Spill the beans

AN: House Tally, House Riverworth and House Droughtden are made up houses for the sake of this story, and the fact that Eleonora's mother was the sister of the Lord of House Tully is made up as well! I hope you enjoy! - QueenNothingness

When Daenys goes to the throneroom that day, followed by Argella, the tension seems even worse. Argella doesn't even dare to look at her husband, quick to stand beside Daenys when she sits down.

Aegon and Visenya come in, followed by Rhaenys, who seems confused about what is happening. She has been to Dragonstone, visiting their parents, and has only now returned. She sits next to Visenya, thoughtful look in her eyes.

The first to seek audience is Barren of House Tally, Eleonora's brother. House Tally is one of the houses under the rule of House Tully, but Eleonora's mother was sister to the Lord of House Tully, so House Tally has a certain influence and fortune. Barren looks at Aegon and waits for his sign. 'I ask for your help, Your Grace.' Aegon nods for the Lord to continue, Lord Barren's gaze resting on Daenys. 'I come to seek your help for my sister, Lady Eleonora. She has been gone for weeks. They say she told everyone she was going back home, but she never arrived at our stronghold. I fear for her safety.' he continues, Rhaenys starting to understand what is happening. 'She was last seen weeks ago, about two hours away from Aegonfort, in the company of a young man and two hooded figures.'

Visenya's gaze snaps to Daenys and Argella, but both ladies refuse to look her way. 'I recently found out my sister was married in secret to this man, whose identity is unknown. I fear he has seduced my sister with promises of love, while he has only married her for her money. If any of you know anything about this, than I beg you to tell me.'

Daenys can tell the man's concern is not sincere, he is only concerned for his sister since she is just another card he can play for power.

'But that would mean your sister has eloped.' Murmurs rise up between the nobles, Barren fuming in silence. 'She did not elope.' Argella interrupts the murmurs, silence quickly falling over them. 'And how do you know that, Lady Argella?' Barren asks, eyebrows raised in anger.

Argella opens her mouth to answer but Daenys stops her. 'Your sister did not elope, she got married in a correct ceremony.' Daenys says, heartbeat raising. Barren looks in shock at the queen, Argella closing her eyes for what she knows will come. 'I know this because I was there. So was Lady Argella. When Lady Eleonora asked me, I gave her my blessing. I approve of their union, and I and Lady Eleonora were present as their witnesses. That makes the marriage binding.'

Murmurs and cries of shock errupt at the back, Visenya and Aegon snapping their gaze to Daenys. 'Where is my sister?' Barren asks. 'I have the right to know!' Argella looks in disgust at the man. 'She is safe, that is all you need to know.' Lord Orys bristles, grabbing his wife by the arm. 'Argella!'

Daenys stands up and grabs her friend by the other arm and tears her out of Orys' grip, pushing Argella next to her. 'I will not tell you.' Argella answers.

'DAENYS!' Aegon roars, standing up in anger, Iron Throne almost falling on the ground. 'Scream all you want at me, Aegon. I will not tell you.' Daenys defies her brother. 'Your sister will come back in due time, when you have calmed down.' Daenys says to Lord Barren, grabbing Argella by the arm and dragging her friend with her.

They are quick to go to Daenys' living room, both knowing that Aegon and Orys are furious. Daenys has barely sat down, before Aegon storms in, followed by a bristling Orys and Visenya. 'Daenys.' he hisses, Daenys refusing to look in his eyes. 'Look at me sister.' Aegon snaps in High Valyrian, grabbing her chin, but this time it hurts. She is sure it will bruise if he does not let go. 'Let me go, you are hurting me!' Daenys snaps back, pinching Aegon in his arm in the hope he will let her go.

'Let her go, Your Grace!' Argella comes to Daenys' defense, tearing on Aegon's arm. 'You and I need to talk, wife!' Orys snaps as well, grabbing Argella by the arm. Argella does not back down, pushing her husband back. 'Allow us to explain!' Orys wants to snap at his wife, but sees she is obstinate, and eventually comes up with another idea. He grabs Lady Argella by her legs, and throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

'ORYS!' Daenys hears her friend scream, but she knows she will be fine. Orys is too smitten with his wife to hurt her. He will yell at her, be angry for a few hours and than it will be forgotten.

Aegon and Visenya are another matter. 'Why?' Visenya hisses, standing next to Aegon. 'You hated her not even two months ago and now you are helping her elope?' When Daenys refuses to answer, Visenya bristles and feels her old fury rising. 'ANSWER ME, DAENYS!' Visenya roars in her face. Daenys has had enough and in a rush of adrenaline, tears her chin out of Aegon's hand and pushes him back.

'Stop screaming at me.' she says, deadly calm. 'Scream at me all you want Visenya, I will not tell you.' 'Why?' Aegon hisses again, furious gaze locked on his youngest wife. 'It is not because I was forced to marry into a loveless marriage, that true love does not exist.' Daenys snaps back in High Valyrian. 'She is in love with him, and so is he with her. Houses, nobility and rules be damned!'

Aegon stays quiet, his usual friendliness and fondness gone. Only a cold mask stares back at her. 'Queen Daenys, since I cannot bear to see your face here at court, I am sending you away.' Daenys' mocking laugh fills the room. 'Finally!' she grins mockingly, true feelings shoved away behind lock and key. 'You will accompany Queen Rhaenys to House Droughtden, who have recently sworn their allegiance. Than I won't have to see your face here again. Afterwards, you will be send back to Dragonstone. Hidden away, out of our sight. As you said, you are not fit to be my wife nor to be a queen.' Aegon sneers, and Daenys has to admit it hurts more than she thought it would.

Aegon is quick to turn around and go out of the room. 'I hope it was worth it.' Visenya hisses, before following her brother. Daenys has it difficult to keep her tears at bay, but she is sure it was worth it. It may have destroyed any lingering feelings or respect her siblings had for her, but if she had to chose, she would do it again.

Love is something worth fighting for. Of that, Daenys is sure.