daeron x rhaena, peace deal au drabble
In the six moons in which they had been wed, Rhaena and Daeron's spaces slowly merged. The young Lord Paramount spent much of his time in meetings, on the training growund whilst the Lady of Oldtown held court in the gardens and her apartments. Sometimes, Daeron could be seen in the gardens with Rhaena and she would be in his study. Silent and seemingly distant but together.
One afternoon, the keepers brought the egg to Rhaena's solar. Daeron followed as they placed the warmer down in front of the fireplace. Rhaena placed her embroidery down, confused.
"What is this?" she asked.
"A clutch of eggs was brought from the Vale going to King's Landing. I, ah, wanted one for you." Daeron explained, "I chose this one for you. I want you to have it."
Rhaena eyed the egg warily. How many times as a child had she waited, patient, afraid, for an egg to hatch?
Then she found Sheepstealer, a lonely wild thing who was just as alone as she was. For a long time, her very soul aches at the thought of what may have happened to him. He died alone, afraid and in pain.
But now she was numb to most things. Even a dragon's egg could not bring a flutter to her stomach.
"You do not want it." Daeron stated. He had become good at reading her silences. He could see her hesitation, her inner conflict. He shook his head, chastising himself. It was insensitive, given the loss of her dragon, her sister's dragon too. "I apologise. I shall have them return it-"
"It is a fine present, husband. Thank you." Rhaena insisted, meeting his eyes, "Truly. I was just surprised. I did not think to see another egg."
"I only wish to make sure you happy here." Daeron said, bowing slightly, "I shall see you at supper." He left her.
Daeron paused outside the door, looking through the crack of the door. He should not spy on his lady wife, no that was unbecoming.
But he wanted to see if she liked the egg. Even if it were to never hatch, would she like it?
Rhaena tentatively lifted the lid of the warmer. This egg was of a deep pinkish hue. It was beautiful, very beautiful.
I chose this one for you. I want you to have it.
Hatched or not, the egg brought a small smile to Rhaena's face and warmed her heart. Unbeknownst to her, Daeron smiled too, able to walk away, knowing she was cheered.
