See me for who I am
Daenys decides to take action a few days later. She has never been really one for taking the lead, but she resolves she'll just not retreat when they do show interest.
She has an opportunity to test it out not long after that. Daenys is walking in the gardens when her name is called by Visenya. 'Daenys!' Her oldest sister calls, Daenys turning around and a smile lighting her face up. Visenya is a bit shocked at the happiness that radiates off her sister, but she puts that information away to analyse later.
'Accompany me? The wives of several noble houses have arrived and I'm supposed to entertain them.' Visenya says the word with disgust, Daenys barking out a laugh at her reaction. 'With joy, sister.'
Daenys clasps their arms together, and for a moment Visenya quietens. Could she? She needs to talk to her siblings later. In private.
'Your Graces.' One of the women says, the rest curtsying as the queens arrive. Daenys nods her head and decides to take place next to one of the nobles, Visenya sitting next to her. Visenya understands Daenys is acting as a buffer, making small talk. She seems to be born for this. But at the tension in her shoulders, Visenya can see Daenys needs to make a bigger effort than she thought.
She decides to test her sister, and takes her hand in hers. Visenya can barely stop herself from coughing and spitting out her drink when Daenys squeezes back. 'Are you allright, Your Grace?' Visenya nods. 'Yes, yes. I cannot believe how funny your stories are, Lady Filira. Your husband is quite the joker.' Visenya snorts, her embarassement covered by years of practice.
As weeks pass by, both Aegon and Rhaenys start to notice it as well. It is one such night when Daenys has gone to bed, that Visenya calls her siblings together.
'We need to talk. Now.'