Ok, so here is this chapter, we, at last, met the Velaryon twins, and they make the Lannister twins we know so well look like children, or at least that is what I think. At the bottom of this page, I have linked the Targaryen Family Tree that I was at last able to make, I hope that it is helpful to all of you. Thank you to all of you who have left reviews, it is always nice to know what all of you think. I hope that all of you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it (although I could have done without The blood drinking). Good wishes as always, you faithful writer.
Chapter 6: Vylaeria II
The moment that Lady Vylaeria Targaryen stepped of The Twilight Star, the ship that she had hired to carry her from King's Landing to the island of Driftmark, she felt a strong and unearthly rush of power race up from the ground to fill every part of her body. The raw energy of the power made Vylaeria shudder, not with fear, but with the realization that, for all her planning, she had forgotten one thing, one that, as it had been having overlooked, had the chance of costing Vylaeria her life.
Taking a deep breath, Vylaeria remained herself that there was no proof, at least not living proof, that the Velaryon twins, who were said to dabbled in sorcery, the black arts, and bloodmagic, where in truth the blood drinking monsters said to dwell on Driftmark. Yet into Vylaeria's mind came the only memory she had of Jaeharin Velaryon, a memory she had tried to barry deep within her mind. One that she had hidden under the memory of her brother's screams when he had been carried to his rooms in Maegor's Holdfast by their uncle Aemon after the Red Rebelling had ended.
For the only clear memory that Vylaeria possessed that included, Jaeharin Velaryon was one so vile that Vylaeria hated to bring it to mine. She hated her memory of Jaeharin Velaryon even more than the memory of the time she had accidentally seen Daemon naked after his imprisonment in the Dreadfort. For the truth, and Vylaeria always forced herself to see the truth, was that she had seen Jaeharin Velaryon drinking Aerea Hill's blood.
Shacking herself like a dog, Vylaeria firmly remained herself that whatever she had seen that night, it could not have been what she remembered, and that was why she had to barry the memory, because no knight, especially not one so well spoken of, would ever dare to dip into bloodmagic. Forcing herself in the task at hand, Vylaeria accepted the horse that was waiting for her and headed for Castle Driftmark at the gallop.
It was not long before Vylaeria looked up to see the dark, salt-stained walls, of Castle Driftmark. The large stone castle was foreboding in the darkening twilight, it was a reminder of far older days, and looking up at it Vylaeria was reminded of just how short the lifetime of a human was, and of just how long some of the great castles of Westeros had stood. For Vylaeria it was a grim reminder of why she had come to Driftmark in the first place: to secure the legacy of her house.
No one question Vylaeria at the gate to the castle, all she had to do was show the guards her signet ring and they allowed her to pass without question. She was also not left to wait for long in the drafty entrance hall, Vylaeria guessed that she had been there no more than a few minutes when, at long last, the ones she had come to Driftmark to find appeared out of the glom.
To get grate disappeared Vylaeria found that only one of the Velaryon twins had come to welcome her, and it also happened to be the twin she had hoped she would not have to deal with. For a moment, before she could force the memory away, a pair of petal white teeth stained with blood flashed before Vylaeria's eyes. For it was Ser Jaeharin, and not his twin sister, Lady Jaehaera, who had come to welcome her to Driftmark.
"Welcome to Driftmark, Lady Vylaeria," Jaeharin Velaryon said, his voice filled with a dark yet wonderful beauty.
"Thank you, Ser Jaeharin," Vylaeria said, causing the way her voice shook as she spoke.
The knight gave her a smile that would have had most women falling over themselves, but Vylaeria knew how to guard her heart, and she was too afraid of him, too afraid of something she should never, could never, have seen, to feel comfortable around him.
However, despite her fear, it was not lost of Vylaeria just how handsome the future lord of Driftmark, if he ever bothered to calm the title, was.
Jaeharin Velaryon was tall and slender, with fair skin that bore a light tan, his silver hair and a strange blue sheen to it, and his eyes... They had captured Vylaeria's attention the moment she had met them, they were a dark blue, like the sea at night. His moments where gracefully and, watching him, Vylaeria had no doubt that he knew just how handsome he was, and knew that he could use it as a weapon.
"I assume that you have come here to speak on your mother's behalf, Lady Vylaeria," Jaeharin said, once again startling Vylaeria badly.
"Yes," she said quickly, trying to keep her voice calm.
He nodded, plainly not surprised. "Then let us move this conversation to a more comfortable location,"
To lost in her own thoughts to really think about what was happening, Vylaeria followed Jaeharin through a number of hallways and up two flights of stairs before he at last pushed open a heavy door and ushered Vylaeria into a large, well furnished, sitting room. Vylaeria barely had time to register the finary around her before Jaeharin was talking to her once again.
"Can I offer you something to drink, Lady Vylaeria?" Jaeharin asked as he took down to crystal glasses and a silver pitcher form a small cabinet that stood to one side.
"My thanks, Ser Jaeharin," Vylaeria said. She knew that the knight was far to smart to try and poison her, especially in his own home.
Jaeharin favored her with a small charming smile as he pored a scarlet liquid into the glasses, he offered one to her, which she took gladly, before taking a sip from his own. Vylaeria looked at the liquid in her own glass closely, there was something strange about it, something that made her sure that whatever the liquid was, it wasn't wine as she had first thought. Suddenly worried, Vylaeria carefully dipped a finger into the liquid and tasted it. The moment the copper-tasting stuff touched her tongue Vylaeria had no doubt about what it was, and that it was definitely not something people should drink.
"Its blood!" She cried, shocked and badly frightened. "We're drinking blood!"
"And there is a problem with doing so?" Jaeharin asked her from the larger chair he was lounging in.
Vylaeria could only stare at him in open-mouthed shock, he had to be joking, she thought, the rumors... what she had seen that night, it couldn't be true... but as she watched Jaeharin took another sip from his own glass, and she realized that what she had heard was indeed true.
"Is everything alright in here? I heard shouting," a kind female voice inquired.
Vylaeria looked towards a door that was on the other side of the room, just as it opened, and a young woman who could only be Jaeharin's twin sister, Lady Jaehaera Velaryon, called 'the Seastar of Driftmark', for her wondrous beauty.
Jaehaera Velaryon was tall, taller than her brother, and slender with full breasts and a heart-shaped face, her eyes were a striking gray, and she bore that long silver hair of someone of Valyrian blood. Dressed in a pale blue dressing gown that was trimmed in silver, both colors that accented her fair skin perfectly, the Lady of Driftmark looked more like a goddess than a human woman.
It was just as the Lady of Driftmark dropped the bar across the door that Vylaeria realized that Jaehaera had not brought her to a sitting room as she had first thought, but rather to the rooms that Vylaeria had no doubt he shared with his sister. Looking between the two of them, Vylaeria realized that their eyes, which had looked kind moments before, now held only lust, lust for her, lust, at least on the part of Jaeharin for the power she could bring.
"She is beautiful," commented Jaehaera as she moved to stand beside her twin. "Do you think that she is a virgin?"
"Do you think I care," Jaeharin snapped as he took another sip for his glass. "You know that I don't care about sex, love,"
Vylaeria froze, and she felt true fear began to race through her body. She had not believed the rumors about the Velaryon twins, had not believed her own memory, and now, Vylaeria thought, she was going to pay the price of not believing the warnings that had been available to her. 'Seven save me,' was the last think Vylaeria thought before Jaehaera stated to kiss her.
The link, even when I am able to set it up, is refusing to work, so if you go to Deviant Art and search 'The Second Dance Targaryen' and the select 'NEWEST', its the one at the top that looks like a family tree. (My username its under onDeviant Art is KatTarEstil) this might help to find it. Please let me know if you can't, and I will try to figure something out.
