โThen thatโs not love, is it?โ She sighs, inhaling the scent of food.
โI canโt speak for everyone else, but I do love you, brother.โ She says, dropping down at the table.
โProbably because you wield a sword like a mouse with a toothpick.โ She snickers to herself.
โโฆ Sorry, that was rude. I think itโs just because *you* donโt like me.โ
Joyous over this exception to her request, Daerys nodded vigorously. Turning in the direction of the kitchens, she all but skips.
โIโm glad youโre joining me, we never get to spend time together.โ She comments, turning her head to look back at him, a smile on her lips.
Pausing when told โnoโ, Daerys halts her movements and tilts her head at him.
โYou act like I havenโt seen whatโs under there beforeโฆ But! Thatโs okay. I was thinking breakfast. Wanna join?โ She all but babbles, clearly in a cheerful mood.
She tried her hand at making lemon cakes... They are hardly cakes and far from delectable.
Still, she proudly brings her creations to the reader with a smile.
Squinting at him, she swishes the skirt back and forth with her hands.
โItโs kinda fun to play with.โ She giggles before looking up at Aegon.
โBut I still hate it.โ
Giddily squirming, she ignored his tugging and latched on all over again. Dragging him along like a dog on a leash, the princess headed straight for the kitchen.