That’s nearly impossible and you know it.
It wasn’t me, Ela. It’s hurtful that you seem to think so low of me. [smirks] What use would I have of a servant’s child and Alek Stark’s second son?
I rarely know why you do the things you do, Daeron. I just assume when the kingdom is in turmoil, you had a hand in it.
Is it a crime to know my husband?
Have they? How terrible. [laughs] I would like to see you try rip my head of my shoulders and shove it through a spike.
It’s this sort of attitude that makes me want to take responsibility even though I didn’t do it.
Wipe that smirk off of your face or you’ll get your wish.
It wasn’t you, though? Honestly? What in the seven hells is going on…
What is it this time, El?
People have gone missing in the castle. Tell me this isn’t you, because if it is I will rip your head from your body and shove it through a spike myself.
May I have a word?
Well, yes. I never expected that but you are right. I shan’t take it for granted.
I made several, but not the one I so desperately wanted to. It’s just as well, if I had taken that particular head I wouldn’t have you.
Oh, I know. Because if you do, Gods help you hatchling.. [grins]
Elaena Targaryen at the wedding of her niece
It is fine. Horrendously agitating with all of this incompetence. Someone may have lost a hand. But yes, of course, I have a dress. And flowers. Everything, really. I am just a stickler for fine detail.
Oh? What is that? I am the last one to be married…
I bet you want to skewer all of your helpers don’t you. [smiles] That’s mostly the nerves, but also just you being you.
You may be last, mr dear. But you’re marrying someone you love! That’s no small feat for a dragon.
I was merely stating the facts, Aunt Elaena.
[goes over to hug her] Thank you.
Well,while we are talking facts. How’s the wedding planning? Have you decided on a dress, or flowers? Or anything really? Tell me, please.
I will congratulate you forever, my dear. You have achieved something no one else in this damned family ever has.