Where there is smoke, there is fire
Daenys does not like her, this woman. Lady Eleonora is extremely beautiful, she could even rival Rhaenys. In the beginning Daenys did not really take notice of her.
Lady Argella is often at Aegonfort, and she has to be honest that the woman has become a dear friend. It makes the days a bit less bleak. Daenys has officialy been banned from any formal occassions which include ruling after she stormed out of the throneroom.
The nobles still snicker at that particular fight. That night, there had been a feast. Daenys, never really having been one for the whole charade of parties and fakery, had stayed as long as was acquired of her and had than had the intend to disappear.
She had not thought of Visenya following her. Her older sister had been furious, and hissed at her in the corridor that she was a spoiled brat. For the first time in her life, Daenys had snapped back.
'Who do you think you are?' Visenya snaps, grabbing Daenys by the arm and stopping her on her way to her room. 'You have made a laughingstock of Aegon and Rhaenys. Of me!' she hisses at Daenys. 'It was already bad enough that Aegon had to marry you out of duty. But you cannot even pretend to be a good wife for once!' Daenys has heard enough. For weeks, even months, she has been mocked and ridiculed by the court, and not one of her siblings have tried to silence them. 'Than Aegon should not have married me!' Daenys screams back, Visenya shocked into silence for a minute. The silence is absolute, even in the room where the feast is held. 'I did not ask for this.' Daenys yells, pushing Visenya away and tearing her arm lose. 'I only ever wanted to be left alone.' Daenys says again, this time more quiet. Aegon bursts through the door, Rhaenys following not far behind. Her brother says nothing, but only looks at her with that disapproving gaze of his. 'You think we wanted you for a third wife? Our stupid, boring little sister?' Visenya snaps again. Daenys starts walking away, long hair swishing in unison with her robes.
She stops a bit farther away, and tears are pooling in her eyes, but she will be damned before she lets them fall. 'You should have left me at Dragonstone.' she whispers, walking with her head held high, not listening to her name being called by a more and more furious Visenya.
Visenya has not spoken to her since that night. Aegon always ignores her. And Rhaenys...well they barely spoke before she came here. Daenys is walking through the garden, documents in her hand that need to be read and signed. She does not see the stone that is protruding and falls over it. The papers go flying, and so does her crown. 'Your Grace!' a voice calls out, Orys Baratheon quick to help her up. 'I did not see that.' she admits. 'Are you allright?' Daenys smiles and shakes her head, takes the crown and dusts it off. 'I have been through worse.'
A shrill laugh cuts through the air, and it makes Daenys blanch. Next to Aegon stands Lady Eleonora, laughing at something the king said. Lady Eleonora's eyes fall on her for a moment, and a smirk grows on her lips.
This woman is not only here to take power, she is here to take Daenys' place. Daenys stutters an apology to Orys, stumbles into Rhaenys and than starts walking away to her room, hiding there for the rest of the night.
At four am in the morning she is still not sleeping because there is only one thing on her mind: Lady Eleonora is here to take her place and Daenys feels she might just succeed.