Robert Baratheon

"Your Grace, ravens have arrived."

Robert groaned in annoyance before pulling away from the pretty whore who was currently in his bed. They'd already lain together three times that morning but clearly a fourth was not happening. Shooing her away as he called back he would be out soon and to await him in the meeting room of Storm's End. Watching as the woman- Lottie? Betty? What her name was now he could not recall but that didn't matter for he would likely send for her again later and he could learn then. Pulling on his breeches and a loose tunic for this was not formal in any way so there was no need to wear his finery.

Cersei would hate it, but there was little she didn't hate. A woman he had married during the Third Faith Rebellion for her fathers vast armies. Westerosi were finally at their wits end with the Valyrian's and their heathen ways, not to mention they had dwindled the trade between Essos and Westeros simply by being there which harmed their own Kingdom's. But not Robert, no. He had many more reasons to despise the Valyrian's and especially his cunt cousins removed who were currently Lord Admiral and Lord Freeholder respectively. A feeling that was very much mutual on their side too.

If it weren't for Aerys and Rhaella Targaryen he would still have his parents. A thought that never left his mind unless it was whatever whore he had or food and wine. Every time he thought on it anger swelled through him an intense amount that he could've sworn at times there was a literal fire blazing deep within his bones. It was well known that King Tywin had tried many times to ingratiate his darling daughter to Rhaegar but he had been spurned just as many times. Then there had been the suggestion of possibly one of his own cousins through his own Estermont mother but Aerys was not having such a thing. Only someone with blood of Old Valyria was good enough for his boys and he would stand for nothing less than that.

The final nail had been when Aerys enlisted his fathers aid to sail to Volantis to speak to the Caeniar's and if not one of the families of Old within the black walls of said city. Being thrown from the city in question and not allowed entry without authorisation from Lord Freeholder Maelon and his wife Lady Freeholder Rhaelle Naeron. Further adding insult to the noble name of Baratheon. Yes, it was true his own House would not exist if it weren't for Lord Freeholder Aerion's bastard being passed off as legitimate as he took after his mother, but that had been more than three hundred years ago and their blood was too diluted to be considered good enough for their fuckery.

On the ship back they'd been raided and attacked by pirates in the Stepstones, on an island that was abandoned due to its lack of resources but still came under the Mellarys' domain. None of them had aided. King Steffon and Queen Cassana did escape the carnage but due to the ship being weakened from the attack when they inevitably entered Shipbreaker Bay things went terribly wrong. Renly was only a young boy himself, too young to know what was really happening and what it all meant. But Robert did, as did Stannis. The two watching from the drum tower of Storm's End as their parents ship got stuck in a particularly violent current and crashed into the rocky shore and sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Therefore, when whispers of rebellion began he was one of the first to step forward and join the cause. He wanted revenge, he wanted blood, he wanted to hurt the Targaryen's like they had hurt him. Whilst they did not directly kill his parents, if they did not suggest what they did it would not have happened. Accepting the proposal of marriage from King Tywin who was equally as wroth hence why he now had an undoubtedly beautiful woman as his Queen who just so happened to also be complete poison within.

Entering the room in question not long after to see both his brothers, Maester Cressen, his wife, his children, and Stannis' hideous Florent wife. A fact that was known due to the woman's rat-like face, obvious moustache, and ears so big people often joked if she could learn to move them she could fly with them. Cersei wrinkling her nose at what he was wearing whilst she as she always was, was dressed head to toe in the finest of Lannister fashion. A bright red gown with a lot of gold accents which only made her golden hair stand out even more. Jewellery from her neck, wrists, and ears with gods know how many gemstones in them. At least it wasn't his own coin, her father gave her a set allowance to spend however she liked.

"What ravens arrived, Maester Cressen?"

The old man coughed a little before reaching into one of his many pockets in his Maester robes before removing them to hand them over. Quickly scanning the seals before his eyes landed on the final one. A deep orange with a spear on it, knowing immediately what that was. Cracking the others open first and reading them aloud. Lord Sunglass and Lord Bar Emmon again refused to conjoin with the Stormland's, stating they were free of the restraints of Kings and Queens. Not a surprise, they wished to be abed with the Valyrian's and even adopted some of their ways. Not their incest though, even for them that was too much.

"Your brother writes to tell us of a betrothal between his son Tyland to your cousin Janei."

Cersei's nostrils visibly flared up at such a thing. It was no secret she hated Alysanne Lefford for marrying her twin brother, ranting often on how the bitch had separated them from one another for the first time since they were conceived. It was another insult to her because she had spoke on how she wished for Joffrey to wed one of her many cousins but he wished nought for such a thing, wondering to how she would react to Prince Doran's raven when he eventually got to it. There was a large difference in age between the two, almost ten years if he had it correct, but that was of no trouble. Arianne was still young enough to carry children and children of such would be a further insult to Rhaegar, his wives, siblings, and whelps. Three more ravens were read aloud and it was clear Cersei was getting bored but before he knew it he got to the final letter. Stannis spotting the symbol stamped into the wax and looking to him quizzically. Cracking it open and scanning it somewhat, allowing a grin to take over his face.

"Vengeance."

The word slipped from his lips before he had any time to think about doing so. Feeling a warmth spread through him and having to fight down the laugh that was desperate to escape. Wishing he could be in the Targaryen manse to witness Rhaegar's and Elia's faces himself. Turning to his eldest son who looked oh so much like his mother and speaking.

"A betrothal has been agreed, my son."

"I was not made aware of a betrothal offer."

Cersei interrupted, seeing her nostrils flaring even more in anger that he had done this behind her back. She could rage all she wished, he knew she was bedding one of his guards behind his back and deliberately did so to insult him further. Not that it did, and it angered her even more. Deep green eyes blaring like wildfire and noticing her face beginning to turn red.

"Prince Doran has agreed to wed his eldest daughter to our eldest- "

"A Martell whore?!"

Oh Robert was enjoying this, a little too much many would say. The fun was broken by Stannis though as he cut in.

"Joffrey was to wed another Stormland's Lady, that was part of the terms of your marriage to Queen Cersei- "

Robert waved his hand towards his eldest brother who gritted his teeth so hard not only was it visible but made him wonder how he even still had teeth in the first place with how often he done so. Stannis was a tough man, with a tougher mind, and tougher wants.

"He will marry Princess Arianne. You may be my Queen but I am still your King and the Kings word is final. I will hear no word against such."

He watched as her body visibly stiffened before lifting her skirts and storming from the room. His eldest following close behind but the youngest two remained. The only two he somewhat enjoyed but that could be because they actually looked like him and not their mother. There was no denying Myrcella and Tommen were Baratheon's but whispers had spread about Joffrey when he was born considering there had never been a Baratheon who didn't have black hair before.

"Our cousins are not going to like this, Robert."

Renly spoke up now, looking between himself and Stannis who was still giving him a look of hatred. Clearly not agreeing to the match but it had been made now and as much as they despised one another, Robert knew Stannis would stand by his back no matter what.

"I care nought what the spawns say. It will happen, and it is now in writing."

"Lord Freeholder Rhaegar spared your life in the rebellion, your Grace. When you advanced on Highgarden and duelled- "

"I will hear of this no more, Maester Cressen. Please leave."

His voice was booming now, the Maester in question closing his mouth and nodding obediently and leaving the room. Shireen following him and hearing the bells from her fool outside alongside his hideous voice.

"You forget, brothers. If it weren't for those silver-haired freaks we would still have parents- "

"Īlvī muñarī sēntis gīmitoty daor." (We don't know they killed our parents.)

Renly cut in. There were times it annoyed him that he was so young when it happened and couldn't remember much of the aftermath. Hells, for months afterwards he had asked when their mother and father would be home so he could show them the newest trinket he had acquired.

"Issa gīmiti. Drīves iksō daor, Stannis. Udrāzma paktot istas, īlonda hen skoros paktot buttis." (Yes we know. Don't lie, Stannis. The order was right, they hate us for doing what is right.)

The order in question being scorpions being shot from the many slits in the drum tower until one struck true and Aerys Targaryen fell with his dragon into the very waters his parents had drowned in. It was justice, it was vengeance, anyone who said it was not were either liars or had their heads up the arses of the Valyrian's.

"Muña kepī lōgor qringōntas. Kony kelitis kōttos daor." (Mother and fathers ship failed. That cannot be stopped.)

Stannis continued for Renly, clearly trying to talk him out of the agreement that had now been made. They could try all they liked, his mind was made up and it was not going to change. His son deserved a Princess as he was a Prince, and that was what he had arranged. His wife could harp on as much as she wished like his brothers but this was just.

"Mellaro beldusy daor, Velario beldusy daor. Valyro Jelmāzmurliot sētos daor." (The Mellarys' did not help, the Velaryon's did not help. Valyrian's are of no use to us in the Stormland's.)

His voice was raised now, seeing Myrcella and Tommen wince at the tone of voice he was using but he paid them no mind. Teeth beginning to grind together much like Stannis' were but this was broken by Renly crossing his arms and speaking words which angered him more.

"Sīr pōjys ēngos yydrā, lēkyys." (You are speaking their language now, older brother.)

"Get out. All of you!"

He practically roared. He hadn't even realised he had switched to the language of those bastards. His parents had made sure they learn it due to their shared blood, yet he rarely ever used the words. Every time he did it was a reminder of what he no longer had and never would have again. Heading back to his own chambers and ordering a servant to summon the same whore from this morning so he could get some of his frustration out before he destroyed another sword by hacking at a tree like he'd done many times before.

Lyanna Stark

"Lento syyz iksas." (It is good to be home.)

Those were the first words to leave Elia's lips when they walked inside the Targaryen manse. After the three weddings in the North they had remainder for a further day before heading back to Dragonstone to prepare for the inevitable backlash that would come of what had happened. Saerysa had offered to try and mediate between her father, aunt, and brother, but Rhaegar had banned her from doing so. They were the ones who not only allowed the slight to occur, they had aided in it. Saerysa had simply gone along with it as she felt bad for her nephews and sister.

"Arlī lento urnegon syyz istas. Zaldrīzesdoron jorrāelan yn Sōdrurlion iksos daor." (It was good to see home again. I love Dragonstone but it is not Winterfell.)

She replied back. The words were true. Dragonstone was her home now but it would never be her true home. She was of the blood of direwolves, something which was more truer than ever now as she leaned down to pick up the mostly black pup with white and grey markings on its paws and head. Yapping in annoyance for a moment before snuggling in to the petting. She'd still to think of a name for the little direwolf that had unexpectedly bonded to her but one would come eventually. It took Aemon nearing a month before settling on Ghost if what her brother wrote was true when it had happened.

"Dorne ñuho lento tolī kessa, ñuhys ābrazyyrys." (Dorne will always be my home too, my wife.)

Elia continued. Slowly reaching out to let the pup sniff at her before reaching over to pet its head lovingly too. She hadn't taken well to Rhaegar yet but that was probably because he often got up early to ride Shadow and he always came back stinking of dragon. It was a smell no one could really describe. It was smokey, fiery, earthy, and something else no one could agree on. Lyanna had grown to love it though as did Elia. Putting down the pup which chased after Ghost and linking her arm with her wife as they went looking for her children.

"Kesīr Āegon Rhaenyys mijiot beka iksos daor." (It is strange without Aegon and Rhaenys here.)

She spoke, biting her lip as she realised what she had said and turning to the Dornish beauty beside her. Dark eyes having a pained expression for but a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Gaomilza, vamiot issi." (We will adjust, they are nearby.)

That was true at least. Especially given the fact Rhaenys had Ellaron and Aegon had Aerithor. If they wished they could be here in a matter of minutes. The lack of noise was obvious, not hearing the two of them bicker in the walls or her son rolling his eyes in annoyance and walking away to avoid being dragged into his older siblings ridiculous fights.

"Sōnarēko."

The word for a moment brought a blush to Lyanna's cheeks before something clicked into place. Tilting her head and trying it on her tongue to see how it felt. It felt right.

"Zyyhi brōzi Sōnarēko issa." (Her name is Winter Rose.)

Elia for a moment appeared confused before realisation washed over her. It was what both her and Rhaegar would call her whereas they would call Elia Jaedēzos- Summer Sun. It wasn't long before they entered the main dining hall where a large feast was awaiting them as they took their seats. The children weren't here yet nor was Rhaegar but he was likely trying to catch Rhaella again who had instead replaced Aegon's tendency to do the same with her father.

"Pār īlva trēsy hāedār jiki- " (Then we are sending our son and sister- )

There was something beautiful about a Dornish accent speaking in the language of the dragons. It sounded rough with her own accent but that was not the case for Elia. Even Rhaenys on occasion had a tinge of Dornish in her own voice.

"Īlva trēsy hāedār syyz kessi, Lyannus. Aemon Daeneryys tolī kostōbi issi." (Our son and sister will be fine, Lyanna. Aemon and Daenerys are far too stubborn.)

Lyanna cut her off. Waiting a moment before her wife snorted at her words. Not that she wasn't terrified by what was going to happen. The two years she had spent mostly apart from her children had been horrible and they had visited as often as they could. Now, they were sending them half a world away into cities who still had the gall to call themselves Ghiscari even if the Ghiscari empire had not stood for thousands of years.

"Daenerys hen Sōdrurlion iksos daor sīlie iksā?" (Are you certain Daenerys isn't a Northerner?)

Elia fired back, the laugh now leaving her own lips as Rhaegar walked in with Rhaella. Frowning a little at the obvious lack of joining by their son and sister but this was confirmed when he shook his head. Elia finally cracking as a bellowing laugh left her at his expression.

"Rhaegar, you know what Aemon and Daenerys are like."

The turn back to common took her off guard for a moment before she shook her head. Taking the knife and making the first cut into the roasted duck and passing it to Rhaegar. Clearly he'd walked by them or maybe walked in on them abed, Lyanna not quite knowing which of the two was worse. Aemon may be a man grown but he was still her little boy- he would always be her little boy. Rhaegar thought of Daenerys the same and due to that it was likely harder for him to swallow even though it was clear the two did love each other fiercely.

"Maela arlie lykor udir emas." (Maela has a new whisper.)

"Skoros ūī issa?" (What is it?)

She leaned in at hearing Rhaegar's words. Taking note of his expression which was positively thunderous which confirmed whatever the whisper was he did not like at all. It was rare her husband wore an expression as such and all laughter that had been in the room a moment before seemed to disappear alongside everyone surrounding them. Practically spitting the following words.

"Qeldlie Velkrys Arianne va Joffrey dīnagon jaelilza." (The Yellow Stag wants to marry Arianne to Joffrey.)

"Skoros?!" (What?!)

Elia cut in, her own voice dangerously deep but very loud which only added to her quickly growing ire. The insult was not lost on Lyanna either. Prince Doran had tried many a time to have his eldest two marry their eldest two, and he did not recognise either Aemon or Rhaella- seeing them as nothing more than bastards. Something which was driven farther home when he had refused to stay in the Targaryen manse when he had come for the wedding celebrations to save face unless they were out of his sight as was Lyanna.

"Hen sīlie gīmigon jeldis." (She wanted to know for certain.)

Hence why they had only been made aware of it now. Elia's nostrils were flaring and her hands had curled into tight fists as anger ran through her at what her brother wished for. This was clearly going to sever the single string left between them. At least she'd still have Oberyn, which was something at least.

"Hen kesa jōrilon daor- " (I will not stand for this- )

"Iā keson daor, valzyyrys. Mellariot kesys bantis bardīnna." (I will not either, husband. I will write to Mellario this night.)

That finished the conversation. It would further anger Doran but clearly their wife was done with her brothers slights. All beginning to tuck into the food although there was a noticeable taste of salt in the air over everything that had just been revealed. For a moment she had been angry Maela had not immediately come to them with the whisper, but it was a whisper that required proof beforehand and there were no glass candles in the North. Even in the Freehold there weren't many of the items as so few people could work them now.

"Howland tolī bardīnna." (I'll write to Howland too.)

She added. Many Valyrian's felt uneasy with Greenseers but on a topic as such, they may just accept such a thing.

Aegon Targaryen

"Keson lenton tolī rōvon issa hen lanta gierion." (This manse is too large for too people.)

Rhaenys said under her breath, Aegon looking to her as she continued to move things around the manse so it felt more like a home to them considering this was to be their primary residence until they themselves became Lord and Lady Freeholder of Dragonstone.

"Kona skoros aōhys bartos issa, ābrazyyrys?" (That is what is on your mind, wife?)

"Drēje iksas, vīlībagon kōtton daor." (It is true, you cannot deny it.)

His eyes narrowed in annoyance at her words but he could never truly be angry with her. Instead opting to shake his head and whisper under his breath.

"Avy buqan." (I hate you.)

"Yne drēji jorrāelā." (You love me really.)

His annoyance grew more with her sharp retort. Many people looked at them and thought they hated one another but this was how they had always spoken to one another. When they were babes, when they had fostered in Sunspear a few years earlier, and now they were married and they still treated one another the same. The only thing that did change is a couple of times a week they would share a bed yet there was no love in it. Rhaenys cared for someone else and if he himself could've chosen it would've been anyone but his sisters.

Yet he'd done his duty. They had sworn the oaths when they were children and when they were old enough to grasp what they truly meant. They had wed in the eyes of every member of the eleven ruling families. At least they didn't hate each other- quite the opposite actually. There was love there but it was not the kind of love their parents had for one another or even Aemon and Daenerys who were practically tied at the hip for as long as he could remember.

By now they had headed to the private quarters within their new manse. Two floors in height like the main Targaryen manse yet considerably more ornate and a lot of black stone. Whereas the manse they had grown up in was built during the rule of Lord Freeholder Jaehaerys and Lady Freeholder Alysanne, the manse they were in had been built for Lord Freeholder Gaemon and Lady Freeholder Daenys by their parents when the new Freehold was still in its very early days. Lady Freeholder Maeressa did not get to see the building completed after perishing in battle. Something that had gone down in their history as she'd had no battle experience and only stepped in to help her son. Many looked back on the woman with awe that she had done so but just as many looked back on her in disdain.

He'd never understand Andals. In Dorne a spear was placed in a babes hands on their second name-day. Both boys and girls were no matter what, and on their tenth name-day were given the option of quitting, continuing, or taking on a new weapon. Aegon was decent with a spear but he was not a patch on Rhaenys or their Dornish cousins. Tyene out of them all was the deadliest and her aim was terrifyingly accurate as they had witnessed many a time. He was good with a sword but Aemon bet him in that regard. Something that annoyed him massively once but now he took in stride and tried to take pointers from his younger brother.

His relationship with Aemon had been strained for a while. His uncle ordering within Sunspear that both Aemon and Rhaella were to be referred to as 'the other children' instead of their fathers children to mother Lyanna. Any time himself or Rhaenys spoke up in support of their siblings led to incredibly rigorous training that left their bodies in agony for up to three days afterwards. If they dared say anything against Doran's wants directly though- that was a whole lot worse. They'd never said so openly what had been done but their mother figured it out all the same simply be looking at them. At least Rhaenys found solace, noticing the sadness in her expression currently as he walked over to her and placing an arm around her waist.

"Ari sīr lento isis, syyz glaesilā?" (Ari has gone home now, will you be good?)

She sighed deeply before looking directly at him. She looked so much like their mother, there was precious little of their father in his sister and wife. Rumours had even spread when she had been born that perhaps she was not Rhaegar's but that was quickly put to rest when Ellaron hatched in cradle. Something that rarely happened yet eggs were placed in babes cradles anyway to make the transition of a bond forming easier to manage. Aerithor hadn't been a cradle dragon but he had hatched in the warming chamber within the Targaryen manse as had Arrax and many other dragons of their House.

"Glaesinna. Glaesagon kōttōt daor se dīntiti, Āegos." (I will be. We cannot be and we are married, Aegon.)

He chose not to continue with the initial conversation and instead thought on what their lives were going to be now. It was still strange to think on, that he was now a married man. They were both a fair bit older than they should've been when they did marry. Talk had been spread around they wouldn't go through with it and instead abscond with someone else without the blessing of the Fourteen. If they were to do that they would've began a war within the Freehold which none of them wished for.

"Aemon Daeneryys tolī issi." (Aemon and Daenerys are too.)

He added to his wife's words, for that was what Rhaenys was to him now. She wasn't just his older sister anymore. They were bound as one in the eyes of their gods and they would remain bound until one of them died. Marriages weren't dissolved easily in the Freehold and the handful that had been dissolved were followed by days filled with blood.

"Skoros riñar ēlī kelinītsos emilzi?" (What is the chance they will have children first?)

Rhaenys retorted, giving him a playful look and resting her cheek on his shoulder and enjoying the company. Aegon snorting at her words and answering.

"Kona kelinītsos keson daor. Lentot tolvie ryptan." (I will not bet that, I heard enough at home.)

There was no denying it. Whilst himself and Rhaenys would do their duty, deep down they did not love each other like that. Would never love each other like that. Whereas anyone with eyes could see just how perfect their brother and aunt were for one another. The fact their dragons had hatched less than a day apart was proof of such a thing and even now it wasn't uncommon to see both Rhaelithox and Guēsin playing with one another over the city of Dragonstone. From nipping at each other tales or sneaking up to scar the other through the clouds. Many had thought that the two dragons would mate but that had been destroyed when they were old enough to be sexed and they were both found to be male dragons.

Ellaron had lain a clutch when they returned to Dragonstone. Her first clutch. Rhaenys had been ecstatic by such a thing and had remained close to her own mount when it was happening to give her support. Five eggs had been lay but neither of them could get close enough to see the colourings of the shells as Ellaron had proven to be incredibly protective over them. They'd need to get them eventually to take them to the warming chambers and if any were cold to be taken to the Temple to be put on display with the others that had also gone cold.

Daerya Dallaeron

She wasn't even angry, she was furious. Picking up the nearest thing to the glass candle she had been using and throwing it towards the wall. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply whilst trying to keep her composure. Gripping the edge of the table until she had calmed down somewhat to make sense of what she had heard from Maela Velaryon and Viserys Targaryen.

Daerya was a Dallaeron, her blood being the purest Valyrian blood there was in the world besides the Caeniar's. Although not for long if what was spoken were true. If she was angry, Malaelar may as well erupt like the Fourteen Flames did four hundred years prior. It was against their beliefs, their gods, against their bonds of blood, against their oaths, and it was an insult all in one. Not even an insult, the Caeniar's had just broken all trust by doing what they had.

And yet, Daerya couldn't hated Jelaerya. Jacaerys had treated her horribly, even banning her from seeing their sons unless she came to them which was both a dangerous and long journey no matter which route was taken. Even now, hardly anyone ever travelled along the Demon Road. Whilst a direct link between Volantis and Meereen, it went through the ruined city of Bhorash which was inhabited by their darkest secrets. Where their experiments had gone very wrong and they could not risk them coming to light and were left there. The last time had been a few years before where a woman had been born with hooves instead of hands and two heads attached at the cheek.

Some of their experiments they could get away with, whether that be removing some parts and stating they had lost said body part in an accident or having them remain in the caves below the hidden valley on Elyria. She didn't like it, but she did support the keeping of their old ways. They had done this in Valyria of Old, and they were Valyrian's. One of two true Valyrian families left. Those of the Old Blood in Volantis could also argue such a thing but they could not bond with dragons, they were not originally part of the ruling families like her own House were.

Now, they were going to be the only true Valyrian House. Thinking on how she was going to tell her brother and nephew of what had happened. Instead of flying to White Harbour to witness the binding between Aeranor and Wynafryd they had flown to Qohor. A city they were technically in control of but they left them to their own more often than not. The manse they had here was built half within a mountain and the other half hidden by a thick forest. It reminding her greatly of the Heir Freeholder manse on Elyria which was much the same being located deep within a forest. Sighing deeply before making her way to find Malaelar and Taherys. She found both not long after, both sitting at a table and staring down at a detailed map of Essos. Both looking to her as she entered and seeing she had to tell them something.

"YYdrās, hāedus." (Speak, little sister.)

Malaelar spoke, stopping what he had been doing to turn to her at seeing the way her lips were pressed together trying to keep her anger at bay.

"Skoriot Jelaerya gīmis." (I know where Jelaerya is.)

Taherys perked up and it didn't miss her that Gael was not here. She hated Taherys but they were bound in blood and she was a Dallaeron in marriage.

"Skoriot?" (Where?)

Daerya took a few moments before the words left her mouth.

"Moat Cailin."

For a bit, it took a moment for her brother and nephew to catch on to what this meant. Yet when it did, it was obvious. Seeing Taherys' face turn a comical shade of red in fury at what this meant.

"Jāla emos daor- " (She hasn't-)

"Jāla Dārilaros Benjen Sōdrurliot dīntis." (She has married Prince Benjen in Winterfell.)

It went quiet again at this as the words began to sink in. What had convinced Maelon to agree to such a thing? To agree to them splitting? Her own betrothal was wiped now and whilst it did anger her, it didn't anger her as much as people may think. Herself and Maelon were not close, she wasn't even supposed to marry him because by honour she should've married her brother. Yet Malaelar saw the web Maelon was obviously weaving and wanted a part of it. Now he wasn't getting that, and Taherys now could not officially be named Heir Freeholder. That fact was beginning to sink in on her nephews face as he got redder and redder in anger before storming from the room in search of his dragon. Knowing she herself would be searching for Lerrax once this was over.

Now Viserys was still the Heir Freeholder as was Helaena Velraenos and Nesaemera Caeniar. Helaena wasn't wholly Valyrian- her thrice great grandmother had been an Andal heathen. Viserys didn't deserve that, he deserved someone of the pure blood but that was not to be the case. He'd always been betrothed to Rhaenyanne Velraenos but she had absconded with her brother instead, Helaena stepping in for her aunt and keeping up the oath of blood. She was a cousin at least, being the daughter of Delaesa Caeniar and Jaemon Velraenos.

Taherys hadn't been quiet on the fact he would now be the Heir Freeholder of Elyria, a position he'd coveted after since he was old enough to know what such a position entailed, yet it had been pulled from underneath his feet. He would only do so now if something were to happen to Jelaerya's boys and cursing her nephew from his ashes that perhaps if he did not treat his wife as he had this would not be happening now. Yet it was, and they had to accept it as much as they hated it. Even more so because many had witnessed the union with their own eyes according to the conversation Maela and Viserys had in the Admiral's manse on Dragonstone.

Only once before had House Dallaeron been insulted as such. Then, they had sucked it up and done nothing against it. Not this time though, this time they would make it known they did not approve by the moves made against them. Their distant aunt Maerella had been married to Viserys Targaryen when the Targaryen's blood was still purely Valyrian. Yet when Viserys died after being tortured it was expected she would marry Jaehaerys by honours sake. Yet Jaehaerys had spurned her by saying he only had eyes for Alysanne and he would not take another woman to wife even if honour demanded such a thing. Many believed said insult had been forgiven and forgotten, but that was not the case.

And they were going to make it known.