Daena looked at her youthful sister, with her short hair that was nearly all silvery white, but that sole gold streak down the middle that was the same color has the three-headed dragon pendant their father gave Daena. Elaena was young still; only nineteen and she despised their brother as Elaena did.
"We are his sisters, he should love us. Father would disapprove of this and we would be free long ago if he was still here," Elaena murmured to Daena once, playing with her hair, staring off into the distance of their Maidenvault.
Daena smirked down at her sister and replied, "He's scared we will rape him."
Elaena laughed aloud and that only caused their boring sister Rhaena to scowl their way, her amethyst colored eyes glowering. She crossed her arms over her chest and said furiously, "He only wants to stay pure, as we should want to be. Purity isn't evil."
"Purity is for fools and Septons. We should keep the family going, as all great houses do, unless you want our family to die out," Daena smirked at Rhaena and watched as he face grew even redder as her anger flourished; she inhaled gently and smiled, her face going back to normal.
"I love our family, Daena, but I love the gods as well, and I believe our brother only wanted to keep us pure and to stop any temptations he may have from us."
Elaena snickered at Rhaena, but when her sister asked the reason, she only shrugged her shoulders and continued to play with her hair.
Later that night, when both of her sisters were asleep, Daena went by the vault door and waited for her lover, and cousin, to come and take her away from this place for a little while. She often wanted to bring Elaena with her and show her Kings Landing at night and other places, but knew Aegon wouldn't like that.
Moments later, the door opened gently and there he was, handsome and silver and golden, as she was, and when she looked upon him, it made her smile. She didn't know if she loved him, but she did know he was good with his cock, and at the moment, that's all that mattered. He had a red cloak under his arm and he wrapped it around her after he lightly closed the large vault door.
He pulled it over her head and grabbed her hand and walked her threw the Red Keep, nodding at all the guards they came about. She wondered what they thought of this red cloak wearing women that was with their Lord. Perhaps they think I'm a whore, Daena giggled at that and held her head low, not daring to let any of them see her purple eyes and thick silvery-gold curls.
They would know who she was then and take her to her brother and old husband, who wouldn't touch her even though they were wed.
When they were finally in Aegon's chambers, Daena dropped the cloak and pulled away her clothes, smiling at Aegon as he took off his own.
He threw her upon his bed and took her, and she screamed happily when they both had their moments of bliss.
"Aegon," she whispered when they lay sweating in a tangle of pale skin and golden-silver hair. "I haven't bled in a while."
Her cousin didn't reply for a long while, until she said it once more and he sighed heavily and picked her up and forced her to put her clothes back on, not saying anything.