A Tear Of Lys - The Crimson Dragon
Daemon 1-
Daemon never had enjoyed fighting, every morning at the first light his lord father sent him into the courtyard to train with Ser Aerymore and today had seemed to be no different. He had been awoken by his servant Vysella whom would bring him his armour and sword after he had broken his fast. As the boy sat cutting through his blood pudding and bacon his Father's betrothed Lady Anya of House Arragon entered his chambers, it had been several months since Daemon had seen the Lady and he was shocked at her early arrival it was her and his father's wedding in the coming days but he and the rest of the house had expected her on the morrow, he suddenly rose from his seat and found his words,'My lady, it is a pleasure to see you after such a time.' He turned to his servant and directed her toward a pair of Goblets on the golden shelf aside the little lords wardrobe,'A drink?' He asked her, 'Lord Barallor the pleasure is all mine' She said after smiling and nodding to the servant girl. The girl poured the water too quickly stumbling and knocking one of the two polished goblets to the floor she clumsily grabbed the goblet and apologised before filling and placing them on the table which Anya had been seated. The Lady was undoubtedly a beauty many had requested her hand but only his Father had succeeded in proposal unlike the men who came before however this had concerned Daemon why would a political gem and beauty marry his father a middle aged balding man with little prevalence in court it concerned him deeply and for good reason, House Arragon was one of the last remaining dragon families and had the blood of old Valyria they were the rulers of the ruling class in the free cities although she was a third daughter it still seemed queer. He suddenly jerked his silver plate toward the slave girl and turned to the lady, 'How was the journey? We didn't expect your company until the morrow, i do apologize if you were not given the welcome you deserve.'
'Nonsense.' she giggled, 'The roads were forgiving and the welcome was more than what I deserved.' she smiled reaching down to her drink and taking a sip of the ice cold water, her eyes remained glued to mine almost imprisoning me within the conversation, 'You have grown a lot since i last saw you, it must be your 19th name day soon.' The blue dragon drew her cup down to the table and almost whispered, 'The little lord is not so little anymore' her eyes finally leaving mine and turning to the servant who approached refilling her cup.'Yes Father says i am a man grown and will be sending me to Braavos not long after your marriage, it is strange for the roads to be kind during a winter as cold as this one.' There was a sudden knock on the door, 'Enter' I called, a young man entered i recognised him as one of the house guard, 'State your business ser' i demanded, 'Lord Mailair sent me to escort you to the courtyard as your needed immediately' a second man walked in carrying a set of mail, the lady stood and adjusted her long red hair, 'I will leave you too your business my Lord,' she bowed and began to walk for the exit,'My Lads you may skip the titles you are to be my step mother soon' he laughed, 'Thank you very much Daemon' She passed the guards and the lord could here the dragon descending from the top of the tower as a dragon descends upon a battle bringing fire and blood.