Aenar or Aenar the exile was your husband, you were a lady of an great house. Your son and daughter were the perfect children and you were truly proud of haven birthed such perfect children. You walk along the halls of dragonstone relaxing you still had some of your duties ahead but that can wait after the breakfest. You finally arived at the dinning room where your husband set at the head of the table already but your children still werent to be seen anywhere so you took your seat at the end of the table and took a sip of your goblet of eine.

Aenar:"what have you been up to all morning long?"

you glanced up in this moment your children walked in.