Daenerys was expecting her brother to say that her dress was beautiful and that Mother did an amazing job at making her look beautiful. Instead, she was shot down by horrible words, tears filling her blue eyes. “I-I…” she whimpered, sniffling, and quickly wiped her eyes. Princesses didn’t cry. “I…M-Mommy makes all my dresses, Vis. You know that. I have more dresses she made me…” Daenerys said sadly, casting her eyes down to her plain sparkly pink dress.
He could feel the guilt rising the longer he watched her trying not to cry and felt the overwhelming sense of dread that if he didn’t quell her sadness that she would tell their mother and than he’d get in trouble. “Dany” He started, his tone softening as he knelt down to be at her level “It’s lovely, really. Mother makes amazing dresses but we haven’t had much time or material of late to make more improvements on some of them”
He was trying his best to make her feel better the only way he knew how and that was by stretching the truth “An I think you should wear the fluffiest dress you have. I’m sure you’ll be all anyone talks about when we meet the Martells.” While he hated the ruffles and the extra fabric of the dress in question, he knew it always put a smile on his sisters face and that’s what he needed right now. Smiles, not tears.
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