Aug 06, 2007 19:42
Alys was nearly five months old and she was beginning to babble and reach for things and try to roll over as Dany had been told she would. The infant never failed to amaze her mother and today the two were sitting in the rec room reading a book entitled Hats For Sale in which a cap seller has his hats stolen by mischievous monkeys and has to try to get them back. It was a cute book, but Alys seemed to be more interested in trying to pull the book towards her to get the thing in her mouth as she seemed to be doing with everything from her feet to her toys these days.
Life had been quiet for her since she'd had Alys, mostly consisting of time with the child, Billy, and lately, Billy's friend Owen (who was by far more interested in the baby than he was in Dany which was fine by her as she found something not particularly trustworthy about the man), and of course visits from Lyanna when the she-wolf wanted to make the trek from Summerfell to where Billy and Dany lived. But really, to Dany that was quite all right. She enjoyed the peace and quiet of not having to worry about being assassinated or deal with conquering Westeros again. Alys had become her life, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She only wished that Galahad were around to see how well his daughter was progressing.
Dany finished reading the book and closed the glossy cover when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Sitting in front of the jukebox was an ornate silver harp, one that certainly had not been there when she pulled the book off the shelf and began reading it. She recognized it immediately as Rhaegar's from the visions given to her in the House of the Undying, but she could hardly believe that it was there.
Shifting Alys to rest more snugly against her chest, Dany rose and plucked a few strings on the harp. It was perfectly in tune, mayhap had come from just after Rhaegar left his lady wife to go fight in Robert's Rebellion. It stood there, the vibrations from a note fading as the string began to still, a painful reminder of the family she had never known and the life she was supposed to have been born into but because of the lion, the stag, and the wolf (to name a few) had never led.
To her credit, she didn't cry. She simply stared at it critically and held a gurgling Alys closer (who was no doubt staring at someone or something over Dany's shoulder) as if to protect her from some evil enchantment that might be on the harp.
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