We are restricted in our movements and our marriages and even our dragons."