Princess Daenya's Nameday

Daenya turned and smiled, hugging Visenya. "Oh cousin, thank you! I am so glad you are here!"

She grinned giddily and opened the box to see what was inside.

Visenya watched anxiously as Daenya opened the box. She kept her eyes carefully focused on her cousin's hands as they swiftly untied the ribbon, not much feeling like meeting the eyes of Aegon, the shame of the night previous still fresh in her mind. As Daenya shed the lid off the box, revealing a vanity set of a hairbush, comb, and mirror, all made of fine silver and engraved on the back with the Targaryen three-headed dragon, she asked, "You do like them, don't you?"

"Of course! And thank you."

She glanced to her outfit, which was and elegant, well-fitted dress of olive green, a small trail of pale gold silk winding along the neckling, around the waist, and down the open, but not scandalously so, back. Although there was but a year between them, Elseyris had a more developed figure.

"I never feel quite right in a frock. You look very nice though."

Visenya was too busy avoiding looking at Aegon to notice his pity nod of greeting.

Daenerys entered the ballroom in a dashing deep red dress baring her shoulders. It was richly embroidered in gold around the bodice, matching the golden rings around her slender fingers, two of which had ruby stones. This time, her hair was up in an intricate bun as opposed to the usual, leaving her long neck exposed. She noticed that the princess was occupied, but would have thought it an offence to mingle with other people before congratulating her young cousin on her important day.

Her easy dancer's gait restored after months of recovery, Dany made her way over to the royals to wait for her turn. She was followed by two servants, both of them carrying heavy casks.

She turned her white eyes at the woman and smiled. "Of a sort," she agreed, "word travels swiftly through the keep."

"Whom do I have the pleasure of being in the presence of?" she asked.

"It is rather difficult, especially for more soldierly types," Elsey added to Visenya's words to Daenya, with a small laugh of camaraderie towards Aegon.

"Thank you, Visenya. You do too."

Elseyris felt the tension around them, though tried to put it aside.

"My Lady," said Elseyris, with a respectful nod. "It is good to see you well."

"And you," Dany replied to Elseyris in her friendly tone before turning back to the princess. "Thank you! I must say, your dress looks so lovely with your hair."

She accepted the glass and raised it. "A toast for your name day, princess."

Daenya grinned and raised her glass, clinking it against Dany's before drinking.

"Oh! It certainly is sweet! There is some... cinnamon in there as well?" She giggled, already a little tipsy. "I can't quite tell!"

"Just a little, I think," said Dany after sipping from her own glass. "Be careful with it, though. It is as sweet as it is strong, but sometimes one trait makes you forget the other."

"Same as the last time you asked me," replied Dany lightly, having been in a great mood the whole day, maybe even for the first time after hearing the news of her father's death. "How are the festivities? Everything going smoothly, as planned?" she asked.