A walk under the stars makes you light up like the moon itself
Daenys gets a summons a few months later, when she is sure her siblings have noticed their interest is returned. They have come to a bit of an impasse however, none of the four really sure about how to proceed.
'What is it?' Daenys asks, as she puts the final touches to her jewellery for today. She is expected in the throneroom today, so she wants to look her finest. 'It is a summons from the King. He summons you to the feast tonight, as his special guest.'
Daenys' eyebrows crease in confusion, her rings long forgotten on the vanity. 'Special guest?' Argella sits down next to the queen, showing the letter to her. 'I think the King wants you to stay close to him for the festivities, Your Grace.' Daenys shrugs, deciding it is not such a bad thing.
That evening, she is a vision of silver, a silver gown complementing her silver hair. A silver crown, silver earrings and a silver necklace shimmer in the warmth that the candles give off. A silence falls over the room as Daenys enters, a smirk appearing on Visenya's lips as she sees her sister.
'Daenys, you look absolutely lovely.' Rhaenys compliments, hugging her youngest sibling. Daenys offers the same, going towards the place next to Aegon. 'Special guest, huh?' she whispers, a smoldering gaze the only answer she gets from Aegon.
He is silent, her brother, through almost the whole meal. But the silence is comforting, reassuring. 'Will you do me the honour of opening the first dance of the evening?' Aegon eventually asks, Daenys sputtering. 'I am not very good at dancing.' Aegon shakes his head and extends his hand. 'I will lead.' Daenys sighs and takes his hand as he leads her to the middle of the room, where room has been created for everyone to dance. 'We'll see how you feel when your feet are battered and blue.' Aegon snorts, a smile coming on his handsome but stern face. 'You did warn me.'
A soft song fills the room, Aegon and Daenys soon swaying through the room, a vision of black and silver.
Bards will say this is the night the lovestory of King Aegon and his youngest sister, Daenys the Benevolent, began.
Daenys' place is soon taken by Rhaenys, as a more cheerful tune takes the first song's place, Visenya grabbing Daenys' hand and twirling her around.
It is some of the most fun that Daenys has had in a long time.
The feast has quieted down for the most part, Visenya and Rhaenys taking care of their last guests. Argella gives Daenys an encouraging nod before she is whisked away by Orys for a last dance.
'Walk with me, Daenys.' Aegon asks, holding out his arm. Daenys nods and falls into place next to him, hand poised on his arm. They walk in the gardens, illuminated beneath thousands of stars.
Daenys' hair shines like spun silver, much like a silver moon, Aegon muses. They stop before a fountain, Daenys sitting down on the edge. 'Fireflies!' she gasps in surprise. 'They are very pretty.' she whispers to herself, a laugh tumbling from her mouth when one lands on her hand.
Aegon sits down as well, but his gaze never leaves his wife's face. 'You asked me if you could go back to Dragonstone a long time ago.' Daenys stills and nods, remembering that particular conversation.
'If I asked you again, what would you answer?' Daenys looks to her brother, a neutral expression on his face, but his eyes, so much emotions are brimming in there. 'Daenys?'
She looks up to the stars, amazed at the thousands of lights in the sky. 'Had you asked me a few months ago, I would have said yes. But now...'
'You once told me you were content. Are you happy now, dear sister?' Daenys clasps their hands together, her eyes finally meeting her brother's. They have never been a family who openly show affection, but she cannot stop her eyes from fluttering closed when Aegon caresses her cheek, nor can she stop her heart from beating so loud.
'Will you stay?'
Her brother whispers, voice a soft purr in her ear. Daenys can only tell the truth, and she sees it as much reflected in Aegon's eyes, as she is sure he sees it in hers. 'Daenys?'
'Yes.'