OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

14 ? SEX & FUNERALS

Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, stands off to the side with his wife, Rhaenys, along with their children Laenor and Laena.

Alicent stand by her father's left side, silently mourning, observing the Aenar wishing she could go over to sympathize with him but his appearance alone was lethal, she could sense the hostility in the air.

Aenar stood beside King Viserys himself, dressed in the black of his house, stands over a funeral bier. Aenar glances over to his brother to see him bereft, totally lost in and wrecked in grief.

Viserys state is catatonic, he feels horrible, eyes red, his dream has rippled him off his beloved wife, due to his ambitions and greed for an heir.

The twins stands apart from him. Their eyes are red from tears, trying to contain the grief. They watch as tears streamed down his eyes as he sobbed, even though there was a breach in his their mother's womb, they couldn't blame him. She would have died no matter the cause, the King had no choice. He had no choice.

The whole of the funeral appears to be looking at Daenerys and Rheanyra, waiting anxiously for them to do something.

Daemon stands between his nieces and farthest away from Aenar and Viserys, caught between both worlds. After a long moment, he goes to his niece and speaks to them gently.

"They're waiting for you both." Daemon whispers lowly behind them.

Daemon sees all the faces looking at the twins. He feels for them, and also wants this awkward moment to end.

"Come. We'll go together." Daemon offers his arm. None of them takes it.

Rhaenyra snaps at her Uncle, bitterly, in High Valyrian.

"Jaehossa tēmiri issi. Ñuho kepot ono toliot dāranne irughagon sēpar ziry laodigon." [The gods are cruel. To finally give my father his heir only to steal him away.] Rheanyra says willfully.

"Avy emos kepa aōha biare issa." [He is lucky; he still has both of you.] Daemon assures her.

"Ñurho valonqro paghyro jēdunna, lo tolijī kepa ñuha kirimvī rhēdos pendan...?" [I wonder if, for those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness.] Daenerys questioned in despair.

Daemon looks off to his grieving brother, boring a hole into the king with his gaze.
He would kill to be loved by Viserys the way Rhaenyra and Daenerys are. He tries to console his nieces.

"Kepa aōha avy sīr ojūdo tubiro toliot jorrāelza." [Your father needs you both more now than he ever has.] Daemon tells her.

"Trēsy dōrī kesan." [I will never be a son.] Rheanyra whispers as Daenerys covered her face crying bitterly.

Weakly, Rheanyra urged her twin. "Let's go sister."

The twins breaks away from their uncle and stalks up the edge of the hill toward their dragon. Full of emotion to command Drogon Syrax but they were too weak to do it.

"Dra...." Rheanyra swallows in shaky breath and shook her head. Syrax gave a low growl from the top hill, Drogon purred.

"Oh mother, why did the gods take you away.." Daenerys whimpers as Rheanyra took hold of her hands, they held unto each other gently as tears streamed down her cheeks.