Raise your head, show no mercy
Days pass as Daenys recovers in Aegon's room, she is held company by Visenya, Rhaenys and Lady Eleonora.
She has gotten news Argella is almost healed and will soon be returning to court. It makes her feel excited and it makes her miss the tension in the room.
Rhaenys is sitting outside on the balcony, Daenys sitting across from her and embroiding something. 'Daenys?' Her sister asks, causing the young queen to look up. 'Yes, Rhaenys?' 'Are you ready to face court?'
Daenys looks up in astonishement. 'We have tried to spare you from this, but the nobles have been pushing Aegon to marry again.' Daenys gasps. 'Why?'
Rhaenys sighs and grabs her sisters hands, embroidery forgotten on the ground. 'They think you are not worthy to be queen. You getting wounded is a sign to them you should be dethroned and someone else needs to take your place.'
'Excuse me?' Daenys hisses, anger clear in her eyes. 'Take my place? We will see that.' Daenys stands up and though still weak, starts to braid her hair. A smile ghosts across Rhaenys' lips, happy her sister is her old self again.
Lady Eleonora is quickly summoned, and both she and Rhaenys start to help Daenys prepare. Her hair is left loose, apart from the difficult braided construction atop her head but this time it is not only to keep her crown on her head. Golden accessories with red gems have been braided into the construction, shimmering into the sunlight.
Daenys dons a black dress with golden details on her shoulders, and if you look closer the golden details depict dragons with red eyes. Her skirts are more elaborate than normal, a train trailing behind her. A silver belt is put around her waist, black gems studded in it as well.
She dons the big earrings with the threeheaded dragon she got from Daenys, and her silver necklace with the sigil of their House Aegon gifted her. She puts her trusty rings on as well and than she figures she is almost ready.
'Your Grace, here is your crown.' Lady Eleonora whispers, securing it on Daenys' head. It is the golden one from her coronation, the one that was so opulent it hurt her eyes to look at it. But today, she figures she might need it's strength.
The crown is a reassuring presence on her head, and than Daenys stands up. She turns around, a vengeful grin appearing on her lips, mirrored on Rhaenys' face.
'Shall we begin?'
