Princess Daenya's Nameday

"Why would people talk of Ser Axell and I?" she asked, and then grinned, knowing her teasing might hit home more than it should and not minding overly "Daenya should get her priorities in order," Rhaena commented, "And if we were the subject of us became more public knowledge it would not bother me, we need not concern ourselves with the chirruping of the insects."

Ser Trajan Waters entered, carrying an unwieldy bundle under one arm wrapped in fabric which he handed to Daenya.

"Of course you can," Daenya said, handing her glass to Leona before turning to Baelon. "Yes, I think talking to Aegon."

She then looked up when Trajan entered. "Brother, what... is this?" She asked, taking the bundle and opening it, expecting the worst.

Wisdom Waxley stood outside the doors to the hall, watching as a steady stream of guests entered the party. He heard the chatter and mirth spilling out of the doors. He stood around wondering if he should make up a lie that he was invited. He rubbed his head and tried to arrange his hair with fingers which accomplished nothing productive. In his mind, he imagined clearing his throat then strolling into the hall with a big grin on his face and performing a trick of fire so that he could show everyone how amazing he was. The princess and the rest of the guests would clap and bow and he would wave to them, then the party would resume and small pockets of guests would chatter about how amazing the pyromancer was. Splendid, mirthful, powerful, those were some of the words. He would have a pleasant conversation with the princess and even eat some cake while conversing with other important people. When it was time to present gifts to the young princess, he would of course outdo everyone. Everyone would clap again and he would bow with a bashful smile, but deep down he would think how they were all worms. He could crush them if he wanted to! Suddenly the hall would tremble and the roof would be torn from the hall. Several people would be crushed by rocks, people he didn't like and wouldn't miss, mostly the people that interferred with his order. A huge giant man in armour would be swatting at dragons as if they were flies and he would pick up the small princes and princesses and toss them into his mouth one by one while everyone ran around screaming. Waxley would be the sole man of action, he would daringly defy this giant man and combat him with his powers.

Daenya stared down at the sign, her eyes narrowing for a moment before she smirked.

"I wonder if he enjoys Balerion's flames in the hell he is," She said quietly to Trajan.

Maekar's head snapped around to stare at Ser Axell, and Rhaena fancied that if one man could set another on fire with a mere gaze, the Blackwood knight would have been immolated to ash even in the two seconds it took for Maekar to realize that she was teasing him.

"I suppose you are right," he replied slowly, though inwardly he was not entirely convinced. "I would not see you looked down upon, due to our... relationship."

Aegon nodded. "I think you're right. I wish you could have joined us, but I heard you gave Redwyne hell all the same."

"Other way around, more like. We burned some of them, but they beat us all the same." Baelon told Aegon, before replying to Daenerys. "He is well. Flying again. My deepest condolences about your father. He fought bravely."

"So I hear," she replied with some sadness to her smile. "Thank you."

"It was not easy, but mementos should be cherished." he replied. "Some days are more worthy of remembrance than that of your birth."

"Oh, a wedding?" Dany seemed to light up at the idea. "Congratulations! Although I guess we will be seeing a lot of those in the near future, hmm?" she said, nudging Prince Aegon's arm. "Of course. What is it that you wish to propose?" she asked, turning back to Baelon.