A coronation

The nerves are sickening her. She waits with baited breath before the doors, Lord Orys standing to her right. 'You will do fine, My Lady.' he tries to comfort her, but the girl's eyes are looking around nervously, as if trying to find a way to flee.

Argella Durrandon shares a concerned gaze with her husband, and eventually puts a hesitant hand on the young Targaryen queen's arm. Daenys seems to wake up from a dream, her eyes wide and breath laboured. 'I'm not ready for this. Why, oh why, did he have to go and conquer the Seven Kingdoms?' Daenys whispers to herself, Argella casting a sympathetic look on her soon to be queen.

'It is time to go, My Lady. Straight ahead.' Argella reminds her, squeezing the girl's arm before she goes to stand behind her on the left side, as Orys does on the right. She is young, this Targaryen girl, and Argella can see she wants nothing to do with this.

The doors open and a hush falls over the room, the nobles of the newly conquered kingdoms craning their heads to see this third wife of Aegon. Already rumours are surfacing. That Aegon married her out of pity and that she must be horrendous to look at. A collective gasp falls over the room as Daenys starts walking to the throne her brother sits on, head held high, gaze focused on a point far away. Her face betrays nothing, but even Rhaenys can see her hands shaking.

To the ladies' disappointment she is not as hideous as first thought, but they do all agree she is plain to look at, with her plain face and wide hips. What most people do remark is that her hair is beautiful. It shines bright like spun silver, and gives her an ethereal look when she walks in the sun that filters through the windows. Her hair is the longest of the three siblings, coming past her butt. Most of her hair is loose, but some braids and knots have been put in a difficult construction on her head, just to make sure that the crown she gets on her head will stay in place.

Rhaenys and Visenya share a look, a look that is also mirrored in Aegon's eyes. Visenya has always thought her sister plain but even now she has to admit her sister looks beautiful.

As Daenys kneels and Aegon puts the crown on her head, Rhaenys is deep in thought. Her sister has always been plain, but where before a shy and sickly child stood, stands now a grown woman.

Seems Daenys has inherited some of their Targaryen genes after all.