Let's play a game, the Game Of Thrones
The walk towards the throneroom seems to be taking forever, and halfway there Daenys feels her strength waver. Rhaenys is quick to squeeze her shoulder and give her an encouraging smile, so Daenys locks her knees together and walks ahead.
Her robes are swishing, her head held high, the servants and guards admitting they have never seen the youngest queen so cold and furious. She is in general known to be a happy and gentle person, not this queen of ice that walks in the hallways.
The doors to the throneroom approach, Daenys taking a deep breath. Her stern mask cracks for a moment when she sees her friend, Argella, standing at the doors. She is still pale and she can see bindings peaking from under the sleeve of her dress, but she seems healthy for the rest. A sparkle comes to Argella's eyes, a soft joyous smile appearing on her lips.
'Your Grace.' Argella curtsies, Daenys nodding. 'Lady Argella. Glad to see you have recovered.' Rhaenys says, a knowing smile on Lady Eleonora's face as she bows to the Lady Argella. Daenys takes her friends' hands, resolving to hug her later in private, and a grin cracks on her lips.
'Are you well?' Argella nods. 'I am well Your Grace. Orys would not have allowed me to come back if he was sure I could face the mess that is court. I figured a friendly face might help you face them.' Daenys nods. Argella smiles one more time and than goes to Daenys' right, Rhaenys standing next to Daenys. They clasp their arms together, both for once looking like queens.
Daenys nods at the guards to open the doors, all the four ladies taking a deep breath, neutral masks in place. The doors creak open as they hear people arguing, Lord Orys arguing with a minor lord, Aegon and Visenya both sitting on their thrones, Aegon looking bored.
'Announce us.' Rhaenys says to the servant, who scrapes his throat. 'Queen Rhaenys, Queen Daenys, Lady Argella and Lady Eleonora.' he announces them with a firm voice, Daenys' eyes boring in the eyes of each and every noble that wants Aegon to remarry.
A silence falls over everyone, Rhaenys and Daenys walking down the steps, a cold reminiscent of winter coming off of them. Lady Argella and Lady Eleonora follow, their faces grim.
Lord Orys and the noble step aside as Daenys and Rhaenys breeze through, Aegon grabbing Daenys' hand as she walks up the steps. Rhaenys settles into the throne next to Visenya, both sisters sharing a secretive smile.
Argella joins Orys, both standing back behind the thrones. Daenys stops before the throne left to the Iron Throne, and instead of sitting turns around, faces the crowd, her robes billowing around her.
A silence falls over the court, as Daenys looks each and everyone in their eyes. She remembers how Visenya got them to listen to her, and she decides to try that technique.
'Bow.' Daenys hisses, her voice like a whip in the silent room. The nobles seem to blink at her and each other, but the same cold fury still wafts off Daenys.
'I will not say it again. You bow when a queen comes in as a sign of respect. So...BOW!' Daenys snaps, a smirk appearing on Aegon's face.
A silence falls again over the room, the nobles in court not knowing what to say. 'I have tried to be nice to you.' Daenys hisses, voice clear and still stonecold in the room. 'I have tried my best to be accepted by you, tried to gain your favour and tried to gain your respect as queen. I have maybe made mistakes, but that is to be expected when you have never been at court before.'
'You have all made mistakes, and I have tried not to judge. I know you jest behind my back, that you call me ugly and fat, and that you call me the Ugly Queen. I know you whisper behind the Lady Argella's back, calling her a coward for being my friend. I know you laugh at the Lady Eleonora for having wed in secret, though she has more courage than even half of the nobles here for having followed her heart.'
'When half of you were dying at the battlefield, Rhaenys and I rallied our remaining forces, knowing it was a lost cause. I almost died for all of you.' Daenys says this time, voice so low the nobles have to strain to hear her.
'And for that, you punish me and you call me unworthy. You force a fourth marriage on my unwilling brother, who I believe has already giving enough to you. Enough is enough.'
Daenys closes her eyes and a bitter laugh comes out of mouth. 'You called me a stonecold bitch once. You said I only had a sneer on my face. I'm done being nice and friendly. You wanted me to be more of a queen instead of a simple girl, so I will turn into the coldhearted bitch of a queen you want me to be. We'll see how long it lasts.'
Visenya and Rhaenys also grin, Aegon smirking at the nobles. Daenys turns around and sits on her throne, fingers thrumming on the arm of her seat, her rings leaving a hard and hollow sound in the room.
'As for those who wish to present themselves as a fourth wife to my brother, you will face against me. You want to be queen and part of House Targaryen, than you will play the Game of Thrones of which I decide the course. So...' Daenys says, an evil grin cracking on her face.
'Any participants?'