Epilogue

A year later

Sunlight streams through the windows, the breathing of four people filling the room. Daenys blinks awake, crawling out from under the blankets and Rhaenys' arm, feeling Visenya's and Aegon's arm lying across her back.

It is their wedding anniversary today. She may have a little gift for them.

Daenys puts on her nightrobe and brushes through her hair, thanking the servants for helping her with breakfast. 'Good morning.' she whispers, gently taking the covers from her siblings.

'Already awake, Daenys?' Visenya asks, Aegon looking at her with blurry eyes, Rhaenys groaning and burrowing under the blankets. 'I have something for you.'

Interest peaked by her siblings, they are quick to put something on and sit at the table were all the food is laid out. 'Here you go.' Daenys gives them identical boxes, half sitting on Visenya's lap, her legs and feet lying on Rhaenys' legs. Aegon chuckles and opens it, a silence falling over them.

In the three boxes lies a ring with a threeheaded dragon, eyes shining like spun silver. An exact copy is already on Daenys' hand, Aegon remarks. A smile cracks on Daenys' lips, as Aegon kisses her forehead, and Visenya and Rhaenys both kiss her on her cheeks.

'Happy anniversary.'

Centuries later

'Who is she?' Riley asks, pointing to a drawing of what looks like a portrait. Daenerys looks up, sitting next to Riley and smiling. 'She was one of the wives of my ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror. She was the youngest, and some say her hair was the most beautiful thing they have ever seen. It shone like spun silver.'

Riley looks at the portrait that holds the Conqueror and his sister-wives. Aegon the Conqueror stands behind queen Daenys, face expressing his telltale fierce look. Rhaenys stands to her right, and Visenya to her left. Queen Daenys looks beautiful, the expression on her face one of fierceness and courage, much like the face Rhaenys and Visenya have on the portrait. Aegon's hands are clasped on her shoulders, Visenya and Rhaenys both holding their hands together in the same posture as the youngest queen. What Riley remarks is that they all wear the same ring. A ring with a threeheaded dragon, with eyes like spun silver.

'She was much like you. She met her dragon later in life, the sister of Balerion, called Magavin. She always did what she thought was right.' Daenerys says, smiling at the drawing. 'Really? What did they call her?' Daenerys smiles again, looking to the skies where the dragons fly over the sea.

'Daenys the Benevolent was her name.'