New Chapter.
Betrothal Contracts.
"Grow old with me! The best is yet to be." — Robert Browning
The Red Keep.
3rd Moon. 297AC.
"Thank you, Missandei."
Lyarra smiled thankfully at the other girl as she helped her with her hair and the Summer Islander smiled.
"Of course, Lady Lyarra."
The Princess would be leaving this morning with her husband and goodfamily, back to Highgarden.
Her things had already been taken a while back, along with her beloved old pet, Balerion.
Highgarden would be her new home, just like King's Landing had slowly become Lyarra's new home over the moons that had passed.
"Missandei… do you remember your home?"
She looked at the other girl through the mirror. Missandei pauses for a moment before she continued.
"Yes my Lady. I remember Naath rather well. Running across the beaches as a child with my brothers."
"Brothers?"
"Three brothers. And then one day we were captured by raiders and sold into slavery in Astapor. My brothers were forced to become Unsullied, but one was killed in training. As for Marselen and Mossador, they still lived. Passing the training to become Unsullied."
Missandei swallowed tightly, a look of pain on her face, something Lyarra noticed as she raised her hand, placing it on Missandei and startling the other girl into looking at her through the mirror reflection.
"I'm sorry."
Missandei forced a smile across her face.
"It is not your fault. It is the way of the world."
Lyarra frowned, shaking her head.
"But it should not be so. People should not be treated like property! They should be allowed to live their life how they see fit. It is not right, what these so-called masters are doing."
Missandei's smile slowly became true.
"Hearing that from you warms my heart, my Lady. I like to believe I will see my brothers one day. Maybe even visit Naath as the free woman you have made me. I used to refer to myself as 'this one'. Lady Mopatis hated such and ensured I never referred to myself as so. It was hard to overcome, but I later did. I like to believe things will change one day. If not for my brothers, then at least for others out there."
Lyarra said nothing as Missandei slowly finished up with her hair, watching as slight curls bounced at the edges.
She finally stood up and the Summer Islander smiled at her finished work, moving to pack items unneeded.
"Missandei."
"Yes?"
"One day… I will find a way to reunite you with your brothers. And I will take you to Naath."
Missandei smiled fully at that.
"Of course, my Lady."
Lyarra watched the girl work for a moment before walking out of her bed chambers and into her solar room where the dragons basked in the fires and she crouched down, staring at them with interest.
What would they be like when grown?
Weapons of destruction, they were usually called. But she liked to believe they could be more than that. Perhaps they could be used for more. For better.
And she really needed to name them.
They did deserve a name after all.
Looking at the diamond scaled one, she already had a name in mind for it. It was obviously bigger than the onyx one and indirectly carried the colors of her mother's House.
From Dorne, where the Rhoynar lived.
Albeit being of the Stony Dornish line, they still had the blood of the Rhoynar in them due to numerous marriages, and from what Elia had told her, her mother had been a lover of the teachings of Mother Rhoyne.
As for the onyx scaled dragon though, now that left her a little perplexed on what it would be named.
Both were slowly growing, and in a few, they would be too big to fit into the fireplace. She idly wondered what to do when they grew too large for her room and when they began breathing fire.
There was no dragon pit, and the only place she could let them stay at for the time being was the godswood as it had some clearings in it for growing dragons.
Feeling soft fur against her arm, she turned with a warm smile towards Ghost as he burrowed his head into her side and she laughed quietly, rubbing at his favorite spots and kissing his head.
"You big baby. You're growing up on me, you know…"
And he was.
Sleeker and longer. He now stood almost at her waist, his fangs growing and claws dangerous looking when let out. He hadn't yet packed up much needed muscles but she knew it was only a matter of time, give or take a few moons.
He was beginning to look like the killer Direwolves were usually described as.
He thumped his paw on the floor, tilting his head slightly and for a moment, she got lost in his eyes, seeing her own self through his eyes for a second before she shook her head, blinking.
"Well, I should leave now. Do watch over them for me, okay? And keep an eye on Missandei. Make sure no one disturbs her too much, especially the dragons."
He made no move to signify his understanding, but Lyarra liked to believe he could understand her and she him in return, and so with one last pat, she was off, her dagger tucked at her waist as usual.
"I will surely miss you, daughter."
Elia sighed sadly as she hugged her daughter tightly, Rhaenys reciprocating with a smile.
"You as well, mother. Do not worry, I am not too far away."
The princess promised as the King and Queen hugged their daughter, the Prince standing next to them with an easygoing smile.
A few feet away was the Small Council as well as Elia's ladies in waiting. Or rather yet, those remaining in the Keep.
As of the morning, some had headed home with families so as to spend some time with them before heading back, leaving Sarah Lonmouth and Lady Falyse Stokeworth.
Sarah's husband still in King's Landing, enjoying the company of the King. He had been one of the King's squires and the only surviving one.
As for Lady Stokeworth, she wasn't exactly a fan of her husband. Almost 11 years after their marriage and they still had no child. Lady Falyse was the heir to Stokeworth and needed a male heir or her inheritance would be passed on to some very distant family she never even knew and she rather despised her husband who shuns her bed for other maidens and so she much preferred the relative normalcy of the Red Keep than being anywhere near her 'foolish' husband.
"Do take care of my daughter, Heir Tyrell."
The King spoke up as he hugged his daughter and Willas nodded dutifully where he stood, a beautifully designed cane in one hand for his leg.
"Of course, your grace."
He bowed respectfully and Rhaenys smiled at her father.
"And you take care, father. I may not be around anymore, but listen to mother. She knows best."
Rhaegar huffed out a laugh while Elia's grin widened.
"Believe me daughter, I already know that."
Aegon chuckled, stepping forward.
"Take care, Rhaenys. I will make sure to come visit sometime."
Rhaenys huffed.
"You better. As my brother I demand it of you."
The prince bowed.
"As her grace commands."
Rhaenys shook her head before bringing him into a hug.
"Be well, brother. And take care of Lyarra."
She whispered the last path and Aegon smiled at her once they separated.
"I will."
They exchanged firm nods before he turned to Willas, holding his hand out for a shake.
"Safe journey home, Willas."
They clasped their hands together as the King and Queen greeted Lord Tyrell, his wife and Lady Olenna.
Nearby, Ser Garlan stood at attention next to his brother Ser Loras who wouldn't be heading home with them. Apparently he would be heading to the Stormlands with his dear friend Ser Renly. The older man would never understand his younger brother's friendship with the Baratheon, but who was he to complain?
His light brown eyes lay on Lady Dayne who has a curious look on her long face as she stood with her fellow Ladies.
It was safe to say he would not be seeing her for quite some time, and from what he suspected, the next time he saw her, she probably would be betrothed or even married off to possibly the prince.
He knew they enjoyed each other's company from the little he'd heard from grandmother, but it didn't stop the longing in his heart, even as her beautiful gem-like eyes locked on him.
Straightening up immediately, he bowed respectfully at her and she curtseyed in return with a small smile that caused a twinge in his heart.
Ahh… so this was what it felt to have unrequited feelings. Or was it as unrequited as he thought?
Perhaps if—
"Stop your staring boy and help me in!"
His grandmother's stern and sharp voice brought him out of his reverie as she tapped the side of his leg with her cane and Garlan frowned at himself for having lost his mind elsewhere.
That was unbecoming of a knight.
"Apologies, grandmother."
He held out a hand as she huffed and he helped her into the coach she would be sharing with his dearest sister.
"Come, Margaery."
He held his hand out for the younger girl and she took it with a gracious and soft smile, whispering to him.
"If it makes you feel better brother, I think she belongs to another."
She softly patted his cheek and entered as he closed the door. Walking back to his horse and swiftly climbing atop after a hug from Loras, he glanced one last time at Lady Dayne, a beauty even from afar.
No, it didn't make him feel any better. Not one bit.
Lyarra watched the Tyrell host leave and suddenly it felt like the Keep was calmer than ever.
Many of the nobles had already begun their journey back to their lands. House Martell would be doing so in a few days, and Lyarra found herself already mourning such a time.
Her time spent with Obara in the sparring yard, strengthening herself whenever her uncle was busy with his Kingsguard duties. And then Nymeria who she still found unable to get used to her sly manners though the girl was someone she could also call a friend.
Quiet Tyene and filled with curiosity about life. Brilliant Sarella with her tomes and multiple questions. The prince Oberyn and his paramour.
The Red Keep would certainly be quiet very soon. And yet, Lyarra didn't find her self TOO saddened by such a thought. The eyes of the kingdoms would be far away from her and she would be able to explore freely once more.
As for her own family, her Lord Father and Uncle would be meeting with the King later in the day. Probably to discuss the dragons and her safety.
Robb, her brother would be spending his time with their Lord Uncle and cousin Jon as well as some other minor nobles who has been given permission to hunt in the Kingswood.
She glanced one last time at the now further away coach of the princess. The two had exchanged a smile before the departure. She might not have known the princess as much as possible, but letters could be exchanged.
Feeling eyes on her, she turned to see Aegon smiling even as the King headed back in with his Small Council and Kingsguard.
"Ladies, may I borrow Lyarra?"
Sarah Lonmouth's eyes brightened in amusement as she locked elbows with Falyse who watched the prince and Lyarra with hawk like eyes.
"Of course, my prince. Please, whisk her off to places unknown."
"Sarah!"
Lyarra hissed out, looking awfully flustered while the two older women snorted and walked towards the Queen.
Aegon chuckled to himself and Lyarra hit him slightly.
"What do you want?"
She demanded and he straightened back up.
"Would you mind accompanying me to the royal gardens? Now that I have you all to myself, it feels rather refreshing."
"What are you saying?"
He shrugged with a smile.
"Your suitors have all finally left King's Land—Oof!"
He bent slightly as she stared at him, unimpressed.
"You know, just because you're the prince it doesn't mean I cannot hit you. And although there are some giving me horrified glances at the moment, they cannot make me stop. I am Mother of Dragons after all."
Aegon stared at her.
"So you have accepted the name fully then?"
Before Lyarra could reply, Elia walked over with a chuckle, Lewyn Martell behind her.
"Lyarra dear, please ignore my son for a moment while I have a small conversation with you."
Elia softly patted the girls cheek, ignoring her son who gave her a look.
"Of course."
Aegon politely stepped back as Elia glanced at Lyarra.
"How are you doing, dear?"
"Much more… relaxed. Now that the Red Keep will be a little quieter."
Elia grinned knowingly.
"It certainly will be. Do not worry, I will call you for tea very soon. With the wedding done with, I have a few charity progressions to deal with, and I intend to have you by my side."
Lyarra's eyes widened in surprise.
"Me?"
"Well of course. As a Lady in waiting, it is one of your duties to carry out the Queen's words."
She winked playfully but continued.
"Also, it would be a good idea for the people of King's Landing to see you out and about. They know you as the Mother of Dragons and nothing else. It would be in your best interest to let them see your true side. The side that attracts everyone to you. I believe you will love it too."
Lyarra kept silent for a moment as she thought about it.
Helping people was a good cause.
Something she sometimes did in Wintertown, though of course she had never been able to do much. Now though, doing it with the Queen would be different. And it would be nice to venture into town now without needing a disguise.
"I would be honored."
Elia smiled in approval, making Lyarra straighten up even further.
"I knew I could count on you. Well… I will leave you to your discussions."
She glanced at Aegon.
"Try not to overwhelm Lyarra, son. You can be rather wild."
Aegon threw his mother a playful look of betrayal as he walked over to them.
"My own mother thinks bad of me. Look Lyarra… this is what I have to live through everyday of my life."
Elia tutted and before she walked off, turned to Lyarra once more.
"Lest I forget, Lyarra, before you hear it from gossips around the Keep, the Lady Mopatis will be escorted to Pentos in the coming days. Back to her father."
A frown grew across Lyarra's face at the mention of the lady who almost ruined her life and killed someone she'd grown to regard as a friend.
"How is she? I heard she was burnt all over."
Elia grimaced a little even as Aegon listened with curiosity.
"She was indeed burnt all over. We don't know if she will be able to live long. It would be better to send her off to her father."
"Even after what she did?"
Aegon cut in with a raised eyebrow.
"Wouldn't it be justice for her to die in a land not hers?"
Elia shook her head.
"Your father gave me leave to decide on the Lady Mopatis, seeing as I am Lyarra's guardian here in King's Landing. The stain of the Mopatis family would be better off away from us, son. And besides, she is no future threat either. The girl will not survive for long. The trip to Pentos will not take long. And besides, it gives our people the opportunity to discuss with the Prince of Pentos. We have to be sure Magister Mopatis is alone in his anger and not gathering followers of some ridiculous sort."
Aegon nodded in understanding while Lyarra sighed internally.
The words of Quaithe of Asshai seemed to still hunt her even after all this while.
As the Queen walked off with Ser Lewyn as her Kingsguard, Argon immediately turned back to Lyarra who had a small and grin frown on her face.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing."
He scoffed, slightly amused.
"You forget, I have come to know you. You always have this grim frown when deep in thought."
He tapped her nose once as she subconsciously slapped his hand away with a small glare while he chuckled.
"Perhaps I should leave you to your japes."
She straightened up and he cleared his throat.
"Apologies, Lyarra. Would you mind still accompanying me to the gardens?"
The silvery blonde stared at the 18 name days old prince.
"Well, it is not like I have much to do. My brother is on a hunt, and the Sand Snakes are preparing for their journey back to Dorne."
She sighed a little wistfully at the thought of her mother's homeland. One day, she hoped to visit.
"Would you miss them more than your prince?"
He raised an eyebrow and Lyarra focused on him once more, putting on a straight face.
"Of course."
And she walked off, leaving the prince where he stood, watching her leave as he chuckled, warmth spreading across his heart.
Someone moved to stand next to him and he did not bother turning as he already knew just who it was.
"Come along, loverboy. Your duties await."
Aegon huffed out a laugh as he headed towards his destination with a smile across his face.
They met later that afternoon, Aegon standing tall as she walked out of her room, Missandei behind her.
"Your grace."
The Summer Islander curtseyed demurely and Argon nodded with a polite smile.
"Missandei. My thanks for caring for your Lady. I know she can be hectic sometimes."
He japes while Lyarra threw him a look and Gendry snickered where he stood.
"Maybe I should go back to my room and spend time with Ghost and the dragons? Perhaps they'd be better company than you."
She sniffed, turning to leave when Argon raised something in his hands.
"You don't wish to hear me play again?"
Lyarra paused, turning back to see a small harp in his hand. Made of exquisite dark oak wood and smooth and almost delicate looking silver. At the base was the Targaryen family three headed dragon sigil and Argon smiled as he brushed his fingers daintily against the strings and a lovely harmony whispered against her ears, making her eyes brighten considerably.
Missandei covered a smile by bowing her head low while looking at the ground and Gendry smirked as he played with the hilt of his sword.
"So…? Will you forgive my jape and come with me?"
He held out a hand and Lyarra found herself unable to stay angry with him for long.
And besides…
She actually wasn't angry…
Stifling a smile, she placed her hand over his and he held onto it, bringing it to his lips for a kiss as his eyes stayed on hers.
"Your trust in me never ceases to amaze me, my Lady."
"Whisk me away before I change my mind."
She commanded and with a slight laugh, he placed her hand on his bicep and they began their journey, Missandei and Gendry behind them at a respectable pace.
As they walked past, ignoring some of the stares by many as usual, Lyarra turned to Aegon.
"How's your squire?"
The prince smiled.
"Tion Lannister. He is well. Quite shy and full of awe whenever in my presence."
Lyarra quirked her lips slightly.
"Cute."
"I intend to beat that out of him very soon."
Her eyebrows raised.
"Why?"
"I don't need my squire looking at me like I am the best thing in the seven kingdoms. I trained with Arthur right from his age, and I had a healthy appreciation for the sword of the morning, but then again I did grow up with him around. But that healthy appreciation almost died away due to the numerous days spent in the training yard, running circles for miles, hacking go hours in the sun at a straw dummy, cleaning his armor and learning the acceptable ways of handling different weapons, most especially the sword and lance. My 12th year was quite possibly the worst in my life."
He seemed stuck in a memory and Lyarra snickered, making him nudge her playfully as they went down some stairs.
"In any case, our first training will be in a few days. That bright smile of his will be gone soon and replaced with utterly exhaustion. I cannot have my first squire weak. Especially the future Lannister Lord."
He finished with a satisfactory look, and Lyarra knew that just because Aegon had a lovely princely disposition, it didn't mean he wasn't capable of being harsh and fiery when he needed to.
"Well, good luck to him then. My brother, Bran, would love to come South to squire for a Knight, but he is still young. He'll be turning 10 next moon and I know he is counting down the days to his 12th name day as father promised him he'd talk to his uncle, the Blackfish on his behalf."
"Bran Stark. I remember seeing him around. Quite quiet, but he seemed like he'd been born of a mountain goat of the Vale, what with the ease he had with traipsing towers and buildings whenever his Lady Mother and Father were away."
He smiled in amusement as they finally arrived at the Royal Gardens.
Beautiful and bright as usual as the royal garden keepers bowed and curtseyed respectfully.
The air smelt wonderfully and Lyarra felt if she dug through the beautifully colored bushes, she'd see the mythical fae gods of the North singing and dancing.
She let out a relaxed sigh as they turned through the giant maze with healthy green that stood tall and high.
"Bran is sweet… and thoughtful, but he yearns for adventure as he explores Winterfell. He can be stubborn of course, but he is so very curious of life, and thinks himself grown up sometimes."
A smile grew across her face as she found herself in an old memory.
"I remember one time when he was but 7. He thought to join some of the older boys playing in the mud in Wintertown, but he was obviously younger and quite tiny for his age. When he returned back looking like a mud monster, Lady Stark's fury and shouts could have heard around the Keep as she admonished him for acting uncouth."
She chuckled fondly as they seemed to reach the middle of the maze.
A mini fountain with a small dragon spouting water out of its mouth, wings raised and the edge comfortable to sit upon.
A little further away was a beautiful and large tree that seemed expanded rather than tall, with dripping amble purple blossoms that provided ample shade.
So different from trees found in the North.
"It is called a Wisteria. Beautiful, isn't it?"
Aegon whispered next to her as he led her towards the tree and as they stood beneath the dripping beauty and purple color, creating a shade from the slightly sunny afternoon, she let go of Aegon as she brushed her fingers against the flowers with a curious smile.
The prince watched her with a grin as he settled by the roots of the tree, placing the small harp by his side as he watched the object of his affection who had bright eyes.
"Come on."
He called out, and after one last look, she moved to settle next to Aegon, crossing her legs and placing her clasped hands on her lap, but Aegon was having none of that as he grabbed her left in his right and crossed them together, smiling down at her and she huffed.
"You were telling me about your siblings."
"Just Bran. We were talking about your Squire and aspiring knights, remember?"
Aegon chuckled.
"Yes, but then you made me curious about your siblings."
"You know them."
She nudged him with her shoulder.
"Indeed, but you know them better."
He playfully nudged back.
"Of course, I have come to regard Robb as a good one, but I still don't know much about them. Humor me."
Lyarra hummed as she leaned back against the tree, glancing down at her hand clasped in Aegon's.
Who would have thought her whole life would change so much in less than a year?
"Well… let me tell you about Arya, first of all. Arya is… a force of nature."
Aegon chuckled.
"I could tell. At one point, she glared at me at the leaving feast and I kept a weapon beneath my pillow to feel safe."
He joked and Lyarra chuckled.
"She thought I was leaving because of you."
Aegon turned at that, curiosity in his eyes.
"Oh?"
"Hm. She overhead Sansa and her friend talking about how handsome you are and how leaving North with you would be the 'best' thing to ever happen to them."
Aegon grinned coyly.
"So… was it the best thing to happen with you?"
Lyarra huffed.
"I didn't leave for you. I left for the most amazing person I've ever met."
"And who is that?"
"Your mother."
He laughed, squeezing her hand softly.
"I cannot argue with you on that, my Lady. I do hope she doesn't blame me still."
"Her letters say nothing of you, do not worry. Now, about Arya… she can be very willful, and much like Bran, stubborn. She enjoys the simple things of life. Horse riding, running, swimming and of course, sparring. But of course the last one is much to the ire of Lady Stark. I think she blames me for inspiring Arya."
Talking about Lady Stark seemed a bit easier for Lyarra now that she wasn't under the same roof as the woman. It was also easy to forget about the woman and move on with life, though there was still an undertone of bitterness, but Lyarra seemed to have gotten a great opportunity for herself and so it was easy to ignore.
"She would do well in Dorne then."
Lyarra shrugged.
"She would also do well in the North too. Northern men don't mind their women learning a thing or two about protecting themselves. The North is a harsh place and those living closer to the wall sometimes even find themselves running into some wildlings. But of course, Arya is more than those things. She excels quite well at mathematics and household management too. Though she absolutely abhors embroidery, poetry and singing and I think deep down she enjoys dancing, but only the fast ones."
Aegon hummed.
"What about your sister, Lady Sansa?"
Lyarra breathed out deeply at that before pausing as she looked around.
"Where are Missandei and Gendry?"
"Just on the other side. They understand privacy when it is needed."
Lyarra nodded before she continued.
"Sansa is… a perfect little lady. The pride of Lady Stark, not that I could blame her. She was raised as a Lady, with a keen interest in music, poetry, singing, dancing, embroidery, and other traditional activities. She is… enthralled, by the stories of knights in shining armor. Of romance… handsome princes, honorable knights, chivalry, and love. I find it rather endearing sometimes…"
They may not be close, but it was clear for all to see that Sansa really wanted her hopes and dreams to be a reality in her life.
It had hurt to be rejected by the younger girl, but Lyarra was not one to cry over small things. The future was wide and vast. Things could change.
"She keeps the faith of the seven and the old gods and hopes to marry in the South. She enjoys stories of tourneys and wishes to one day be crowned the queen of love and beauty by a particularly dashing knight… wherever they may be."
Aegon chuckled.
"I believe that is the wish of many a maiden in the seven kingdoms and perhaps even beyond."
Lyarra shrugged.
"Not all. Many Northern ladies would rather a good home to live than for a crown of flowers. They'd prefer safety and hearth."
"How about I give you both?"
Lyarra's hands tightened in his as her stomach fluttered.
"Stop interrupting me."
She grunted, a little embarrassed as he laughed.
"Of course my sincerest apologies."
"As I was saying… there is the youngest of the pack. Rickon."
"The little wolf boy."
Aegon added and Lyarra snorted.
"He's not 5 yet, but he is a very strong willed child. He can also be very wild and naturally aggressive when he does not want to do something. Lord Father sometimes refers to him as a wild wolf. According to many, he has some attributes of Brandon Stark, father's brother. He can be temperamental and stubborn, much like all my siblings. They are all stubborn."
Aegon snorted.
"You included, I should add. Perhaps it is a Stark thing then, apart from the long and grim faces."
"Quiet!"
Lyarra commanded, though the amused smile on her face showed she wasn't offended.
"He likes to wrestle with Robb, Bran, Arya and Theon. And he's my little partner in crime, after Robb of course."
"Oh?"
"He seems to always know when I am headed to Wintertown. He has a love for sweets and I always make sure to get him some before I leave. Our little secret of course. If his Lady Mother ever found out, she would ensure I be punished."
Aegon quirked his eyebrow at that.
"From the little I remember of the Lady Stark, she was very uptight and too polite. It was almost like talking to the people pleasers of King's Landing, if you will."
Lyarra made a small noise in her throat.
"In any case, I believe she misses the South too. And though the Riverlands is closer to the North, it was still entrenched in the way of the South. She hopes to have Sansa and maybe even Arya, marry South as she knows Robb will never be allowed to marry South."
Aegon nodded understandingly.
"Your father married South and so his heir has to marry North."
"Indeed. Robb hates hearing about his marriage prospects. He is hoping father would both betroth him for a long time."
"Well, I think most Lord Paramount heirs marry earlier, mainly to secure the line in the event of a misfortune. With the wars that cropped up decades back and the loss of some main lines, it is understandable."
Lyarra nodded.
"If there is one unchanging thing about my brother, it is his keen sense of justice and courtesy. He shares father's devotion to honor and wants to make him proud. I know if father announces his betrothal, he would follow it, albeit with an heavy heart."
"It is to be expected of him, as heir. My sister never let me forget I am future King. A heavy burden of course, but I had many around me to take me by the hand, especially my mother and father. Even my uncle, Prince Doran. It takes bravery to face one's worries and fears, even if with a heavy heart. Especially when you have many looking up to you, like I do."
He said mostly to himself and Lyarra watched him with a strange mix of sympathy and understanding as she raised his hand still clasped in hers and turned over his palm, placing a soft kiss on his wrist before looking back at him.
"I know you can do it. You are not the type to give up… something I have realized."
She added drily and he breathed out a laugh, his eyes still on his wrist as his smile grew soft.
"Lyarra…"
"Hm?"
"If I asked your Lord Father for your hand, would he kill me?"
Lyarra froze for a second before punching him in his side and he let out a startled gasp even as Lyarra turned away from him, red faced and arms folded.
"Can you just play the harp now?"
His cough turned into laughter even as he straightened back up and grabbed the harp.
"Whatever my Lady asks of me."
Her cheeks darkened even more much to his pleased amusement.
The King's Solar.
The King sat behind his large ornate desk, hands clasped on the surface as he stared out beyond the large and open window and at the bright skies, watching a few party of birds flock by with a smile.
On the edge, sat Jon Connington, his Hand who moved almost as if he was disturbed by something.
Rhaegar stifled an amused look and without bothering to focus on the ginger haired man, spoke up.
"What is it, Jon?"
"Your grace, do you think it alright to do this without the prince's approval?"
"Aegon… Aegon will understand. It is his duty."
Jon made a noise in his throat.
"Of course, but… a betrothal… it isn't something simple."
"He is of marriage age, Jon. I was already betrothed to Elia at his age. A marriage of contract it was, but a companion she has grown to be after all these years. The People's Queen, she is called."
Jon looked like he had swallowed a lemon even as Rhaegar turned to him.
"Things are changing, old friend. Tell me, how long has the Summer lasted?"
A confused look appeared across the Hand's face.
"Your grace…??"
"Almost 9 years, Jon. Almost 9. The longest summer we have had for a long time. The Maesters believe Autumn will be very short, and then Winter will come. And it'll be a longer one."
Jon scoffed.
"A long winter? Your grace, even if those mad men at the citadel speak the truth—"
Rhaegar stifled an amused smile.
"—what does this betrothal have to do with that? What can the North offer?"
"They are well versed in surviving during the Winter. They can protect themselves and in turn, protect us. It is high time we join with the furthest kingdom, my friend. And you know their house words."
A displeased look remained on Jon's face.
"Everyone knows, your grace."
"Winter is coming."
Rhaegar wondered what that winter would bring.
He was preparing to care for his people while at it. Making agreements and contracts with places such as Braavos and the Reach for increase in food importation as well as other needs.
It shall not be said a King wined and dined while his people starved and died.
"Lord Stark and Lord Dayne, your grace, Lord Hand."
Rhaegar sat up at Arthur's call from outside the door and he nodded at Jon who called for Arthur to let them in.
As the two men walked in, Rhaegar thought perhaps it would be a long day.
Royal Gardens.
Lyarra smiled softly as the sentimental harmony of the harp resonated around her little heaven.
Aegon focused on the harp where his head lay in her lap, eyes closed as she brushed her hands through his hair and his fingers moved and strummed the strings in a way that spoke of years of play.
She let out a soft sigh as they sun slowly dimmed as the afternoon began to shift into an early evening. The light breeze blowing nice scenting flowery smells through her nostrils.
"Tell me about your Northern folklores."
Aegon's voice softly cut through and she looked down at him, moving her fingers out of his hair and slowly tracing his features.
His eyebrows to his well shaped nose, down the tip to the bow of his soft lips. He puckered his lips and placed a kiss on her fingers and she let out a startled laugh even as she removed her hand and tapped his nose, slowly entangling her other hand in his hair and the other laying on his chest beating faster than normal.
"Well, there are a lot of folktales. Grumpkins that grant wishes, Snarks that are as dangerous as they come and prey on animals and humans alike, the children of the forest, guardians of the weirwoods and prophets of the old gods along with greenmen, the faes who guard the entrance to Tir Na Nog, the home of the old gods… the Night King, the Night Queen and her lieutenants, the White walkers… the others… the Great Other, the Last Hero… the Horn of Joramun… the Rat King… then—"
"I get it. The North has a lot of stories."
He laughed in a placating manner and Lyarra smiled as impishly as she could.
"The North has thousands and thousands of years of history. Some lost, some kept a secret by the mountain clans and even amongst the wildlings… we try to keep our culture alive as much as we can. Old Nan used to tell me when I was a child, that these stories have basis of truth in them, and only an idiot would disregard messages in stories and dreams."
Aegon swallowed tightly, making a slight an almost unnoticeable mistake while playing as he remembered his dream from the previous night.
"Only an idiot…"
He whispered mostly to himself but Lyarra heard as she watched him.
"Did you say something?"
He opened his eyes, smiling at her.
"Tell me about the Others. We know about them here in the South, but the stories are not as trustworthy as they could be from the mouth of a Northerner."
Lyarra hummed.
"The Others are more or less said to be the attack dogs of the Night Queen and her Lieutenants. It is said beyond the wall, that many wildlings burn their dead as they believe one day, they would rise and plunge the world in darkness. Not much is known on the Night Queen, only that she caused the Long Night over 8000 years ago. A priestess of the Great Other, granted eternal life through cold and darkness with the promise to plunge the world in eternal winter on behalf of said Great Other. She was beaten back the first time which brought around the Long Night. As for the Night King, it is said that he got corrupted by the Great Other. Saw things that were not real. Married nothing but air. Old Nan says the Night Queen was still out there somewhere and used her magic to corrupt him, seduce him into doing the bidding of her God while she was unable to do so."
"I have heard of him, the Night King. They say he orchestrated everything. At least some of outlet books say so, that he fell in love with an abomination. Called her his Corpse Bride."
Lyarra snorted.
"The Night King is nothing compared to the Night Queen. She is the one with the power. The Lieutenants answer to her alone, and it is her magic that makes them what they are. Old Nan said she had the power to control ice spiders as well as the undead. The world would be an eternal dark and chilled world with no life if not for the Last Hero. The Last Hero is unknown. Some say he is Bran the Builder, but there is nothing that alludes to that. He used a sword so beautiful, a great sword that shone like the fiery sun to battle the Night Queen and after a maddening war so great, he beat back the Night Queen, chasing her into the Lands of Always Winter forever, striking her with a deadly stab. She was never seen again, and the dead never rose. It is believed that the wasn't enough to destroy her and that one day she would rise once more to finish up the Great Other's command."
As she finished the rather chilling tale, Aegon frowned slightly, feeling a slight chill in his heart as he imagined the lands beyond the wall and if it had been similar to his dreams.
"Do not worry… they are only children's tales… you do not have to fear."
She teased him and his smile grew back as he chuckled, holding her hand which lay on his chest.
"I am not scared."
"Of course."
"Hush. It is just… something you said about the Last Hero. Reminds me of some stories across Essos and even Yi Ti. In Essos, there is the tale of Azor Ahai, the legendary hero with the flaming sword."
"Ah, I have heard some stories."
"He sacrificed his heart, his Nissa Nissa, by plunging a Great Sword into her heart which imbued it with the power of the gods and was enough to beat back darkness. Something about an enemy of the Red god, Rhllor. In Yi Ti, he is called Yin Tar. To the patrimony of Hyrkoon, he is known as Hyrkoon the Hero… across cultures, he has other names too… Neferion... Eldric Shadowchaser. While they don't all tell the same tales, they have so many similarities it leaves you wondering sometimes if there is truth to the story or not."
Lyarra nodded.
"Do you know what I think?"
She finally said after a while, and Aegon stopped playing the harp, looking up at her in interest.
"What?"
"I think… that maybe he was real… and maybe the stories were one and the same… maybe this Last Hero, whoever he may be, gathered the people of the world, to fight the darkness together… and maybe that is why there are so many tales about such a person. Or… I could be wrong and these people are separate and did exist in their own cultures."
She added jokingly and Aegon chuckled.
"Perhaps you are right on both sides. My father used to tell me stories, that is why I know about them. He used to be so caught up in such stories but I was never interested."
"Of course. You were a nonbeliever."
"Hey now! My sister never believed either. I am not so sure of my mother. Uncle Viserys is hard to read… all the time."
The silvery blonde girl snorted at that.
The Prince Viserys really was an odd man.
When he had been properly introduced to the dragons after the wedding, he had been in so much awe he asked for the chance to paint them, and when they'd breathed a puff of smoke in his face along with shrieks of displeasure, he had called them little babies and thanked her for bringing them to the world before living.
Lyarra found that she quite liked him and his… questionable ways.
"Jon though, is worse than I am. He believes in absolutely nothing. Not even the seven which he claims to worship."
At the mention of the Hand, Lyarra sniffed.
"Hmm… I can't seem to… like him."
The prince chuckled as he removed his head from her lap, sitting back up and placing his harp to a side with a rather amused look.
"You are just like my dear mother. They have never gotten along."
"I heard about that. Do you know why?"
Aegon stifled a laugh, leaning forward as he softly grasped her chin, placing a soft kiss on her lips and rubbing his thumb in a circular motion beneath her chin.
"Promise to never speak of it with anyone?"
Lyarra placed a fist to her chest.
"I swear it. Tell me!"
She begged eagerly, wanting to have something on the man, no matter how small or inconsequential it could be.
"My uncle Oberyn was the one who told me. Apparently Jon used to be in love with my father."
An involuntary gasp of horror escaped Lyarra's lips and Aegon barked out in laughter, his hand slipping from beneath her chin to down her back as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, laughing.
Lyarra blinked in confusion.
That had certainly not been the answer she had been expecting.
The fact that Connington seemed to like… men?
While she was coming to realize that there were some that enjoyed the company of their gender out there, it was still very odd to imagine Jon Connington being that way.
He just seemed… too uptight and… set in his ways.
Snapping out of her mind, she leaned back, grasping at Aegon's shaking shoulders and pulling him off of her so she could look him in his glittering and mesmeric eyes.
"Are you telling me that Jon Connington, Hand of the King… is jealous of your mother??"
Aegon's laugh increased even as he nodded and Lyarra's shoulder slumped.
After everything she thought she knew about him, something else came from literally nowhere and knocked her off her feet!
Still though… she made a noise in her throat.
"I suppose… it is a bit… sad…"
"Sad?"
Aegon asked as he calmed down while Lyarra shrugged.
"It seems like such a strong case of unrequited feelings. It's something I have always feared too. Especially when I was in the North and still a Snow. I didn't want to be used because of my blood which had Stark running through it."
As she said that, Aegon's eyes softened as he held her hands, squeezing them tightly and making her look into his very expressive eyes.
"You have none of that to fear from me… that, I can promise you."
He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her forehead and as he leaned back, she shook her head, almost amused yet fond.
"Stop saying things like that."
The prince shrugged haphazardly.
"It is the truth. Over these past few moons that we have known each other, you've become a stranger, a friend, a companion and then the one who holds my heart. You are like… a blessing… a light in the dark… the ice to my fire…"
Lyarra couldn't stop the smile that grew across her face even as the evening wind blew the Wisteria tree and the dripping purple blossoms swayed.
"Sometimes you say things that… ugh! Come here!"
She held him by the shoulders, pulling him to herself as she kissed him almost desperately, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he brought her to himself.
He bit her lips softly and she eagerly welcomed him in her mouth as his tongue caressed hers in a hot and sensual dance, his hands grasping her against himself as tightly as he could and she moaned softly against his lips while he hummed in satisfaction as her hands grasped his hair with slight harshness.
She didn't want to leave his arms. She wanted to stay there for as long as she could… but of course, all good things must come to an end as the rustles of boots on the ground slowly approaching snapped them out of their daze and they quickly separated just in time for Arthur Dayne to turn the corner with Gendry and Missandei behind him.
The Kingsguard member looked between the two, an exasperated look on his face as he saw the slightly ruffled hair and swollen lips as well as how awkward his niece looked while Aegon just smiled at him like he'd done no wrong whatsoever.
Perhaps the young man had forgotten who the sword of the morning was. He would have to invite him for a spar… very soon.
"I should have seen this coming…"
He murmured to himself as he glanced between the pair once more and Lyarra looked at everything but him, making him sigh dejectedly before pining Aegon with a fierce look as he helped Lyarra up and continued to hold her hand even when she tried to remove it.
"I do hope you are treating her well squire."
Aegon straightened, nodding.
"Like I would my mother."
A blush grew across Lyarra's cheeks and Arthur continued to stare blank faced at Aegon for a few more moments before he sighed once again, glancing down at his niece. He was once again struck my the similarities she had with his sister, a small ache panging in his heart which he welcomed fondly.
"And you, Lyarra… are you… fine?"
The 16 name days old girl cleared her throat slightly embarrassed and Arthur stifled a smile.
"Of course, Uncle. Is father looking for me?"
She tried to shift the conversation to another direction, something he noticed but he let her do so.
"Indeed. As well as the King, the Hand and Lord Dayne."
As soon as he said those words, Lyarra froze for a second, her heartbeat quickening in alarm even as Aegon frowned.
"Is something wrong, Arthur?"
"You are needed as well. Immediately."
An hour earlier.
Ned Stark, Lord Paramount and Warden of the North, father to 6 children frowned deeply as he listened to the King and his Hand while sorted next to Lord Dayne.
No one said a thing at first, the Hand and Lord Daynes sipping their arbor gold when the Lord of Starfall finally spoke up.
"I had suspected this would happen, your grace."
He started.
"My niece is very special… and important, to the Targaryen family. As having dragons untied to your house could one day lead to oppositions from various houses hoping to reach beyond their station. By tying her to your family, it lets everyone know there would be no dissent from anywhere, and it also joins another Great House to yours while gaining connections with another, building an even stronger tie with your Baratheon cousins."
The King nodded and continued.
"And not to forget your House, Lord Dayne. With it's long history as well as being known as the House that holds the ancestral sword, Dawn. A house that produces great warriors and knights and shares blood with not just us, but the Valyrian House Belaerys."
Lord Stark finally spoke up with a stiff voice.
"Lyarra is still young."
Lord Dayne scoffed.
"Young? She is 16. Many ladies get betrothed at 14/15. Sometimes even before that. She is of marriageable age, and will turn 17 in less than 3 moons."
Lord Stark turned icy grey eyes on the man.
"She is my child. I have the right to reject or accept a betrothal on her behalf."
Connington looked offended but Lord Dayne was focused on the man dotted next to him.
"There is no better protection for her than being tied to the royal family."
Ned's eyes narrowed.
"So you look to sell your niece to be tied to the royal family?"
The air became toxic as Alistair Dayne hissed in fury.
"You would… dare?!"
He grasped the hilt of his speed, moving to stand when the King cut in.
"Peace, my Lords. There is no need to draw weapons here. Lord Stark, I understand Lady Lyarra is your daughter and you wish to protect her as well as give her the chance to be whatever she would want. She is your firstborn, and your daughter."
He said rather commemorative, and Ned's eyes softened slightly.
"Lyarra was not raised in the way of the South. She was raised as a Northerner. There are many things she does not know pertaining to the South. Many things she wishes to do… her hopes and dreams. I might have failed her once, but I will protect her interests, even if it means going against you, your grace."
He bowed respectfully, ignoring the still fuming Connington, and the King smiled understandingly.
At least now they were getting somewhere without threats being thrown.
"I believe you need not worry, Lord Stark. From the little I have seen and heard, Lady Lyarra is taking to the South like a fish to water. And I think, between all four of us here, with what we witnessed between our children, it is safe to say the two would not mind our discussion."
Ned swallowed tightly at that, remembering his daughter with the prince.
He had been on edge all night, watchful of his two eldest as he knew they were both rather important commodities in the eyes of the Southerners.
Seeing her ease with the prince, how she laughed, how he smiled…
He could not deny what he saw… there was something going on between those two, and it had scared him initially.
What it could mean for his daughter.
He may not have been a great father to her, and he might have lost the chance to rebuild such a relationship… but last night was telling alone that… he had probably lost one of his children to the South.
And it hurt as much as it filled him with pride to see her happy and at ease.
Turning slight, his mood soared even further as he saw the smug look on Alastair Dayne's face.
If only for the fact that it would be uncouth in the presence of the King and Lord Hand, he would have punched the man's smugness off his face and he knew he would have his friend Robert to back him up if needed.
As if reading the Northern Lord's mind, Alastair eyes narrowed discreetly as he stifled a sneer of dislike at the sight of Lord Stark's long face.
He would prefer never to be around the man if he could. He would always blame the man for his sister's death and the way his niece was raised when he himself could have had her raised in Starfall.
If not for the courtesy of being in the presence of the King, Alastair would have landed a punch on the cold Lord's face, and he knew his brother Arthur would back him up if needed.
Watching this occur, Rhaegar stifled a sigh at the mutinous looks on their faces even as Jon's face turned almost purple at the 'disrespect' he alone could sense from the two Lords.
"Perhaps, we should call for my son and Lady Dayne. Talk to them, separately. That way we can make a decision that would perhaps work well for us all."
Rhaegar suggested, and Ned turned back to him, a considering look on his face as he slowly nodded.
"That would be very acceptable, your grace."
The King nodded, before calling out for Arthur.
Back to the present.
Lyarra breathed in and out as she stood next to Aegon in front of the large door leading to the King's Solar.
Arthur knocked twice and after a call from the Hand, he turned to Lyarra who swallowed tightly.
"I am sure everything is fine, Lyarra. Arthur is just being wicked, not telling us the truth. And I am not your squire anymore."
He added while Arthur smirked.
"Until the day you wipe the floor with me, you will still be my squire, even if you are a knight."
But Lyarra was not listening to their squabbling as Arthur opened the door for her and she entered with a heavy heart and grim, blank face.
As the door closed behind her, she found herself in the presence of the four men who all had eyes on her though with different emotions in them.
She curtseyed immediately, as was expected of her.
"Your grace, my Lords."
The King smiled in greeting.
"Lady Lyarra, please be at ease. You are in no trouble."
Her grim face remained, making her look like her Lord Father who stared at her with concern and worry in his eyes.
Watching his firstborn for what seemed like the first time, he could tell she had grown a lot more than when she had been in the North.
The way she looked, the way she held and carried herself. A woman in her own right, capable of making her own decisions.
"Lord Stark?"
He snapped out of his reverie, turning to the King who gave him a look and with a stiff nod, turned back to his daughter whose hands were clasped in front of her.
"Lyarra… daughter… the King and I have discussed something very important. Something life-changing, if you will… and I will certainly understand if you are not okay with any decisions made here today. You are well within your rights to say no."
He ignored the huff let out by Jon Connington as he focused on his daughter whose frown deepened.
"Is something wrong, father?"
As soon as she said that, Lord Dayne cut in with an exasperated sigh.
"Stop making her wonder, Stark. Niece, the King would like to formally betroth you to his son, Prince Aegon. We would like to know your thoughts on this."
As soon as he said that, Lyarra froze where she stood. Her jaw dropping slightly as she looked at the men in the room, eyes stopping on the King who gave a nod and she looked back at her father who slowly stood up, walking up to her.
"Lyarra… I will understand if it is much too fast. Betrothals can take a year or two before marriage is even fulfilled. You need not—"
"I want to."
She finally blurted out, her heartbeat quickening even as her cheeks turned red in embarrassment at how eager she must have sounded.
Ned stopped and stared down at his daughter who continued.
"I mean… I understand this is about the dragons, am I correct to assume so?"
She looked around the room and the King nodded.
"One of the reasons, if we are being honest. Your hand for my son brings a number of connections to the Royal family as well. And it is safe to assume you and my son get along quite well."
A knowing look appeared on his face even as Lord Dayne smirked and her father's eyes focused on her alone.
She suddenly wished the ground would swallow her whole.
Talking about Aegon with his father who was King! And in the presence of her own father!
Perhaps the Long Night had come indeed.
Breathing in and out and pulling herself back together, she was of the North. They never backed away from a challenge.
She nodded.
"Yes, your grace. Your son has been a great companion of mine ever since I came to live here in the Red Keep. And I am honored you think me good enough for him."
"Indeed."
Jon Connington groused where he sat and Lyarra turned her eyes on him for a moment before brushing him over as unimportant, something he noticed as he puffed up in anger.
"So you are okay with this?"
Her father asked once more, just to be sure, and Lyarra's smile was true as she gaze at him.
Walking out, she was met with Aegon, Arthur, Gendry and Missandei who were both a little behind though the younger Kingsguard seemed to have been in the middle of a jape with the older one.
Her eyes though, stayed on Aegon instead who moved closer to her in curiosity.
"Is everything alright?"
He asked, and Lyarra couldn't stop herself from standing on her toes and placing a soft kiss on his cheek, surprising everyone around at the fact that she did it in semi-public.
Aegon had a look of pleased surprise as he stared down at her.
"They want you inside. Find me when you're done?"
He stared at her longer before speaking up.
"I will head in, if only because I am interested in what they have to say."
Lyarra stifled a snort before walking around him, moving to stand next to Missandei as she watched Aegon walk in.
As the door closed once more, Arthur turned to his niece, studying her closely.
"You look happy."
She smiled impishly.
"I am always happy."
He chuckled as he watched her leave, shaking his head.
As for Lyarra, she couldn't quite stop the little spring in her steps even as a soft smile sat on her face.
A betrothal with Aegon.
Had that actually happened?
Was she dreaming?
Placing a hand against her beating chest… it was real.
A betrothal with Aegon.
He would be as happy as she was… right?
He had to…
He—
"My lady… is everything truly well?"
Missandei spoke up where she stood next to Lyarra and yet still a little behind.
The silvery blonde turned to the Summer Islander with a smile.
"I feel as if I am in a dream. If I wake up, I fear my happiness would be a lie and I would have to live with a disappointment as sad as it is painful."
"This is no dream. Does it… involve the prince?"
Lyarra chuckled quietly as they went through an open courtyard, a couple of guards and servants bowing and curtseying as she passed by.
It suddenly dawned on her that, if the betrothal was officially agreed upon, the would effectively be marrying into the royal family… everything would change.
In the span of a day, she would be elevated high up from the daughter of a Lord Paramount, to the wife of the Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.
She breathed out shakily at the thought… and yet, the thought of being with Aegon without hiding in secret… that felt a lot more better and important than any other troubles she had.
"It does have something to do with the prince, Missandei."
Missandei watched her for a moment before she smiled quietly to herself.
"Lyarra!"
A loud voice startled not just her, but Missandei as well as the guards and 3 servants walking through the courtyard.
Lyarra spun on her feet almost immediately and just in time to be swept off her feet and twirled in the air by an excited prince.
Her surprised shout changed into that of welcomed laughter as the world suddenly felt brighter even as the skies darkened into evening.
Further away from them, the guards stared in surprise while the servants pretended to be on their way while instead eagerly watching in no small amount of shock.
"Why didn't you tell me!"
He laughed as he placed her back on the ground and Lyarra couldn't stop her beam as she grasped his jaw softly, uncaring of those watching.
"I wanted you to find out on your own. Are you happy?"
She blurted out self-consciously.
"I mean… if you are against the betrothal—"
All thought was lost as his lips connected with hers, drawing her into a kiss so heart wrenching, Lyarra's legs buckled slightly.
Quiet gasps resonated through the hallways and as Missandei watched with a growing smile, she knew before the night was out… everyone would know about it.
As for the lovebirds, lost in their own world, they had no idea a prophecy was slowly coming to past.
Later that night…
As Lyarra cared for her Dragons where they lay in her arms, full on meat and drowsy eyes as she sat by the fireplace in her bedchambers, Ghost's head on her lap as he slept, she couldn't help thinking about what had occurred in the day.
Everything was indeed changing… and though they came with wonders and a large amount of happiness, she was no fool to think there wouldn't be problems at some point.
But for now, she was uncaring of all that. She basked in the presence… she basked in her happiness.
Staring at the little wonders in her arms, the diamond scaled dragon stared back at her with an all knowing calmness that made her insides burn hot with something at the tip of her tongue.
"Reeva."
She whispered, her voice carrying into the night as the dragon tilted it's head almost in question.
"Your name shall be known as Reeva. For my dearest mother. The Star of Dorne, she was known as. She grew up in Starfall and held the world in her hands. Reeva. One who guides all like a river… like a star."
In a way, dragons were kings of the skies. Stars in their own right. And it helped that the dragon's colors were those of house Dayne, down to its growing horns.
All her life, Lyarra had only known the North as her home. Everything she had, everything she knew… was the North. Reeva was an homage to her mother.
The dragon chirped for a little while, before slowly burrowing into her arms and dozing off.
Turning to the second dragon, so reminiscent of the colors of House Targaryen, it's eyes blinked back at her and she stifled a smile.
While the newly named Reeva was the clearly bigger dragon and would continue to grow larger and faster than it's nest mate, this one was wild and fiery. A force to be reckoned with when it was fully grown.
With what had happened today, she felt it was only just, to name this one in honor of the Targaryen family who had taken her from the North and welcomed her with open arms.
Of Aegon who had proved to be her most ardent companion and supporter.
In honor of her betrothal to him.
"You… you shall be known as Aegarax. Named after one of the 14 flames… Named for my own Aegon."
The newly named Aegarax screeched softly, clacking it's jaws as if testing it's name, before burrowing it's head in her arms and dozing off much like it's nest mate.
And Lyarra smiled… at Ghost, Reeva and Aegarax.
At her direwolf and dragons.
So that's it!
The nobles returning and with it a betrothal!
It's been a long time coming but here we are! Ladies and gents, your pair is getting closer.
Anyways, the Tyrells are returning back to where they came from. Poor Garlan though, hm?
Anyways, who enjoyed Lyarra and Aegon's talk about the North and the Long Night?
Am I trying to say something? Yes. Yes I am.
And she named the dragons!!!
Reeva for her mother. I had to do a lot of research on what to name the white dragon especially as it has so much Dayne connection.
Ashara has a unique meaning Ashara name meaning in english is 'Social Person; Great Companion; Graceful .' Which sort of reminds me of Ashara I have created as a person. The character I developed who was a social person, graceful at court and a great companion for Elia.
But when I tried to name a dragon something similar, I just couldn't find anything that would fit. So then I moved to stars. Lyarra's nick name is star and Ashara was sort of called the star of house daynes and the Daynes have their sword Dawn and basically, they're star based! Lol. So I thought of Reeva Meaning: Hindi for "One who guides people like a river or a star" A dragon in a way, guides people in many traditions. Also, when a dragon flies in the skies, many can see it for miles ahead. A sort of star in the skies, if you will. It sort of fits the Hindu/Indian thing I have going for Dorne and pays a sort of homage to her mother for those willing to look closely into it. Also, Reeva is a beautiful name for a calm dragon!
As for Aegarax, it was just meant to be! She named the dragon for Aegon because... Why not?!
Anyways NEXT CHAPTER, the news of the betrothal spreads across and a little Northern cameo from Sansa. Aegon begins training Room and Lyarra spends more time with Wylla and Missandei.