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A/N: Well I finally got to where I wanted, now I can slow the story down and flesh out the many minute details.
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127, Myr
"We are a strength of over eighty thousand with around fifty thousand on horseback and sufficient training; depending on the state of the realm and the opposition you will either be defending the Stepstones on ground or sea from all sides bolstering our own defenses. The other option, you would be guardsmen for someone or somewhere which you deem to fit." Joffrey Lonmouth finished to the Sellsword captain named Feris Toltan; a heavy muscled brown haired balding man who had a green mustache. He commanded the modest company who were named the Sand Scalpers, who were five thousand strong while only a couple hundred on horseback.
Joffrey sported a light blue eyepatch with the scarred and uneven skin that while healed mostly was still red and sank his injured cheek giving half of his face a hollow look. He was in a brown tunic and black trousers of a light material; they were seated in a small tavern that held about eighteen people not including the workers and owner.
Haedy sent him back to Essos again six months past to recruit allies and enlist men to the Targaryen, Velaryon, and Bloodstone armies and fleet, that has intermittently been his mission for the past decade; while they did pay the sellswords and sellsails similar to those would in a common contract, it slowly morphed into a wage, and then a job. Especially at some times when the Prince would personally go to their decent number of fully furnished barracks to then conjure large slabs of solid gold larger than even the most royal of carriages, horses included, did the sellsword soldiers and captain know this man would shower and spoil them in riches if they did their job efficiently.
That is why Lys is far more wealthy than they have ever been in their existence, rumours say the Prince flew to the island, demanded Lys to kneel, yield supplies and kidnapped men, women, and children to discourage retaliation. The magisters of the other Free Cities believed they were next on the Prince's agenda and almost closed their gates from paranoia, until the worst happened. Lys, Tyrosh, and Braavos defected to the Stepstones Kingdom unofficially; Immediately ceasing all shipments and communications with the other Free Cities while the trade flourished, even the smallfolk and freed slaves from Lys.
The Magisters, Archon, and other former slave owners weren't as abrasive to freeing their slaves in the face of the incalculable amount of gold he presented them; Hae's abilities even brung the Sealord and the Bankers of Braavos under his pseudo ownership. The Prince even absentmindedly purchased several pillow houses, Haedryn only employed the most beautiful and clean women of all shapes, sizes, and colours from every reach of the world. The establishments were of the utmost cleanliness and the guardsmen protected the prostitutes from the most aggressive clients; but the support for the Targaryen Prince heightened drastically when Johanna Swann, the Black Swan of Lys came to be in his employ as she presumably was the real control in Lys.
Braavos was by far the easiest to cement under the Prince's rule with his ability to create gold from nothing had the Iron Bank in his belt. An organization whose basis is to increase the flow of income and stay ahead of finances in all realms and lands surely took care to bridge and secure the relationship with the new Narrow Sea Paramount. The Sealord and certain keyholders were still slightly coarse over the real power being handed over to a westerosi Prince but they're greed and ambitions were simmered from the numerous concessions Prince Haedryn presented them.
"Is this where some of the companies disappeared to? A westerosi Prince? For what reason is he amassing such an army?" A bright orange haired man with a round face said who sat beside Feris with a gruff voice. "It's not about why he's organizing allies and amassing his soldiers, it's about when he will use them." The captain relayed to his second, while Lonny was a strategic and smart man; he never kept up with the going ons of Westeros, but unbeknowingly to him Feris is the one who sent an envoy to Bloodstone to assimilate his men into the Prince's.
The Captain wasn't as ignorant of the west to completely disregard them, and Prince Haedryn recruiting and hiring any able bodied persons who wanted to find work for easy gold. Most of the folk who were naive or knew very little about Westeros completely ignored the Prince's request the first time ten years ago; but when the more knowledgeable started asking questions he conveyed the various amounts of work, better living conditions and probable wage if they would join him.
A plethora of men and women had an inquisitive but disbelieving eye, that was until he conjured a golden ingot three times the size of his hand and held it up presentingly. He then passed it to a woman in the crowd who grabbed the ingot looking at him with a dipped head and reverence and many bastard Valyrian thank yous. He then made smaller finger size pillars of gold before throwing those in the crowd, and telling the masses they would want for nothing and they would be safe. To be honest it wasn't much of a speech, just a loud work offer. Those of all ages, even entire families were running to their homes or tying loose ends then making way to the Velaryon and Bloodstone fleet preparing for the new opportunities with their various skills.
Feris knew about the civil war that was brewing in the depths of Westeros; he knew that while the civil war would be bloody, only Princess Rhaenyra really stood at an advantage, not to mention the dragons that were surely on her side.
That was why he agreed to a clandestine meet to gauge what exactly this new smartly allied army entailed. "I see," Feris started slowly, looking Joffrey over with a keen stare, "When is the time of departure?"
The Red Keep
Aegon Targaryen was standing behind his nephews Jacaerys and Lucerys with their wild onyx hair; Jace with a dazzling mismatched eye colour of jade and violet, Luke with the green sparks cracking through his lavender irises while Aemond was standing with one of the dragonkeepers at his back receiving instruction to tame his future mount.
A deep blue sapphire coloured dragon named Urryvon who owned a calm demeanor and orange eyes showed neutrality; his brother never told anyone where he got the mysterious azure egg and wouldn't budge on the matter. He had an inkling but honestly he did not much concern himself with it, his brother can officially stop moping about not having a dragon like the rest of them.
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Alicent was in the King's chambers debating the fatherhood of Rhaenyra's children to Viserys; while she was not surprised they hatched dragons rather quickly; her own children struggled to hatch their eggs, they were not of the loins of their mother's husband. They were bastards, born of Prince Haedryn's seed and although she had no proof she was a hundred percent certain.
"To have one child like that is a mistake, to have three is an insult." The Queen continued her tirade not at all taking heed to the forbidden topic. "Their grandmother is of the blackest of hair, why must it be a consequence for nature to bestow traits on us whether we want to or not? It is also common knowledge traits from grandsires and mothers, or even longer down the line could resurface in the recent born." The King spoke patiently to his wife, not at all seeing the issue of his grandchildren's colouring. While the black hair was clearly Rhaenys', the green in their eyes was of course the hidden trait from Rhaenyra that surfaced in her brother.
"Do not speak of this again." He said in a voice bartering no argument, standing and walking off briskly with a parting soft hand to her shoulder. Left in her thoughts to seeth in her frustration she exited and continued on with her day in a silent rage, her faithful Kingsguard and confidant Ser Criston listening attentively to her ails, imparting whatever words of wisdom he could whether appropriate or not.
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Maeve was seated beside Rhaenyra in a long red silk dress that hung to her curves that only greatened due to her past pregnancies, Joffrey in her arms while the Princess held Selaena Targaryen in her lap who was born 5 years prior from the black haired woman. Her secondborn was silver of hair and big round doe eyes of the most serene of emeralds; when her older brother was born the realm was shocked that Prince Haedryn sired a bastard, he never appears as one for a dalliance in the sheets and never known as a man for such appetites baring the incident with his sister many years ago.
It didn't take long for the King to legitimize his grandson almost immediately, and trueborn or not; he had the blood of the dragon and magics of Old Valyria in his veins. The Queen was against it strongly, requesting that the decision be made with more forethought and concede to a well educated decision. That of course did not end well, nevertheless Viserys was even prouder when his egg hatched two years after his birth. A yellow temperamental dragon the shade akin to the sandy shades of clothing common in essos named Tamarion; long spikes lining his tail and forearms that spread the wide wings.
When Rhaenyra was first informed of the relationship between her brother and her handmaiden she was quite apprehensive about it all, but now Nyra knew they were sister-wives in all but name. She always suspected they were something more but she was never certain until she appeared at her door late one night confessing her pregnancy.
Nyra almost struck her where she stood, she would have, but Maeve has been her most trusted friend for years ever since her brother took her from the city. While the Princess knew that the babe inside both of them were Haedy's; they would have to move forward as one, there can be no room for animosity, if the three would be entangled for life then so be it.
The feelings she had for her twin never faltered as even now he showered her with children and love, presents and stories for all his children that he visited as frequently as he could. And even if he couldn't see her everyday she knew zirȳla paghagon felt just as fiercely as her.
The Princess and her pseudo daughter were talking vividly about her use of accidental magic when she was sleeping soundly the other day.
A tall handmaiden who went to wake the small girl was almost decapitated by an orbiting swirl of trinkets, the Prince's conjurations, and other loose objects around the chambers. She was not able to make it a few feet towards the slumbering silver haired child and eventually decided to fetch the Princess and Maeve who were already out attending their responsibilities.
By chance the servant ran into Jaegon first who was the spitting image of his father. When she explained to the boy he told her it would be alright and that she would be well. He then requested that she still notify the Princess and his mother before he swiftly walked towards his sister's room and presumably remedied the situation.
As she was in thought her sworn shield and husband, Ser Harwin and Ser Laenor entered her chambers that were full of the two mothers' children barring their second son Jae who was more than likely in the dragonpit.
"I heard it was a boy Princess." Harwin said to his charge with a small smile on his face, although he had affections for the Princess; he knew who the sire of her children were and vowed to protect her with his life if he must. He admired the Prince and thought him a good and honest man, he would follow him any day, but his charge is the Princess.
"He is, Laenor named him Joffrey." Rhaenyra said genially as Maeve handed him to Ser Harwin carefully, Laenor went to tend to his sons who were in deep discussion about something or the other in the corner of the vast solar. The Princess has found a confidant and wise advisor in her sworn shield in these years that surpassed the "friend" her foolish younger self believed Ser Criston was. What a farce it truly was, his kind demeanor shifted to one of a vile cretin who's more than likely being encouraged by his charge Queen Alicent.
"A strong name, he will grow into a fine Prince of House Targaryen." Harwin inspected the child in his arms, unruly black small hairs on his head and eyes just as purple as his mother's. After a few moments he handed the Prince back to his second mother and began to relay the message one of Prince Haedryn's "patronuses" spoke to him.
"Prince Haedryn sent word that he will be leaving Bloodstone for King's Landing in three months time, he is to finish settling some of the scheduled soldiers from Lys and Braavos that arrived a few nights ago Princess." Harwin spoke while standing straight backed, surveying the room. "If he has whores tell him I said to send him here, our brothels need the merchandise." She responded as she got to her feet with a groan and placed Selaena on hers. "I will retire, childbirth has tired me, a word Maeve?" Rhaenyra slowly strolls with Selaena's hand gripped in hers and her handmaiden trailing behind to the other side of her chambers, shutting the large curtain behind them after the Princess takes a small look towards Laenor who was talking to the two eldest children from her womb in the corner quietly.
Harwin took his leave to stand at the chamber's entrance with a low "Princess, Lady Maeve". Laenor's voice could now be heard through the silence that reigned the room.
"How is your magic boys?" The Velaryon knight asked the young Prince, Lucerys seemed to be out of the conversation. "It is going well, nowhere near as proficient as father but I can move small things for a second or so. Luke is just excited to feel his magic." Jacaerys turned to his official sire. The boys knew who their real father was early in life; their mother and her twin were clear in the boys' parentage even at a young age.
It was a day when Haedy visited the Keep with an abundance of gifts, tales and little shows of magic he informed them that they would be able to accomplish soon. Jaegon, Jace, Lucerys, and even little Selaena, were in attendance. The only two absent were his two children by his wife Lady Prudence; his eldest child by his wife being his daughter Delaehrys and his son who was born two years after her, Maelarr who were on Bloodstone.
Jace had asked his father why he didn't become heir, it would seem to be the easiest choice, he could have just married his mother. He then saw something he had never seen before in his sire's eyes; self loathing and hate exuded from him, not directed at anyone else but himself when he dropped his head and looked at the ground.
Haedryn spoke in a hollow tone as he gave the explanation. "I was an idiot." He said plainly, starting his honest answer to his son's inquiry that shocked his children. They had never heard him speak so adverse to his own being.
"I never fully realized the consequences of my inactions before my actions weren't my own anymore. It is I who has cursed this family for the future disasters we will endure, and I could never forgive myself for throwing you into a world that will descend into chaos for selfish reasons. Mayhaps I am exaggerating and the price would not be as grave as I believe, but it might be." The collective's father said to them as he slowly picked his head up and looked them over slowly with eyes glistening with unshed tears and a smile on his face.
"But we are dragons. We are magic. Wizards, witches, sorcerers, sorceresses and the like, we are the first since Old Valyria and we must stay together with Fire and Blood for we are all we have." Haedryn said to his children kindly but emphasizing how the family needs to stay close. Any further crevices in House Targaryen and it might not survive.
Ever since that day a short time ago, Jace has vowed to keep his family in power. While he isn't entirely sure where to begin, he can start with his magic. His father told them to exercise their cores in his absence, for it may prove their greatest weapon.
"Your lessons?" The Velaryon knight questions lightly as he strokes Luke's wild hair that only increases the young Prince's sleepiness who was sprawled on his back. "The Maester says I resemble my mother in her studies when she was young." Jacaerys yawned out
"He will arrive soon, I am sure he still has much to teach you about the arts, and you are one of the brightest boys I know, it would be a crime if the Maester did not acknowledge that. I am to arrive in Pentos to meet with your granduncle in a week, we have business to discuss…" He trailed off, he looked to his right and saw his wife's children snoring softly with Jace's back against the wall, head laid on his own shoulder and Luke completely slumbered under his light combing.
He does not have children of his loins, but he would protect his wife and friend's with his life as if they were his, he thought of them as such. While they were never close before the wedding, it ended in a tragedy that thrusted more discord between the two houses minutely.
After the Last War of The Stepstones the three dragonriders gained influence and renown through the decade. To strengthen the dynasties and power of the three interconnected families, even House Darklyn is now the wealthiest House in Westeros under the Targaryen and Velaryon union. The Velaryon's fleet has increased tenfold with a full armada of over seven thousand ships that have branched off to patrol the Narrow and Sunset Sea. The Targaryen and Velaryon dragons are bountiful and growing larger by the day, it sounds akin to a boon if you are not considering the shadow civil war that manifests.
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Larys Strong sat in the Queen's chambers divulging himself slowly on the assorted eatery. Ornate plates of light meats, cheeses and fruits scattered the wide table. He was thinking about the plentiful Targaryen bastards that are littering the Red Keep, assuredly his Queen would also feel untoward to them. They are as clear as day Prince Haedryn's children but the King will see what he wants to see.
Queen Alicent strutted through the closed doorway at a quicken pace, not giving attention at all to the lecherous man at her table. Instead opting to slump into the padded wooden chair across from him, placing her hands over her face to relieve some sort of discomfort from her head that blossomed during the day. "Might I presume that you are in an ill mood my Queen?" Alicent removes her hands and glances at Lord Larys before filling a small plate of fruit.
"You shall presume correctly my Lord." The Queen sighs. "My husband adores Rhaenyra's children and sees past her transgressions." Larys takes a longing look at his Queen before plucking a piece of cheese with his fork and devouring it. He lets the groundy taste sit on his tongue for a few seconds before swallowing. "Not just her transgressions I take it? If someone kept a closer eye, the times of birth and the Prince's visits coincided perfectly, whether he was trying to be secretive or not, the realm suspects." Lord Lary's silky voice hums over the table.
"It is a naught matter whether the realm suspects or not, her husband is not their father, and to pass them off as her official trueborn children is disgusting." Alicent Hightower spit. "Mayhaps, my Queen, it is not the children you resent so vehemently, but the father?" Her spymaster chides with a light smile. "I could be mistaken, but you and the Prince have exchanged ravens? I believe I perceived the signifying dark blue rippled wax of Bloodstone letters. Almost representing Valyrian steel with how valuable the information inside was." He voiced with his oily tone, taking it in stride as he continued nibbling on his fill.
With a loud clang the Queen dropped her utensils and glared at her spymaster. A long silence filled the chambers that was only broken by the clanks and clangs of Larys' continuous feasting. "I don't believe that is of your concern Lord Larys, you forget yourself." The Strong Lord still had his wide toothless smile on his face, his inky long hair fluttered down his brown and nape. "I am the reason you only know so much about the going ons of essos and Prince Haedryn's business, it is my duty to assist you and inform you of future troubles my Queen, like any loyal servant of the realm."
Before Alicent could dismiss him he takes another bite of cheese before wiping his mouth and excusing himself from the room, and rather quickly at that with his ailment. The Queen was in shambles over her closely guarded secret, no one knew of her slight correspondence with Haedy. While it wasn't more than four pieces of parchment, it was the contents that would turn heads.
Her letters detailing all the various emotions she felt during her childhood with them, how she was jealous of Rhaenyra and angered that he made no inkling towards his duty until it was taken from him. How her father goaded her to whore herself to the King and Princess Rhaenyra's threat to her children. Questioning him on his motives and what he wants. It was juvenile really, but her emotions got the best of her and she wrote until her knuckles cracked.
Raw emotions sprayed on multiple letters that Haedryn sent back with his reply that had nothing more than four words. We will talk soon.
She received the response two months ago, which was his last visit, and instead of speaking to her then, he disappeared and went to Bloodstone. She genuinely despises the Prince, a deep loathing that only multiplied during the years, but she does not hate him.
x-X-x
Bloodstone
It was a mid morning day when Lady Prudence awoke, secured in muscled arms that sagged around her swollen stomach. She has been on Bloodstone for ten years and she has never felt so complete.
The arrival on the very large island confused her thoroughly as she arrived by ship, her pregnancy term didn't agree with dragonback. The long sandy beaches have been broken off into docks and stalls for any passing trade vessels and fleet resupplies as one of the handful of supply depots. What her husband had initially told her was a battleground, has turned into a modest town that held smallfolk and minor lords from the west and east. Taverns, brothels, and inns were in abundance in the heavily populated town. Even some of the more clandestine businesses took house in some caves that weren't being used as a choke point.
The people bowed and echoed her and her husband's name through the large area as they walked by. Her heavily pregnant stature was being supported by her faithful Prince, she was ready to hit the birthing bed any of the soon coming days as she was reaching her peak. In a month and a half her husband and trusted builders completely formed the island to their needs. Two small keeps were built with Bar Emmon's second son, Tobin in the east and Ser Corwyn Corbray, the younger brother of Lord Leowyn who resided in the west.
The two new Stepstones Lords worked closely with the Prince to establish the land as a strategic holding and a bountiful chain of islands that would keep themselves sustained.
Prue recalls the time Hae explained to her how he completely carved and repurposed the caves into reinforced barracks that would make them more habitable and open. But a strongpoint to would be invaders.
Her thoughts were interrupted with a slight pang in her abdomen. 'Their babe was awake' as she smiled to herself in the darkened room, although Prue was elated, she has always had tough pregnancies. Her little dragons always had her knocking on the Stranger's door after, she would sleep for days and the household would pray for her recovery. Lady Prudence was loved among the Stepstones, she would ride to the other islands on dragonback with her husband and personally listen to their woes.
The smallfolk without jobs were practically nonexistent and if they were found or even orphaned children, would be offered a place of work on Bloodstone personally or one of the other smaller islands with another Lord. She would occasionally roam the stalls and the town to purchase the wares that might have caught her eye or they were for her children. Prue did not pay much to the reverence the smallfolk sent towards her, for she was not there to be worshiped by anyone but her husband.
Her goal was to give her children a life without hardship and strife, plots and politics. She knew that she could never give them that, but she could have them want for nothing. The smallfolk adored watching her children ride their dragons across the lands and mountains, even the lords of the other islands enjoyed the suppers and feasts with their liege Lord's family.
"What gave you that look on your face my beautiful wife?" Haedy asked her as he tightened his hold on her and laid a lazy hand on her four month pregnant belly. She gave a sigh of happiness with red in her cheeks when he started rubbing her stomach slightly. "Our children, and our lives." Prue whispers out. "Is there something unsatisfactory?" Haedy kisses the base of her nape, using the same tone as her next to her ear.
"Of course not, my love. I am happy, and it is all because of our children and you." She moans that last part as he starts to suck and nip behind her ear and neck. "I could make you feel a lot more than happy." Her husband slid his hand under her slip to grasp her breast and squeeze slightly. The low whine that erupted from her was full of lust and passion for her beloved.
"Gods I want you to," His wife gave a low moan before she grabbed his hand that lay on her breast, squeezed it once more as a parting gift and then removed it to throw the bedding from around their naked forms. "But we need to wake our dragons, and you have business to attend to." She told him, but her body disagreed as she turned so they were now face to face and sank forward closer to him, in the now chilled bed. Their bare forms highlighted from the streaks of sunlight streaking through the otherwise darkened room.
Prue wraps an arm around his neck and the other laid upon his chest that housed a large gash starting from below his left collarbone that spanned down diagonally his right hip. An odd rough red scarring that her husband said occurred when he became a little careless in a battle in the Disputed Lands. "When should you be due for the babe?" Hae asked her, running his hands lightly over her belly. "The maeaster said three months, but she might come early."
"She?" Her husband raised an eyebrow at her. He then slowly leaned forward and kissed her lips as soft as a feather falling to the floor. She tightened her arm around his neck and embraced him closely as she answered his kiss with the love she felt for him, taking heed of their child in the middle of them. Playing with his onyx curls that went in every which way, "I can feel it, a baby girl, with your black hair and green eyes. Honestly I hope that's all she gets from you." Prue told him with a laugh as she ended their kiss. She pecks him one more time before standing and stretching her resting bones.
"You know even Aurora thinks we're having a daughter?" Haedy chuckles back to her, his venomous viper of the darkest of green that now reached the stretch of seven feet in length was elsewhere, most likely hanging from a tree on the grounds. He funnily enough found her on the edge of Dorne in Ghost Hill, and she has stayed by his side, or oddly enough in his clothes ever since.
"I will always find it odd you can speak to snakes, dragons I would assume make sense it is a more mental occurrence than anything so you tell me…but a snake's physical language is queer." His wife tells him with a thoughtful out of body look. "Our children speak it too, and they love Rorie." He laughed at her misfortune of being stuck with parselmouths, while he knew her attitude towards it was in jest he still liked to get one over on her.
"Of course dear husband, how could I forget." She rolls her eyes with a hidden smile, she then proceeds to retrieve and arrange her clothing for the day.
"Your mother wants to see her grandson." Haedy says, following her out the bed before conjuring a very wide tub and filling it with water, he then clocked his wrist to the left and the water slowly started to steam, the water not hot enough for discomfort but enough to feel clean.
"She will see him when I give birth to our newest and they can travel." She slowly stepped into it and beckoned him to follow her, they might have a couple minutes.
x-X-x
"Princess, I am not sure this course of action is wise." Ser Steffon, the now aged knight who was still in his prime some would say, chastised his charge's daughter, Delaehrys. Her guard, Ser Terry Piper, thirdborn son to Lord Petyr Piper, had a small smile on his face as he was already accustomed to the Princess' antics.
The trio were standing outside of the Lord's chambers in the family wing. The black steel hallways were full of Targaryen and Darklyn tapestries hung down from the elegantly crafted stonework. Dragon and snake heads hung open with the tapestries clung to their bared fangs, torches about every fifteen steps or so to give the corridors a dim look.
"And why not? I will hit him this time, do not deny me such a small thing Ser." She said in her most innocent voice, "I just venture to jape lightly with my father." A faux proper tone coming from the short red haired girl with bright silver highlights cascading down her various locks. Large violet globes for eyes, and a sharp face similar to her father. Dalaehrys was the most proficient of Haedy's children in magic for such a young age. The girl was able to throw minor hexes a short distance before they fizzled out, summoning and banishing objects that were of near proximity, even levitating objects for a while.
She was a prodigy with the wit of a woman twice her age, she liked to visit the small orphanages on the island to give the other children little shows and purchase food for them to keep their spirits up. Her dragon, Pyrdot, was a black and lilac shaded mild mannered bulk of a reptile who had eyes of purple. Five years of age but he grew quickly, already saddled and ridden multiple times at her age of nine.
"And why do you call me Princess? My father's titles do not pass on to me and you've done so since I was little." She asked him with a raised eyebrow, sending a deep chuckle to the long time Darklyn knight that was full of mirth. "I didn't know I was so funny." She continued petulantly not liking the knight who apparently found her a great jape.
"Apologies Princess, it is not you I found funny, you just reminded me of your father in his youth, I call you and your brother Prince and Princess because you are the royalty of Bloodstone. Not officially of course but the smallfolk, and Lord and Ladies are endeared to you both. You are the children of our Prince and we recognized him as a man who compelled those to follow him first, not his titles. Your brother and you are the sun and moon of Bloodstone, those of the lands have recognized that, we have recognized it.
"Hmm… flattery will get you nowhere Ser Steffon you are still discouraging my-." Dela's jestingly haughty response was interrupted by steps being heard behind the chamber doors and muffled voices and giggles.
The two knights share a look and sigh with shaking heads as she steps a couple feet back and readys her hand to send a spell toward her fast coming father.
"-might be in Corkeep or out and about on his dragon my love." She heard her father speak to her mother. They were stepping out, her mother first who was looking behind her toward her father with an irritated face. Her target walked into her sights with an exasperated face, not at all noticing his daughter in the motion of sending a small orange ball the size of a pebble towards him. It inches closer and closer, she was sure she hit them with it.
With a speed rarely seen of her father he halted his conversation and swiped his hand to the side, successfully batting her stinging hex back towards her, hitting her square in the forehead.
"You really must try better than that eh Dels?" Haedy grinned at his daughter as she held her head and exclaimed in minor pain. The knights Steffon and Terry were even letting some light laughs loose at Lady Dalaehrys' misfortune.
The matriarch however wasn't as lenient as her husband and was not a fan of spells flying around the keep and told her off for her misbehavior. "Delaehrys Targaryen, what did I tell you about spellfire in the castle!"
"Apologies mother," The young girl started with her best impression of being properly chastised, a small red dot marking the middle of her brows "father promised me a sword and more magic training if I successfully caught him off guard with a spell of my choosing." Lady Prudence whipped her head back towards her husband and narrowed her amber eyes in a glare that cowed even the highly experienced knights. Her husband was worse for wear under her scrutinizing eye.
"What's this I hear about our daughter handling swords and encouraging magic in the halls?" She asked slowly. Haedy averted his gaze from his wife and towards his daughter, she gave him a shrug. "She wants proper arms training, and who am I to deny her what she wants Prue. Mine own sister had small weapons training, little it may have been but all the same."
"I agreed to her learning to defend herself, not to swing a sword and wield destructive magic like you Haedryn." His wife continued.
He turned his head to her for a few seconds just looking her over before nodding to himself vacantly, Hae then looked at his daughter.
"Jikagon jurnegon syt aōha lēkia, kesan ȳdragon naejot aōha muña tolī." He told her with a smile, Dala complied with a silent nod and small smile that didn't reach her eyes. Her and her guard's departure echoing in the corridor getting quieter by the step.
Meanwhile his wife narrowed her eyes even further, while she loved her family and their Targaryen heritage, she never took the time to learn the language, and while before it didn't grate her, now it was a frustration. Instead of Haedryn getting another word in, she turns around sharply and struts away.
Haedy just looked at her evacuating form and sighed deeply. "She will come around Haedryn, having one's child's daughter or not wielding weapons is always a worrisome sight, and we both know how devastating magic can be when wielded efficiently." Ser Steffon said with a low tone, sensing the unrest in his charge's mind. "I know Ser, we are both stubborn in our own rights. Could you…?" Haedy asked the knight to tail his wife with a silent nod of his head in her direction.
"Of course, my Prince." He responded with a nod and walked swiftly to catch up and shadow the Lady Prudence.
Haedy just stood there and contemplated the various tasks he needed to complete soon, although his long awaited conversation with the Queen mayhaps take precedence.
x-X-x
zirȳla paghagon
(her breathe)
Jikagon jurnegon syt aōha lēkia, kesan ȳdragon naejot aōha muña tolī.
Go search for your brother, I'll talk to your mother later.
A/N: I'm still taking suggestions, I'm in love with this story and am curious on what some of you would add or do next. Thanks for reading!