Chapter 16.
"Friends don't look at friends that way."
--Tate McRae.
2nd Month. 297AC.
Red Keep.
It had been a week, and Lyarra was still going through a storm roll of emotions.
From the realization of her Unburnt status, she had taken to finding solace in the warmth of naked fire and the beauty it held.
And then, there was the hopeless feeling of getting her very first kiss and running away after.
She let out a sigh as she stared at the red tulips in it's vase. She would have to throw them out soon enough as they were getting past their time, much like the salmon rose already had.
Aegon had… kissed her.
And she had let him…
Her tummy fluttered as she played the scene in her head just as she had for days on end.
It had been… the best feeling and yet, it had invoked fear… insecurity.
Worry.
What her feelings could mean. What the end results could bring. She was Lyarra Dayne now, but she had always been Lyarra Snow, and perhaps the insecurity had never gone though she carries the name Dayne now.
That blight of bastardy… that had kept her in the shadows all her life… that had made her shun the limelight all her life… that had made the idea of a good life seem out of reach… it still haunted her perhaps. Haunted her enough to fear the idea of what her feelings for the prince could result in.
Because try as she might… she knew what some still saw her as.
A legitimized bastard.
A Blackfyre of the Stark family.
What would they say if she showed affection towards Aegon… affection she shouldn't?
She moved from the vase of tulips and absentmindedly sat on her bed, twiddling with her fingers.
She remembered the previous year when she first met the prince at Winterfell.
What she told him about how many would look at her if they suspected she so much as tried to gain the attention of the crown prince of Westeros.
A whore… looking to sink her claws into the prince and wring him of all he had and all he was.
"And yet…"
She mumbled beneath her breath, laying on her back.
She wasn't an idiot.
She noticed the feelings she got around him. She couldn't deny it to herself. Perhaps to others though… maybe.
Still… this was improper.
It was.
It really was.
… And yet she continued trying to convince herself.
So far she'd avoided him and he hadn't pushed like he usually would. He seemed to have given her space as well, seeing as he wasn't suddenly around wherever she was.
She should be happy… or rather she was! But still…
It was so… maddening!!!
"Oof!"
Lyarra let out as Ghost laid on her tummy and she let out a small huff of laughter as he settled himself.
"Get off Ghost!"
She poked him slightly and he turned his head away from her as if ignoring his talking bed, and Lyarra sighed with a look of amusement, acquiescing to his silent demands.
"Very well. Perhaps a little petting time before I join the Queen."
She cooed slightly, running her fingers through his smooth white furs.
She had a meeting with the Queen and her fellow Ladies sometime in the afternoon for tea and a little talk and chat.
Thankfully she still had a little more time to get ready, seeing as Ghost was acting rather clingy.
He was a blessing to her raging emotions though, so she was fine with that.
Meanwhile…
Just as Lyarra was going through her dilemma, the prince of Westeros seemed to be stuck in his mind as well.
Seemingly in a mood as he twirled the goblet of Dornish red in his hand, staring at nothing in particular in his uncle's apartment where said man whispered sweet nonsense into his paramour's ear and she smiled seductively at the man.
But Aegon's attention was not on the duo. His mind rather, on a certain lady of the North.
Someone he had come to be very fond of.
Since the first day he saw her, he had termed her very attractive and eye-catching. The daughter of Ashara Dayne, the woman his mother had always praised to him.
He'd drank in her features that day as she stood apart from the other Stark children. So cold in appearance like the North and yet warm like the embers of Dorne.
He'd grown to appreciate her, gaining a friend in the process, and dare he say… a confidante. Someone he could talk freely with, laugh with… without the fear of being used for the other's gain.
And he grew hooked.
And he appreciated and breathed in her spiciness… her rawness. The innocent and seductive fire she unknowingly burned with.
And it embraced him without giving him a way out. Not that he was looking for an escape in the first place.
Rather he embraced it all… embraced her ice and fire. And it had all come to a standstill that day at the square.
His lips turned up into a sly smile as he remembered it all. He wanted more… needed more.
"And what has my nephew smiling like a virgin about to have her first?"
Oberyn's teasing voice cut through his thoughts and Ellaria scoffed while Aegon rolled his eyes, smile widening.
"Come now uncle. You yourself smile like this sometimes."
Aegon threw back and Oberyn smirked, turning towards Ellaria and kissing her knuckles.
"Only when faced with the woman of my dreams."
Ellaria smiled amusedly, before getting to her feet slowly and walking through another door which led to their inner chambers, leaving Oberyn with his out of it nephew.
"Tell me Aegon. What ails your heart?"
Aegon looked away from his untouched goblet of wine, glancing at his uncle with a considering face.
"Tell me uncle, how do you approach a lady you find yourself rather interested in?"
As he said that, Oberyn's eyes widened slightly as he sat up in interest.
"A lady, Aegon? Tell me, is it the Lady Mopatis?"
A frown grew across the younger prince's face and Oberyn let out a gleeful laugh while Aegon threw his uncle a playful look of hurt.
"You hurt me, uncle. You think me so crass?"
"Ha! Well I know it is not the Lady Margaery Tyrell either. Certainly not your type. Too manipulative for you. Although those luscious lips and pert breasts that one could suckle—"
"Enough with your vulgarity uncle Oberyn."
Aegon scoffed taking a sip of his wine and ignoring his uncle's eerie grin.
"Very well. That leaves my first choice for you. Lyarra Dayne."
Aegon turned to his uncle with a curious look from the chair he sat.
"If she was your first choice, why mention Lady Mopatis or Lady Tyrell?"
Oberyn shrugged uncaring.
"Tell me then… is she the one who has you all up in your head?"
Without a pause, Aegon answered.
"Indeed. We have grown… rather close."
Oberyn cackled with glee.
"Oh, is that so? How close are we talking? A cup and feel of her curves or have you plucked the delicious and holy fruit—"
"Uncle!"
He threw an exasperated look at the man who snickered before calming down.
"Very well… I shall stop with my japes. But Aegon, whatever stops you from going after what you want?"
Aegon said nothing for a second, before finally answering.
"She seems rather skittish. Perhaps I moved faster than I should have?"
Oberyn snorted.
"You are much like me in the sense that we go after what we want when the opportunity appears, regardless of how soon it would look to others. A beautiful woman like that Aegon, she isn't one to let out of your grasps so easily. Not a daughter of Ashara Dayne anyways. Believe me, there are many who have been captured by her attention. And when your sister weds in the coming months, many will use that opportunity to approach and try courting her. Ladies like that are usually taken off the market quicker than others. The rare beauties and witty ladies."
Aegon said nothing and Oberyn continued.
"My advise for you, nephew… go for what it is you want. Your mother and father would never fault you for doing that."
With that, he stood up, downing his wine in one go and moving towards his bed chambers.
"Well… duty calls."
He twisted his hips in a rather seductive manner and Aegon rolled his eyes as the man disappeared through the door, and he was left to his thoughts once more.
Tea Room.
Lyarra snorted at something Lady Elena said about the Maester Pycelle as she read through a book the Queen had given her.
It was a small book on poetry all in high Valyrian, and though Lyarra still had quite the issue with the language, she practiced her pronunciations as well as focused on the words she seemed to know.
"Lord Manderly will be arriving in the new month, I hear. And with his younger granddaughter."
Lady Falyse spoke up next to Lady Carina as they embroidered with the Queen.
Calypso played away on the elegant shiny cream Pianoforte.
Lady Sarah, Lydia and Sylvia sipped from their goblets of wine, discussing away at one thing or the other though one ear open to listen to the conversation being held.
It was a very calm late afternoon.
"Perhaps he desires a Southern match for her?"
"What about the older one? Isn't she of age with Lyarra?"
Lyarra looked up from her book and noticed Lady Falyse and Lady Carina staring at her in question and she cleared her throat.
"Oh yes. The younger one should be 13 or 14 name days old."
"Perhaps he keeps the older one around seeing as she is possible heiress to the Manderly seat."
Lady Elena spoke up and Falyse snorted.
"The North is not Dorne where women are allowed to inherit."
"Actually… in the event of no males in the family, the women are allowed to inherit in the North."
Lyarra cut in over the book in her hand.
"Bear island is presently led by the former lord's sister. Maege Mormont."
Lady Lydia nodded at that.
"Indeed. I have heard of her. An horrendously scary woman who claims all her children were fathered by bears."
The women tittered at the ridiculousness and Lyarra stifled a smile behind the book she raised to cover her face.
"Bah! Who cares anyways. Men can be deceitful creatures anyways. Let bears have their taste of women's warmth."
"Elena!"
Lady Falyse called out with red cheeks and the Dornish women smiled in satisfaction while the Queen could only smile in amusement.
Just then, there was a knock on the door and an announcement was made.
"Prince Aegon, your grace, my ladies."
Lyarra sat up immediately, shoulders going stiff and face adopting one of horror behind the book covering her face.
As the door was opened though, she schooled her features before slowly placing the book down on her lap.
The prince looked as eye catching as he usually was. His long silvery blonde hair in a low plait with a red ribbon tied on it, wisps of hair escaping through though.
He smiled, bowing in greeting.
"Ladies. Mother."
He leaned down and placed a kiss on his mother's cheek and Elia smiled as she patted his cheek in return.
"My son… why have you visited me?"
"I just thought I'd join you lovely ladies for a drink."
He winked and the ladies giggled and tittered while Lyarra focused on the book on her lap and Elia shook her head fondly.
"Why you would want to spend time with us wedded women alludes me, Prince Aegon."
Lady Lydia spoke up with a grin, and from where Calypso sat by the Pianoforte, she cut in with a rather sly grin.
"Well… one of us is still unwedded."
They all turn towards said unwed lady whose cheeks turned red as she cleared her throat, raising her book to cover her face as well as pretend she was well into it.
Calypso scoffed amusedly while a smile grew across Aegon's otherworldly face… something his mother immediately caught with eyes alight.
"Why don't you play us a song then?"
Elia requested and her son have her a look which she ignored.
"A song."
He repeated and Elia nodded as she focused back on her embroidery though her ladies listened to their conversation with interest in their eyes.
"Indeed. Come son… entertain us."
Lyarra lowered the book just a little, eyes sticking over the pages curiously while Aegon stared exasperatedly at his mother.
Elia, noticing this, nudged her head almost deceptively towards Lyarra, giving him a knowing look and he sighed.
He could never hide much from her, could he?
His very own Master of Whisperers.
His eyes filtered towards Lyarra though, and she raised her book over her eyes once more, leaving him chuckling slightly.
"Very well. Who am I to disobey the Queen of Westeros and her devious ladies in waiting."
"Oh you know us so well!"
Lady Elena grinned deviously as he walked over to the now vacated Pianoforte while Calypso eagerly sat next to Lyarra.
The prince closed his eyes for a second and then began to play.
It was oriental in melody and very familiar. Lyarra realized it was the song she'd heard Rhaenys play. A song about love and heartbreak, and as the prince played delicately, Lyarra's book slowly lowered until they were on her lap. Her eyes focused on Aegon, going from his face to his delicately moving fingers as she slowly grew lost in the melody.
It was almost melodramatic in sound, and though Lyarra had heard it being played before… it felt different coming from Aegon… and her tear ducts suddenly became heavy as she blinked, teary eyed.
He played so soothingly, Lyarra couldn't look away as she watched his face take on the emotions the song brought and she breathed out quietly.
As the song came to an end, the ladies clapped politely and gushed whole Lyarra looked away, subtly dabbing at her eyes and wondering exactly why she cried in the first place.
Elia though, looked away with her smile growing as she focused back on her embroidery.
Perhaps Rhaenys has been right in what she told her after all.
As the evening slowly settled in and Lyarra's time with the Queen and her fellow ladies came to an end, the silvery blonde was the first to practically run out the room, practically in a daze without looking behind her.
The skies had darkened just a little bit for the passageways to already be lit.
As she turned a couple of corners, distancing herself from the tea room, she breathed out a sigh, calming her rapidly breathing out as she turned a corner.
She got away this time—
"Lyarra!"
Said girl jumped, startled at the very familiar voice a few feet away and she practically picked up her speed.
"Lyarra, wait. We have to talk at some point."
She said nothing, continuing at her pace, and Aegon sighed, saying nothing.
For a second, Lyarra thought he'd given up. But she was wrong as he cornered her into an empty alcove in the hallway, startling her as he trapped her between his hands.
"You are so stubborn."
He huffed out and nervousness filled her up.
"Let me go Aegon."
"Not until you listen to what I have to say."
Lyarra frowned, grim faced.
"We have nothing to discuss."
He raised an eyebrow at that.
"Then why have you been avoiding me?"
"You k-kissed me!"
She stuttered out in a whisper, glancing at the hands that trapped her and he scoffed.
"You could have stopped me before that. Why didn't you?..."
Lyarra swallowed, not sure what to say anymore and he sighed, removing his hands from her sides and standing tall. She could leave now, and yet… she did not.
"Lyarra… my feelings for you have long since moved from platonic."
"Well I see you as just a friend."
She replied back and be stared down at her disbelievingly as if he hadn't quite heard what she'd said.
"Friends?... Friends don't look at friends that way. I know you care for me as much as I do you. Do not try denying it."
"We're friends, Aegon. Of course I care about you."
She tried sounding convincing, but Aegon smiled mockingly at her, prickling her emotions.
"Of course. Friends."
She breathed out her nose, puffing out in anger.
"And how do we stare at each other? What do you mean?"
She demanded and he smiled his oh so beautiful smile down at her, and though the alcove was darkening slowly but surely, she could still see it.
" My dear Lyarra… you say we're friends, and yet our eyes sort out each other. It certainly makes no sense that I feel only dizzy when I'm with you. And perhaps, if we're what you say we are… friends… then why is it so hard to let you leave my sight every day you're in my presence?... Why did it hurt, when Lyarra Dayne turned away from me like a stranger?"
He smiled down at her softly, but Lyarra looked to the side stubbornly, though her teary eyes showed that he was indeed getting to her.
He chuckled softly, taking her chin in his hands delicately, and tilting her head up so she would have eyes for him only.
"Tell me you don't feel the same way…"
He whispered softly.
"Tell me… you don't crave my touches too…"
He leaned down and pressed a kiss just by her lip, and she let out a breathy gasp.
"Tell me you don't feel the same way I do. Tell me not to kiss you."
He looked back at her, earnest eyes on hers.
"Break my heart, Lyarra Dayne."
Lyarra blinked back tears and a small sniffle as he slowly brought his lips towards hers, giving her the chance to reject him.
And when their lips finally touched… it was like fireworks exploding multiple times.
They moved in harmony. Soft, sensual and sweet. And slowly but surely, as Lyarra began to reciprocate, Aegon's worries crept away, and without breaking the kiss, his hands drifted down to wrap around her waist and the other cupping the nape of her neck, and Lyarra's hands moved subconsciously to wrap around Aegon's broad shoulders, fingers running through his hair as her back pressed rather tightly against the alcove wall.
He bit down on her lower lip slightly and it brought very welcomed tingles between her legs as she let out a small gasp which gave Aegon enough access into her mouth, and as their tongues connected in an odd but hot dance, Lyarra moaned out and it echoed a little too loudly for her liking, as it was enough to snap her out of her lustful daze.
She snapped her eyes open, gently pushing Aegon off of her as she rested against the wall, legs weak and breath haggard much like Aegon.
She placed her hands against her chest, studying said prince who watched her rather intensely, with half lidded dark gaze and pouty swollen lips.
And when he smiled… oh so dangerous and knee trembling… like a bad decision. A bad decision that was sweet.
Her cheeks reddened with mortification and no slight amount of warmth at what had transpired between them.
And without so much as a by your leave… she moved around him and stumbled off, face red and heat pooling between her legs.
This time though, Aegon let her leave, having gotten the proof he'd wanted from her. That she felt the same way as he did.
And he let out a breathy chuckle, running his hand through his unruly hair that had had Lyarra's hands running through them not a moment ago.
His grin as wickedly devious as could be.
They never noticed the little bird that scurried off.
Said little bird had arrived at Varys' chambers at the time the Lady Mopatis was visiting. And as the child told the Master of Whisperers what he'd seen and heard, they watched the Mopatis heiress puff up in fury and anger.
Varys sighed, sending the little bird off, and once they were out of his solar, Aelora let out a loud shriek of fury.
"How dare she?! How dare she!!!"
She paced, moving to and fro like a caged mad animal.
"What does he see in that shrew!!!"
"That shrew, apparently knows what it means to seduce the prince, seeing as she knows what the prince wants."
Varys stood, glaring at Aelora who cried out in anger, marching to his desk and sweeping some parchment documents and his inkpot off the table and on the ground.
Varys ignored her childish tantrum, giving her an intense stare down.
"Now listen, girl. Your time is running out. It would seem the Tyrell girl is quite possibly off the table now since apparently, the prince now knows what he wants."
He threw a condescending look at the offended Aelora who stomped her feet on the ground and whined.
"I tried being subtle as you said!"
"Then don't be subtle! Or I'll have to take drastic measures. Do you know what is at stake here?"
He questioned her with a glare and Aelora swallowed tightly.
"Just as your mother was promised, I shall make you Queen under the eyes of the Targaryens who hate us. Or do you not want a crown atop your head? To be loved and adored by everyone? Do you not want power?"
He whispered almost enticingly, and Aelora's eyes brightened with glee as she nodded rapidly.
"I do."
"Then do what you are supposed to do. Use what is between your legs rather than what you think is in your head, girl!"
Aelora frowned but he waved her off.
"Now leave me. I need to think."
With a huff, the Mopatis heiress stormed out of the solar, her guards following behind as well as one of her maids.
"And you are sure the prince will be free tonight?"
The maid nodded eagerly.
"Yes, my lady."
Aelora grinned.
She would do as her uncle had said. But if the prince wasn't going to appreciate what he should, then she would force him into accepting her… even if it meant her virtues being destroyed to the public opinion.
She would be his Queen.
One way or the other.
And Varys' little birds would be the ones to help her sneak her way into her destination.
Meanwhile…
Aegon walked
Later that evening as the skies darkened up, Aegon walked towards Maegor's Holdfast where the royal apartments were situated, a rather smug grin on his face.
"And what has gotten you all happy all noon and evening?"
Gendry stared at his friend curiously and Aegon's grin widened as he glanced at his friend.
"Ah, my friend… I rather feel… fulfilled."
The Baratheon boy looked at the prince, a confused look on his face, that is, until he studied his friend closely and his eyes widened.
"Does this have something to do with a certain Dayne girl?"
Aegon's eyes brightened and Gendry blinked.
"Huh."
And then he smirked.
"Well, well, well…"
Aegon chuckled softly as they got to his apartment being guarded.
The two friends entered, walking past the large and open solar/sitting area and into his bedchambers… where they had the shock of their lives.
Aelora laid on Aegon's bed. A bed so large a person could get lost in it, with crimson curtains hanging from high up and two steps led towards the bed.
Said girl laid bare to the world as she trailed her fingers up her breasts where she laid, unaware of the fact that she had more than a single audience.
"My prince… I have been waiting for far too long—AHHHH!!!"
She let out a shriek as she saw the prince with his Kingsguard.
Aegon's face had twisted from one of shock into absolutely fury and rage.
"YOU!!!"
He bellowed out just as two guards stationed outside his room came running in with swords in hand, and when they stumbled on the scene, their jaws dropped in absolute confusion.
Aelora let out a shout as she desperately tried to cover what decency she had left.
But the prince was not having it though, as he suddenly knew what her plan had been.
The wretch had thought coming into his room in a disguise and he stumbling on her alone, would have forced him into an unwanted marriage.
A marriage he would have regretted for the rest of his life. A marriage that might have come to fruition due to who her father might be.
And he would have lost someone precious to him.
The thought alone fed his anger so much that he unsheathed his sword and she let out a wail as he moved to attack her almost mindlessly.
The drama already attracting the attention of more guards and some wandering maid servants.
"My prince…"
Gendry tried to stop his furious friend while the Mopatis heiress sobbed in shame and humiliation as she hurriedly threw on her gown rather haphazardly and ran out of the room, leaving behind a fuming prince.
Oh how she was ruined!!
Aelora wailed in anger and humiliation as she paced in her solar, tears streaming down her face.
Oh she knew how gossip spread faster in the Red Keep! And those guards and foolish maids who had seen her!
The whole Keep would know in no time!! What was she to do now!!
She wailed out again, throwing her jewelry box against the wall where it made a small dent and her maid flinched where she stood.
Just then, Varys barged into the room with a look of righteousness anger, and Aelora knew he'd already heard.
She stepped forward.
"Uncle—"
"Silence!!"
He hissed out and Aelora's mouth snapped shut in shock.
Varys though, wasn't done as he stared at her with something akin to disgust.
"You have ruined everything! You foolish girl!"
But Aelora wasn't having it as she snarled back.
"Why couldn't he want her! What did that bastard have, that I don't!!"
Varys hissed.
"You… are a disgrace."
He whispered enough to actually make her flinch backwards.
"Illyrio obviously spoiled you beyond thought. Beyond use. You are nothing of use. Nothing!"
And with that, he walked out of the room, immediately thinking up ways to resolve the matter.
He could tell them she had drank too much, and with her admiration for the prince, she must have gone too far.
There wasn't much he could do… and he knew pushing the prince into marrying Aelora in order to protect her honor and virtue would never work.
Aegon Targaryen was much like his rumored name sake. The first King of Westeros. They both had fire that was bright, burning and unforgivable.
Damn that girl!
Meanwhile, Aelora Mopatis seethed in anger and even more humiliation as Varys stormed out of the room.
"AHHHH!!"
She let out a scream, more tears streaming down her face as her breathing became more rapid and uncontrollable.
That bastard caused all this!! If only she could do her a favor and get out of the way!
Perhaps Aegon would then look to her!! And even if he didn't, any girl was better than the bastard right now!
If Aegon wouldn't have her! Then perhaps… perhaps she could even give him something worth more than that bastard. More than riches! More than power!
A glint of madness settled in her eyes as an idea popped up in her mind. An idea she had been playing around with ever since she arrived weeks back.
The night was still young after all.
She smiled desperately.
"MISSANDEI!!!"
She screamed out the top of her voice, but it was another maid that answered.
"M-my Lady… you s-sent her on an errand."
The maid trembled where she stood as Aelora practically spun towards her and she shrunk a little.
"It doesn't matter. Tell me. Lyarra Dayne. Where is her chambers?"
"The Ladies' Keep, my l-lady…"
Aelora smiled viciously before turning towards her door.
"GUARDS!!"
She called out, and two entered, bowing in respect as Aelora paced.
"You two! Gather the others… and capture me a bastard."
She smiled chillingly, and after they left, rushed into her room, towards a chest on her table… and she opened it, staring maniacally at the diamond and onyx dragon eggs… madness brimming in her eyes.
Lyarra strolled towards the Ladies' Keep after taking a stroll through the gardens in order to clear her mind, what with the event earlier.
A blush crept down her neck as she brushed down a smile and her stomach fluttered, making her feel all sorts.
Aegon's words… his confession of attraction… and that kiss… oh, that kiss… and oh how she felt in his arms!
She wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head slightly.
This was a dream…
It still felt like a dream!
But her mind kept playing the scene repeatedly and very clearly.
It had happened.
It was no joke. No jape.
It was all true.
She let out a sigh as she entered the courtyard of the Ladies' Keep, only to pause as she suddenly felt very off.
She moved her hand towards her dagger tied to her waist as the feeling of being watched increased.
And as if sensing something, she turned just in time for a man running towards her with a glare to be stabbed in the neck with her dagger.
She let out a startled gasp as she yanked out the knife and got sprayed by some blood as the man fell to the ground, gurgling on his blood.
But she had no time to think on the fact that she had killed for the first time as she found herself surrounded on all sides.
"Who are you people?"
She demanded, putting up a brave face though she trembled with fear and adrenaline on the inside.
"You's gained the attention of our owner, bastard."
And just like that, two burly men came after her.
The first one houses her up by her waist and she let out a scream, stabbing him on the hand holding her, and he let out a pained shout, dropping her harshly ok the ground as he held his injured arm.
Lyarra's dagger fell in that process, and she blindly searched for it, but it was too late, as one of the men brought down the hilt of his sword on the back of her head, and she suddenly felt heavy as she fell to the ground in pain.
She slowly brought a hand to the back of her head and felt something wet on it just as her vision began to blur.
"Let's get out of here before the guards stationed here wake."
A familiar scream could be heard by Lyarra though it sounded so faraway.
It sounded like… like… Sarah, her maid.
Oh no…
And Lyarra was out for the count.
And that's it!!!
The games have begun in earnest.
Aegon getting advice from Oberyn will not cease to make me amused. That man is wise but as lecherous as they come, lmao!
As for the two lovebirds, i think we're glad to see them come closer. Thankfully Aegon had the sense to give her some much needed space, but like Oberyn said, they are not the patient type of me. I think we know that of Aegon already. He moves in mysterious ways . But that kiss!! Whoo!!!
I have to say, the ladies in waiting have such mouths, what with how they talk, lmao! They're probably the one who will spoil innocent Lyarra more than Aegon would.
And yes, i took a page out of book canon where it was said Lyanna shed some tear when Rhaegar played his harp, only this time, Lyarra shed some tears when Aegon played the Pianoforte.
But anyways, Aelora has ruined herself and her madness has certainly intensified. Lyarra is now in trouble as a mad Blackfyre intends to do dastardly things.
I wonder what will happen??
Thanks for the comments, i truly appreciate them!!!