Chapter 15. Unburnt.
"Beauty, terrible beauty. Deathless goddess—So she strikes our eyes!"
--The lliad.
2nd Month. 297AC.
Red Keep Library.
In history, there have been many who claim the ability to withstand the burning of fire.
Examples of those are members of the famed Valyrian 40 families.
Not much is known about them, only that they are called the Unburnt.
One such famous and only known Unburnt was the famed Jaenara Belaerys, a dragonrider who flew her dragon, Terrax, farther south in Sothoryos than anyone had gone before.
It is said unburnts are closely related to dragons, as dragons do not burn.
"Dragons do not burn…"
Lyarra whispered absentmindedly as she palmed the page and repeated it once again.
She knew the Daynes were descended from Valyrians, not just the Targaryen marriage from quite a while ago, but truth be told, she has no idea which family it was.
There wasn't much known about the 40 Valyrian families. The Targaryens being the obviously famous ones, mostly due to their survival of the Doom.
Perhaps… maybe if she told Aegon—
Lyarra paused, a fluttery feeling in her stomach and she shook her head immediately. There was no use bothering him with her own issues now… was there?
Her mind went to the red tulips in her room and pondered what Ser Garlan had told her. Flowers had their own language.
What did a tulip represent then? Or rather yet, a red tulip…
She rested her chin on her hand over the table as she lightly bit down on her lower lip in thought.
The sound of footsteps passing by snapped her out of reverie as she watched some unfamiliar faces walk by with books in hand and she sighed, glancing down at the open book, closing it.
It had given her some answers… but not enough. She needed more. She needed to know why she was an Unburnt. Did she get it from her other Valyrian bloodline, or from the rather distant Targaryen gene in her veins?
But if she did though, then wouldn't the princess and Aegon also be Unburnt? Or the King?
But the book did say it was rather rare. Which other Valyrian family did she know?
Lady Mopatis…
Her mind suggested, and Lyarra let out an involuntary shudder of disgust. There was no way she'd ever ask such a spoilt and arrogant lady something of utmost importance.
She stared down at her unburnt hand, remembering the previous night, and once more a look of awe appeared in her eyes.
Unburnt.
The once known bastard of Winterfell… was special. What were the odds?!
Oh the urge to send a letter to the Lady Stark and tell her just how special she was pulled through her very bones. But no. The woman would sooner name her an heretic and throw her to the dogs, than call her special.
With a sigh, she stood up, closing the tome, returning it to it's destination under the watchful eyes of one of the roaming library keepers who bowed in greeting and she walked through the giant double doors.
Ghost who had been relaxing by the doors, having not been allowed entrance, perked up and got to his feet stretching an yawning.
She smiled, bending and patting his head.
"You must have had a good rest. Come. Let us take a walk through the gardens."
The gardens that had become a new favorite for her.
Ghost moved next to her, the quiet and constant companion, even as the occasional person who passed by threw wary eyes at the growing direwolf.
He was now reaching a little past her knees, sleek and furry, eyes an eerie red which she loved.
Sometimes it felt like he actually listened whenever she talked, but that was not possible.
"You must have been rather shocked yesterday, hm? Seeing me put my hands in the fire unprotected."
He eyed her in what could be called a reproaching manner and she smiled almost sheepishly at him.
"I am sorry, Ghost. Do not be mad at—"
"Are you talking to him?"
Lyarra looked out the window of the passageway to see the prince turning the corner with his trusty Kingsguard friend, Gendry.
They walked through the open archway and Aegon grinned at the slight frown on her face.
"He understands."
"Really?"
He asked back, even as he crouched in front of the pale white direwolf, extending his fingers. Ghost sniffed for a moment, before headbutting the hand and Aegon chuckled as he ran his hands through the soft and yet hard fur.
"He has certainly grown since the last time I saw him."
"He had his very first growth spurt. He should start growing faster now. He's almost 5 months now. He should be fully grown in at least 7 months time."
Lyarra proudly said as she stared down Ghost like a proud mother and Gendry grinned, amused.
"You sound like a mother praising her child's first steps."
She shrugged.
"He sort of is, isn't he?"
"Mother to an animal?"
She threw him a weak glare and he raised his hands in defeat even as Aegon stood back up, and Lyarra suddenly remembered her research.
"Aegon… do you by chance, know about the Unburnt?"
"Unburnt? Those who can withstand fire like dragons?"
Lyarra nodded.
"Not as much. There isn't enough lore on them. And perhaps any that could have been, was destroyed during the Doom."
"I see. Did you have any in your family then?"
Aegon chuckled.
"Believe me, Lyarra. If any of my ancestors had that kind of power… they would have shouted it out to the world and lorded it over everyone they could. My family is quite the proud one."
"Then I see you got it from them then."
Though she felt disappointed, she couldn't stop the jape from leaving her lips. The prince sighed exasperatedly.
"Will you never seize your jests?"
She pretended to be deep in thought.
"Hmm… perhaps not. Now if you would excuse me, your grace… I promised to take Ghost out for a walk."
She walked around him and Gendry who threw her a wave while Aegon rolled his eyes.
"Your grace, she says… Lyarra!"
He practically twisted around and she stopped, turning to him.
"Would you do me the honor of joining me out for our usual tomorrow evening?"
Lyarra perked up immediately.
"I would like that."
She replied rather quickly, and Aegon's grin widened.
"Very well then."
He bowed and she turned and walked off, Ghost next to her.
Aegon stared till she was out of sight and Gendry snorted.
"Anyone else would think you both had a secret tryst of some such, you know?"
The Valyrian prince let out a startled laugh, turning and walking off.
"One could hope."
He whispered beneath his breath with amusement in his eyes.
Varys' Chambers.
"My little birds told me of your talk with the Lady Lyarra yesterday."
Varys spoke out as Aelora walked into his solar like she owned it, a frown on her face.
"I warn you, do be careful with that girl."
Aelora's nostrils flare at the warning as she immediately turned towards her uncle.
"How can you tell me that! What care do I have for a bastard!"
"It matters not what she is or was."
"It does to me! She is arrogant and pompous! Reaching above her station in life! If she were born in Lys or Pentos—"
"Be careful with what you say, girl. Westeros truly abhors slavers more than you know. The last man to do so died. Horribly."
Jorah Mormont. A man who actually tried to reach above his station in life.
Aelora practically glared at him, and the Master of Whisperers sighed, wondering just why Illyrio spoiled his daughter this ridiculously.
"I will deal with the girl. Try to curb your anger while I do that. I have heard of how you treat the servants. The ones you own as well as the workers under the protection of the Red Keep. Do not be so crass anymore. And do try to limit the amount of time you spend talking, your voice can be rather grating to others."
"It is a Nasal Condition!!!"
Aelora screamed out in a huff and marched out of Varys' solar, leaving him massaging his forehead.
Another letter to Illyrio should do.
The following day arrived with Elia and her daughter welcoming the Tyrell's for a joint breakfast.
As much as the queen would prefer dining in peace and less politicking, these people would be her good family soon. These were the people she would be handing her beloved daughter to in the coming moon.
Now was not the time to get emotional.
"Please, seat."
She smiled politely as everyone settled down.
The queen at the head table, Rhaenys on her right, Olenna on her left, Ser Garlan next to his grandmother and his sister next to him with a welcomed smile.
Everyone waited for the Queen to take her first bite, and then the rest began to feed.
"Pardon me for asking, but where are the King and Prince?"
Olenna finally spoke up, a sharp look on her enquiring face and as the Queen took a sip of her water, she spoke up.
"They both had matters to attend with Lord Connington."
"Nothing alarming, I hope?"
Elia smiled.
"Just basic matters of the realm, I believe."
Olenna grunted before focusing on her mashed potatoes. Her teeth were not as strong anymore and she rather enjoyed softer foods better in any case.
And wine.
She eyed her goblet of arbor gold in approval.
"Lady Margaery, how goes your charity works?"
Rhaenys spoke up. And though she had an idea or two of how it was going, it was better to act a welcoming guest than not. And this was to be her goodsister very soon. She had no qualms against her company. Except when her brother was brought up.
Margaery smiled at the princess.
"Absolutely splendid, Princess. The children are such a joy. And their laughter and glee whenever they see me… it brings warmth to my heart."
Elia nodded approvingly.
"Your pursuits are very commendable, Lady Margaery. Very commendable indeed."
Margaery smiled in satisfaction and Olenna cut in.
"Certainly better than some who prefer rolling around in mud and making a fool of themselves."
Elia raised an eyebrow but said nothing, already knowing who Olenna was alluding to.
She then turned towards the knight dutifully eating.
"And Ser Garlan, how are you liking King's Landing?"
Ser Garlan looked up at that, a polite mask across his face.
"King's Landing is wonderful, your grace. Very different from the Reach and yet holds it's beauty in infrastructures… a-and maidens too."
He stuttered at the end rather sheepishly and the Queen and Rhaenys looked up at that, leaving Olenna to add to his sentence.
"It would seem, my grandson is taken by the Dayne girl."
As soon as she said that, Rhaenys' eyes narrowed in contemplation, even as Garlan focused on his food once more, a splatter of red across his cheeks.
"Lyarra Dayne, you say?"
Ser Garlan looked up at that.
"Yes, your grace."
Elia stared at him for a moment, blank faced and the knight suddenly felt shivers down his spine.
"She is very dear to me, Ser Garlan."
Garlan nodded at that.
"Of course, your grace. I mean no disrespect to her. She is certainly… different. Even with her love for sparring which I cannot understand."
Rhaenys raised an eyebrow.
"You do know I spar every once in a while too, right? It certainly does keep me on my toes."
"I-I… o-of course! I—I"
Garlan spluttered slightly, causing Olenna to roll her eyes at having some unfortunate grandchildren, and Margaery and Rhaenys exchanged looks of amusement.
Rhaella walked through the halls of the Red Keep later that afternoon as she reminisced the past, her handmaiden a little behind her.
She was rather proud of herself, really. Close to two moons, and she was still here.
She found the comfort of her family very welcoming though she certainly did not miss the politics.
Why, just a week back, she got a letter from Lord Frey inquiring on whether or not either of her sons had need for a bride.
How dare that… foul man!
Just because he kept getting wives and impregnating them with his sees just so he can improve his standing… he thought himself important enough to send a letter to her!
As if she'd let anyone of Frey blood near her sons. For the first time in a while, she was glad Viserys had taken a trip to Braavos. Not that she liked the reason though.
Why that boy thought it alright for someone of his station, a prince of Westeros, to go perform at a mummers show…!!!
Oh! Her poor heart!!
She couldn't take it anymore! Why he couldn't just settle down, give her grandbabies like his brother had done… why he preferred gallivanting around and distressing his poor mother so!
Rhaella huffed, turning the corner when she stopped at the scene a little further away.
"You stupid! Useless! Servant!"
Lady Mopatis screamed at a maid who was obviously of the Red Keep. Said girl shivered in fright and slight tears in her eyes and Rhaella frowned.
Suddenly awash with a cold feeling in her heart as she remembered her husband… his incessant screams at not just herself, but any he could reach for.
"What is going on here?"
She spoke in her queenly voice and Lady Mopatis turned towards the offending person, only to straighten up and wipe the look of anger from her face as she suddenly found herself in the rare presence of the Queen Mother.
"Your grace!"
Rhaella struggled to keep a straight face on at the rather severe tonal voice of the young girl.
"Apologies if I seemed uncouth. But this… maid!"
She threw a glare at said woman who shrunk back a little.
"Almost walked into me!"
"Forgive me, my lady."
The maid mumbled underneath her breath as she found herself in the presence of not only a foreign heiress, but the Queen mother!
Would she be laid off for this?! Oh, her poor sick son! She didn't deserve this!
Rhaella stared from the maid back to the glaring Lady Mopatis, not believing what she had heard. But it was better to settle this now.
And so, she feigned a smile.
"Do not worry, my dear. I shall make sure this maid is adequately punished."
As if she'd won tourney, Lady Mopatis smiled in satisfaction, turning raging eyes at the maid. And for the split second Rhaella saw those eyes… she felt she was staring into Aerys' eyes, and she fought down a shiver.
Lady Mopatis then turned towards the Queen mother with a smile, curtseying.
"Thank you, your grace."
And with that, she walked off. Her two bulky bodyguards following after.
Rhaella watched them go, breathing out slightly as a frown settled across her face.
Now that won't do.
She turned towards the maid who had a pleading look on her face, and waved her off.
"You may go."
"Y-your grace?"
She stuttered out in shock.
"Try avoiding her for a while, if you can. And do watch where you run, it would not do for workers in the Red Keep to be looked down on."
"Thank you, your grace! Thank you!"
The maid bowed and curtseyed multiple times as Rhaella continued on her way. But this time though, she changed directions, heading for her son, Rhaegar's solar.
She had a lot to discuss with him… especially in the case of him being interested in wedding such a girl to her innocent grandson.
The King's Solar.
The evening skies slowly floated through, with the slight pink tone over the dark skies.
Rhaegar Targaryen sighed slightly as he awaited his final meeting for the day, which was with Varys.
He very well could not wait to be in the arms of his wife. He had missed her company very much. And he wanted to bounce a conversation or two with her.
After what his mother had discussed with him, how could he not?
The door to his solar was knocked on.
"Come in."
He called out slightly, and Varys was allowed in by the guards.
The master of Whisperers bowed as soon as he entered, and Rhaegar waved at his cupbearer who immediately knew what to do as Varys sat down.
"Your grace."
"Varys. Now, you asked to meet with me?"
The King asked as Tion brought two goblets, placing them on the table dutifully before grabbing a wine flask and pouring out an acceptable amount for each goblet and the two men took a sip as Rhaegar excused the younger boy out of the room.
"Your grace, it concerns the Prince."
The eunuch adopted a look of concern on his face which made the King sit up in worry.
"Is he well?"
"Oh yes, your grace. This only concerns the company he is keeping."
Rhaegar relaxed back into his chair, though not fully.
The company his son was keeping?
He hadn't really known his son keeping the company of strange people. Not even during his… visits into town.
Varys must have seen the look on the King's face as he spoke up once more.
"The Lady Dayne, I mean. Though legitimized she may be, many would think otherwise of the growing closeness between those two."
"I see no problem with their closeness, Varys. From what I have heard, nothing untoward is happening between and around them."
"Perhaps, but it is rather concerning. And gossip is being spread across the Red Keep. Many wonder if a union will ever come between your son and a legitimized bastard."
Rhaegar frowned at that and Varys bowed in apologetic respect, leaving the King sighing.
"My apologies your grace. But the stain of bastardy is still an issue in Westeros. Many still remember the Blackfyre rebellion. People will start to wonder if just any bastard can be allowed to reach higher than their station. Especially those ones legitimized."
Rhaegar's eyes sharpened at the similarities Varys was painting up.
He could see reason to his explanation, and yet, Rhaegar had not found an authentic enough reason to warn his son off a growing friendship.
Looking back at Varys, he knew the man was trying to protect the interest of his ward as well.
As much as people saw him as a rather lax king, he was anything but. Able to see what most thought they hid well. Perhaps, it was why he was so calm and easy to talk to. Lull others into a false sense of security?
The Lady Mopatis was of Valyrian heritage. Anyone could see that. And yet, Rhaegar could see some holes here and there when it came to the girl's story.
What family did she come from?
Varys had mentioned an offshoot Qoherys branch. The Qoherys line had died down years back… in Westeros, that is. Perhaps there was another way to trace her lineage.
But for now, he had to be amiable towards Varys. While he had never trusted the man, he was a very good Master of Whisperers… and according to some sources, the only person who came to a close second was a woman named Chattaya who owned a line of brothel all around Westeros and had many informants far as the eye could see.
"And you are sure that tongues are wagging?"
Varys nodded and Rhaegar pretended to think for a moment, before nodding.
"Very well. Thank you, Varys. I will discuss this with Aegon directly. See what he has to say."
As Varys left the solar, Rhaegar sighed once more, deep in thought as he thought of his son's prospects.
Oh, he knew why the boy had befriended the young Dayne girl. After hearing the multitude of stories his mother had gushed on from her childhood, it was only natural and understandable he would want to build such a strong friendship as his mother had.
He pondered whether or not to bring this matter to his son's attention, while also remembering his talk with his own mother earlier, about the Lady Mopatis.
He had seen the look in her eyes as she compared her to Aerys. That bad certainly concerned him a lot. His mother had seen something, and he had no reason not to believe her.
Much to think on…
The King sighed again.
Flea Bottom.
"Where are we going?"
Lyarra asked after they said goodbye to Redbeard, walking through the streets rather closely to each other, the evening skies protecting Aegon's identity even better. His hair had not been dyed this time, rather powdered in a dark blue and then tied up which made his angular jaw and neck stand out more, something that attracted her attention more than should.
The prince of Westeros turned with an easy going smile that seemed to work wonders more than it should.
"You liked the bards last time and so I thought why not? Some travelling bards will be performing at the square later on."
Lyarra turned to him, a little surprised and he chuckled.
"You must think lowly of me if you thought I did not pay attention."
"Oh I didn't mean it like that."
Aegon shook his head with a smile and while Lyarra felt she should say something, she looked away instead, and her eyes spotted a familiar figure in the crowds, stopped by a small kiosk as she seemed to price something.
The summer islander servant she'd seen with the Lady Mopatis.
She had no idea she'd stopped walking, which in turn prompted Aegon into doing the same.
Lyarra noticed a slight bruise on her cheek, almost like a nail mark and she stifled a grimace, already suspecting who it was from.
"Lyarra?"
"Give me a moment."
She only said, before taking a few steps towards the girl.
She was slender and spoke rather well for a servant too. And she must have noticed her as she turned and immediately curtseyed.
"My lady."
"You're the girl from a few days ago. What is your name?"
"Missandei, my Lady."
"My name is Lyarra."
Missandei smiled at her which she reciprocated.
She spotted the blue haired boy a little further away, trying to look as inconspicuous as he could be on the busy street. But Missandei was not a dullard. She had not lived so long without being clever and spotting things ordinary or otherwise.
She knew who that was already.
Something Lyarra noticed as she raised a hand discreetly.
"Please. Don't."
Missandei stared at the girl, so different from her mistress. So different from the many owners in Pentos. A noble, actually begging her?
How very curious.
And so she bowed in acquiescence.
"Of course, my lady."
Lyarra thanked her, deciding perhaps it was time to go, but the bruise on her cheek didn't sit right with her.
"You can get some honey for that… just ask the maids in the Red Keep. They'll be very sympathetic to you, I believe."
Missandei stared at her in surprise, watching as Lyarra walked back to the blue haired prince and together they walked off.
And a smile blossomed across Missandei's face again, ignoring the slight pain on her cheek.
"What a lovely couple they'd make…"
Flea Bottom's square was a slightly large and open circular area with a miniature fountain with a bronze statue of the Queen Elia sprouting water from a water pot in her hand.
A couple of bards scattered around, entertaining people with small cups laid at their feet for change given to them.
Lanterns held above the streets ensconced the area in a golden glow while chatters filled the air.
Lyarra could not stop the smile that blossomed on her as she looked around. Things like this made her understand just how different the North was from the South. Especially the types of entertainments involved.
It wasn't that the North didn't have bards, for they did. But traveling bards rarely ventured further in, due to the alarming coldness it exuded.
Aegon smiled down at her.
"Come. There is a new bard you might enjoy."
He gently took her by the hand, and led her towards the fountain where a woman sat with a lyre harp, playing away softly that she touched Lyarra's heart with the piece she was playing. Next to her, a man played the flute, making the combination of both instruments sound almost holy to the ears.
"Which do you play better. The harp of the lyre?"
She whispered next to Aegon who thought about it for a second.
"I would say the harp. More because I learnt it at the feet of my father as a child. Our quiet time was more or less that. He was busy during my early childhood. The kingdom getting through a war then."
Aegon smiled, eyes still on the bards though Lyarra focused on him.
"My father is sort of a solitary soul, you see. My mother usually was the one who could get to him. But the harp was his first love, in her opinion."
He grinned, looking back at Lyarra.
"There is some magic to it, don't you think?"
As the musical note ended, the small crowd clapped and cheered happily, the pair included, and a mischievous feeling settled in Lyarra.
"Why don't you play then?"
She nudged him with a smirk and he looked at her incredulously.
"Pardon?"
Lyarra laughed, pushing him forward.
"Come on! You're really good."
"Perhaps, but this is not my time to shine."
He laughed though he allowed her to push him forward till he was in front of the lady with the lyre harp.
"Good evening, m'lady. May I borrow your lyre? A certain someone would not let me rest otherwise."
He threw an exasperated look at Lyarra who looked unconcerned, arms crossed and the lady chuckled, handing it to him and standing up from her place by the fountain.
"Well then, better do as your lady tells ya."
Aegon smiled, glancing at Lyarra where she stood a little to the side and he shook his head, sitting down, the lyre harp on his lap as he brushed his fingers daintily on the strings.
"What will you play?"
He hummed for a moment, before he came up with an answer.
"The new song by the upcoming opera singer in Braavos."
"Ah…"
The lady smiled knowingly before sneakily moving to stand by Lyarra who only had eyes for the prince as he slowly started to play.
As the melody filled the air, Lyarra smiled at the softness of it all. Aegon's mouth moved as he seemingly sang the lyrics quietly to himself.
It was almost magical. The golden glow of the evening ensconcing him in a beautiful light.
He was rather breathtaking.
And then… he laid his eyes on her, and her heart beat faster than it should.
She knew her cheeks were red as he smiled and only looked at her… like she was the only one in sight and in mind.
The harpist who stood next to Lyarra noticed the obvious connection between them and smiled, leaning towards the younger girl.
"My… he looks at you like only you matter. He must truly love you."
Lyarra's heart stuttered at that, as she raised a shaky hand to her heart.
"N-no he does not."
The harpist grinned.
"Do you perhaps know the words to the song he plays?"
Unable to take her eyes off of him… Lyarra shook her head in slight confusion, and the harpist looked away with bright eyes, humming the melody Aegon was playing.
And then… she sang the words.
"So take my hand… take my whole life too… for I.. can't… help, falling in love… with you…"
Lyarra's breath caught in her throat. Suddenly rapid and feeling dizzy.
He looked up at her as the song slowly came to an end, and as the harpist sang the last words to the song, Lyarra read Aegon's lips as it moved with the song.
"For I… can't… help… falling in love… with… you…"
His fingers strummed the last part of the melody and as it came to an end, Aegon's smile lit up the area as everyone cheered.
And Lyarra…
Lyarra practically shut down with a number of emotions going through her mind.
And so she turned away, stumbling past the crowd as she breathed in and out, trying to steady herself.
Aegon frowned slightly, standing up and dropping the lyre as he watched Lyarra walk away.
"Lyarra!"
He called out as he jogged after her, catching up and taking her hands in his, and they fit like they were made to be there. And he held hers like they were the most delicate things in the world… and Lyarra felt absolutely horrible.
He looked down at her with a confused smile.
"Are you okay?"
She stared at their entwined hands in their middle, and back up at him, smiling shakily.
"I… yes, I just… it is a rather cold evening."
Aegon chuckled in amusement.
"A lady of the North, affected by the chill of the South. T'is the end of the world!"
He called out dramatically causing some passers-by to stare at him oddly, and Lyarra let out a startled laugh making him smile in satisfaction.
In that moment, it seemed like they were the only ones in the square. As they had eyes for each other.
The evening breeze blew and Aegon brushed some of her hair behind her ear.
Lyarra bit her lip as his hand trailed down her chin and remained there. His eyes staring into hers as if searching for something, and he chuckled lowly.
"You are maddening… Lyarra Dayne."
"Am I?..."
She whispered back… unsure what to do… what to say, and Aegon moved even closer, the space between them non-existent as he brought his lips a little closer, and her breath caught, leaving her lightheaded.
Taking her lack of movement as all he needed, he tilted his head slightly… and as his lips caressed hers in a light and faint touch… It felt like a thousand fireworks exploding in the night sky.
And it was enough to snap Lyarra out of her mind, as she let out a gasp of panic, moving away from Aegon.
And without a thought, turned on her heels and ran in whatever direction she could.
"Lyarra! Wait!"
Even Aegon's calls were ignored as he went after her, and he eventually lost her in the crowd.
And Aegon let out a soft sigh, as he ran his hands through his powdered blue hair with no little disappointment.
Aelora's Apartment.
"Where is Missandei!"
Aelora screeched where she stood by her balcony, and her maid servant bowed.
"In town, my lady. She went to pick up some of your new dresses at the Seamstress as well as run some errands."
Aelora grumbled beneath her breath.
"How slow of her… no matter. You! Have you gotten the information I need?"
"Yes, my lady. The prince's nights in the coming week should be free."
"Perfect."
The Mopatis heiress grinned rather eerily.
It was time to take matters into her own hands.
In book canon, there isn't actually a thing as Unburnt. And even Daenerys' ability to withstand fire is quite touchy, but i decided it could be a thing amongst some of the Valyrian 40, especially those more powerful than the Targaryens were.
Who else loved Elia threatening Garlan over Lyarra? That woman can be sweet but scary. And Rhaella is the true definition of Asian/African moms wanting their son to get married quickly and give them children, isn't she? Poor Viserys, lol. I 5hink that's why he went off to Essos. But she is in the right about Aelora. She is getting rather finicky to understand.
Seems the King suspects the bloodline of Aelora... He's not as lax as he seems is he?
In case you all don't know who Chattaya is, she owns a brothel in King's Landing. Here though, she has more connections and power as i made her sort of take over Baelish' side of things. She's not sleazy like the man but she knows how to use her girls to gain whatever information she wants.
And things finally took a turn in the relationship between Lyarra and Aegon. While others imagined or planned, Aegon took matters into his own hands. We'll have to see if it works in his favor or not.
And not to forget Aelora's plan coming up.
NEXT CHAPTER, Lyarra tries avoiding the prince but it eventually comes to a standstill once again which brings them even closer. Varys finds out about Aegon and Lyarra, and Aelora's fury grows into madness as she finally proves just how dangerous she can be.