Driftmark, High Tide - 125 AC
I was giving a sailing lesson to Aemond and Lucerys on The Black Pearl. The morning was crisp, the sun shining down on the port, and I could see the excitement in Aemond's eyes as he took in the grandeur of the ship. This was no ordinary vessel; this was my gift to Lucerys for claiming her dragon, Ghost. I had built The Black Pearl to celebrate that milestone, and it was heartening to see Aemond so enchanted by it.
I could tell he saw the ship as the perfect complement to Ghost, who was becoming known as the White Pearl. The small folk of Driftmark had started calling them the Pearl Trinity in his mind, and I liked that thought.
The Pearl of Driftmark, the White Pearl, and the Black Pearl, the Pearl Trinity.
But I wasn't here to indulge in my own nostalgia or to bask in the ship's glory. I was here to teach them, to pass on what I knew of the sea. Aemond was focused, his late cheekiness replaced by a serious determination. He knew that being the future Lord Consort of Driftmark meant he had to be well-prepared. He was taking this lesson seriously, as he should.
I started with the basics, explaining the different parts of the ship and how they functioned. Aemond was a good student, listening intently and asking questions with a genuine curiosity. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, soaking up every bit of knowledge I imparted.
"Remember," I said, "the sea is both a friend and a foe. It can carry you to great adventures or swallow you whole. You have to understand it, respect it, and you'll be able to master it."
Lucerys was right beside him, her excitement as palpable as ever. She had always thrived in these lessons, love for the sea was as strong as any Velaryon. Watching her grow into her role as heiress of Driftmark had been one of my greatest joys. Her eyes sparkled as she took in every word, and I saw in her the same eagerness I had seen in her father, Laenor, when he was young.
"Aemond, come here," I called out, guiding him to the side of the ship where the wind was strongest. "Feel the wind against your face. This is the first lesson in sailing: understanding how the wind moves, how it can be your ally or your adversary."
Aemond nodded, closing his eyes for a moment to feel the breeze. I could see the intensity in his features, the seriousness of the moment. He was aware of the weight of his future responsibilities, and I admired that about him.
Lucerys stepped forward, climbing on the step, so her hands could reach the wheel. "Let's see what you've learned," I said to both of them.
Lucerys took the wheel with confidence, her movements steady as she adjusted to the wind. Aemond stood beside her, observing her techniques and mimicking them as best he could. They worked in sync, their cooperation a sign of the strong partnership they would need in the future.
"The sea teaches you more than just navigation," I said as I walked around the deck. "It teaches you about leadership, about being part of something bigger than yourself."
Aemond absorbed my words, nodding as he looked out over the water. "I understand, Lord Corlys. I want to be the best I can for Lucy and Driftmark."
I clapped him on the shoulder, a rare gesture of approval. "That's the spirit. It's not just about sailing; it's about the responsibility you will carry. You must be strong, wise, and compassionate. Those are the qualities that will make you a good leader."
The lesson went on, with Aemond asking thoughtful questions and Lucerys executing the tasks with practiced ease. As we docked The Black Pearl, I felt a deep satisfaction. I had taught them what I could for the day. I looked out at the port, the sea sparkling under the sun, and I knew that Driftmark was in good hands.
"Thank you for the lesson, Lord Corlys," Aemond said, his voice sincere.
I smiled at him, feeling a warmth in my chest. "You've done well, Aemond. Keep that dedication, and you'll be a fine Lord Consort."
Lucerys joined us, her face glowing with the joy of the day's success. "Thank you, Grandfather. This was wonderful."
I looked at them both, my heart full. "It's my pleasure. I'm proud of you both."
Laena then came to pick up Lucerys for her embroidery lessons with Maris, Ellyn, Rhaena, and Baela. The children's laughter and excited chatter echoed as they left the docks, heading for their afternoon activities. I watched them go, a fond smile on my face.
As they disappeared from view, I turned to Aemond, who was still standing at the edge of The Black Pearl's deck, his gaze lingering on the water. I could see the eagerness in his eyes, the thirst for knowledge that was all too familiar.
"Come with me, Aemond," I said, gesturing towards the captain's quarters. "There's more I'd like to show you."
He followed me with a determined stride, his curiosity evident. We entered the quarters, the room was filled with maps, charts, and navigational tools. I could see Aemond's eyes widen as he took in the sight of the old nautical charts and compasses laid out on the table.
"Sit," I said, motioning to a sturdy chair. "We'll go over some cartography today. It's a crucial skill for any sailor, and one that will serve you well in your future role."
Aemond took the seat, his attention fixed on the maps before him. I pulled out a detailed chart of the Stepstones, spreading it out on the table.
"Cartography is more than just drawing maps," I began, pointing to various features on the chart. "It's about understanding the land and sea, predicting the currents, and planning your routes. A good navigator can turn a journey into a triumph."
Aemond leaned in, his eyes scanning the map with interest. "Why are you teaching me this and not Lucerys? Isn't she going to be the Lady Regent of Driftmark?"
I saw the question coming, and I was glad he asked it. It was a sign of the respect he had for the role that Lucerys was preparing for, and that he had no desire to covet Lucerys' rightful position of power. I leaned back, considering how best to explain.
"Lucerys was born at the Red Keep," I started, looking at Aemond. "But she was raised as a Velaryon. From a young age, she learned to read maps and navigate the seas. She already had a solid foundation in cartography and sailing, before she even started learning her letters and numbers. But you, Aemond, have yet to build that foundation."
Aemond's eyes widened slightly. "I didn't know that. I always thought that she learned everything she knew from books or from us."
I nodded. "Most of what she knows, she learned from the sea itself. The maps and the stars, they were part of her upbringing. When she was little, she'd sit at my side and watch as I charted our courses. She knows the basics and more."
Aemond looked genuinely surprised. "How come she never told me this before? I always thought we were learning together."
I chuckled softly. "You've always been close to Lucerys, and that's a good thing. But your paths are different. Lucerys has been prepared for a leadership role from the start. Her education was focused on that. Yours is just beginning, and it's important you build a strong base."
Aemond nodded slowly, processing the information. "I see. So, this is why you're focusing on this now."
"Yes," I said, taking out a compass and pointing to its features. "This compass, for instance, is a tool for finding direction. But it's also a symbol of what you'll need to learn—how to navigate not just the seas, but the challenges you'll face."
I showed him how to read the compass, explaining the importance of true north and magnetic north, and how to use them to chart a course. Aemond listened attentively, asking questions and absorbing every bit of knowledge.
"Understanding the stars is another part of navigation," I said, pulling out an astrolabe. "We'll have to wait for the night to practice this, but I'll explain the basics now."
Aemond watched intently as I demonstrated how to use the astrolabe to measure the angle of the stars above the horizon. I talked about celestial navigation, explaining how sailors have used the stars for centuries to find their way across the oceans.
"It's not just about knowing how to sail," I said, as I handed him the astrolabe. "It's about understanding how the world works. The stars guide you, the maps show you the way. But it's up to you to use that knowledge to lead effectively."
Aemond took the astrolabe, his fingers tracing the intricate markings. "This is fascinating. I didn't realize there was so much to learn."
I smiled at him, proud of his eagerness. "There is a lot to learn, but that's what makes it worthwhile. Every challenge is an opportunity to grow. You'll need to be well-prepared for your future role."
He nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "I'll do my best, Lord Corlys."
"I know you will, Aemond." I placed a hand on his shoulder. "You have the heart of a true sailor and a future leader. Embrace this knowledge, and you'll be ready for whatever comes."
As we continued our lesson, the sun began to lower in the sky, casting a warm light over the maps and charts. I watched Aemond's concentration and commitment, and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Teaching him was more than just a duty; it was a chance to pass on the legacy of the Velaryons, to ensure that the future of Driftmark was in capable hands.
We spent the rest of the afternoon going over the finer details of navigation, discussing the intricacies of sailing and exploring. When the time came to end the lesson, I knew we had made good progress. Aemond had shown that he was ready to take on the challenges of his future role, and I had no doubt that he would continue to grow and learn.
As we left The Black Pearl, the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, a beautiful end to a successful day. I wanted to take a moment to talk to Aemond. I'd noticed a lot of things about him lately, and I figured it was time we had a proper conversation. I led Aemond to a quiet corner of the ship, away from the bustling activity of the port. We settled on a couple of wooden crates, facing the calm sea. I could see the unease in Aemond's eyes, something that had been lingering since he first arrived at High Tide. I figured it was time to address it.
"Aemond," I began, trying to keep my tone casual. "I've noticed you seem to have something on your mind. What's troubling you?"
Aemond looked at me, a hint of surprise on his face. I could tell he hadn't expected me to bring it up, but he didn't shy away. He took a deep breath, the weight of his thoughts evident in his posture.
"It's been a lot to think about," he said slowly. "My mother always told me that we should never trust anyone from my half-sister's entourage. She said they were all enemies, that only Lucy was to be trusted because she was to be my wife."
I nodded, encouraging him to continue. "And what are your thoughts on that now?"
Aemond looked out at the horizon, as if searching for answers in the distant waves. "Well, lately I've been doubting her words. Princess Rhaenys and you have only ever been kind to me. You've taught me so much, and I'm starting to wonder if maybe my mother's view was too narrow."
I could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between what he'd been told and what he was experiencing. I leaned back, giving him space to sort through his feelings. "Go on," I said gently. "What else is on your mind?"
Aemond swallowed hard, then spoke with a quiet intensity. "I've been worried about what Rhaenyra might do. I know it's tradition for Targaryens to marry siblings, but I was afraid she might try to marry Lucy to Jacaerys and name Joffrey as heir to Driftmark instead."
He looked at me, a mix of hope and anxiety in his gaze. "I was really excited about marrying Lucy. But I'm no fool—I know she only sees me as an uncle, and nothing more. I'm okay with it, though. I know she's still young, and things might change as she grows up. Until then, I'll do my best to court her."
I couldn't help but chuckle at Aemond's earnestness. "You know, Aemond, I'm surprised by your maturity. I've heard people compare you to Daemon—a fiery, reckless spirit driven by lust and obsession. But here you are, thinking long-term and showing patience."
Aemond's cheeks flushed slightly, but he didn't seem offended. "Living at the Red Keep, you learn to navigate the tensions between my mother and half-sister. I understand that it's a delicate balance."
I nodded, impressed. Aemond might still be oblivious to the Blacks and Greens dilemma, but he was proving not to be as blind as I had feared. "Well, I'm glad to hear that you're willing to wait. Lucerys has always been intended as the future Lady of Driftmark. You don't need to worry about her marrying Jacaerys. Her path was set from the beginning."
Aemond's eyes widened, a mix of relief and hope. "So, you're saying I don't have to worry about that? Lucerys is meant to stay here with me?"
"That's right," I said, smiling. "And as for you waiting, I'm proud of you. It shows strength of character and patience, qualities that will serve you well as you step into your future role."
Aemond's face lit up with a genuine smile. "Thank you, Lord Corlys. Your words mean a lot to me."
I placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't thank me just yet. You've got a long road ahead of you, and there will be many challenges. But you're on the right path, and I believe you'll find your way."
He seemed buoyed by the encouragement, a new determination in his eyes. "I'll do my best to live up to your expectations."
"Good," I said, giving him a hearty pat on the back. "That's all I ask. Do your best, be patient, and stay true to yourself. You have the heart of a dragon, Aemond, and you'll need it for what's to come."
We stood up from the crates, and I could see the confidence in Aemond's stride. The conversation had been good for him, I could tell. He walked a little taller, his worries a bit lighter. We headed back towards the docks, the sun now a golden orb sinking into the sea, casting a warm glow over Driftmark.
Once Aemond and I returned to High Tide, I saw him in his chambers and left him there with a nod of encouragement. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day's work begin to settle on my shoulders. There was something to be said for the small comforts of home, and tonight, I looked forward to the simple pleasure of a warm bath.
I walked down the familiar corridors of High Tide, the scent of the sea still clinging to me from the day's lessons and inspections. I couldn't wait to wash it away and indulge in the soothing warmth of the bath. Entering my chambers, I was greeted by a gentle steam rising from the bath that had been prepared for me. The scent of rose petals wafted through the room, mingling with the faint trace of the sea, creating a pleasing contrast. I stepped closer to the tub, feeling the warmth radiate from the water as I approached.
The bath was a sight to behold: a large, deep tub filled with steaming water, and floating on the surface were delicate rose petals, their colors a soft pink against the clear water. I took of my clothes and sank into the tub with a sigh of relief, the water enveloping me like a gentle embrace. It felt wonderful to finally let go of the day's concerns and let the warmth soothe my muscles.
I closed my eyes, letting the soothing warmth of the water melt away the fatigue from the day's work. The smell of the roses was calming, I took a few moments to enjoy the silence and tranquility, letting the stress of the day ebb away with the steam rising from the water.
I reached for the small vial of scented oil set on the edge of the tub. It was a blend of rose and lavender, perfect for unwinding after a long day. I poured a few drops into my hand and began to work it through my hair, massaging the fragrant oil into my scalp. The oil felt rich and smooth against my skin, and I took my time, working it slowly, savoring the process.
I used a comb to untangle my hair, feeling the tension of the day slowly released with each stroke. The comb glided through my hair effortlessly, and I took pleasure in the sensation of the warm water and the gentle, rhythmic motion of combing.
Once my hair was taken care of, I leaned back against the edge of the tub, letting the water rise just high enough to reach my shoulders. The feeling was blissful, I let my mind wander, reflecting on the conversations of the day and the hopes I held for the future.
As the water began to cool slightly, I knew it was time to start preparing for the evening. I climbed out of the tub, feeling the cool air of the room against my wet skin. I grabbed a towel from the rack, its softness a welcome contrast to the water, and began to dry off. I could still feel the faint traces of the rose petals on my skin, a subtle reminder of the peace I had found in the bath.
I moved to the vanity where a few grooming supplies were laid out for me. I took my time applying the rose-scented oil to my skin, smoothing it on with gentle strokes. I could see the rich, dark blue of my robe laid out on the chair beside the vanity. It was a favorite of mine, elegant yet understated, perfect for a quiet evening at home.
I dressed slowly, taking care with each movement, savoring the calm of the evening. I chose a simple silver chain with a small seahorse-shaped pendant, a reminder of my House's strength and legacy. The chain lay gently against my chest, a subtle but meaningful adornment for the night.
As I finished dressing, I took a moment to look out the window at the sea, now gently glowing under the light of the moon. With one final glance at the sea, I prepared to join the rest of my family for the evening. However, before heading to dinner, I decided to pay a visit to Lucerys' chambers. I walked through the grand hallways of High Tide, the rooms were quiet, save for the occasional rustling of fabric and soft voices of the servants as they prepared my granddaughter for the evening.
As I approached Lucerys' door, I paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her chambers. They were a beautiful reflection of our House's colors, Velaryon teal and silver. The walls were adorned with delicate tapestries depicting seahorses and dragons, each one a tribute to her family's history and heritage. I smiled to myself, feeling a pang of pride at the thought of Lucerys growing up here among these symbols of our legacy.
When I entered the room, the sight of Lucerys in her silver dress took my breath away. The dress was simple yet elegant, adorned with intricate patterns of waves and dragons woven into the fabric. It was just the right touch of beauty for a young lady who was to be the future Lady of Driftmark. The soft light from the candles illuminated the silver fabric, casting a gentle glow around her.
Lucerys looked up from where she was sitting on a cushioned chair, her eyes lighting up as she saw me. She squealed with excitement, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her in return, feeling the warmth of her affection and the joy of seeing her so happy.
"Grandfather!" she said, her voice full of enthusiasm.
I chuckled, my heart swelling with affection for her. "I'm glad to see you, my little pearl," I said, ruffling her hair gently. "You look beautiful this evening."
The servants stood back, their heads bowed respectfully, but I gave them a nod to leave us alone. I wanted this time with Lucerys to be just between the two of us, a quiet moment before the bustle of the evening began.
Once the door had closed behind the servants, I took a seat beside Lucerys on the edge of her bed. I looked around at the room, the decorations, and then back at her. "How are you liking Driftmark, Lucerys?" I asked, my voice warm with genuine curiosity.
Lucerys' eyes sparkled as she took a deep breath, as if inhaling the very beauty of the island itself. "It's so beautiful here, Grandfather," she said, her voice filled with awe. "I love it. It's like a dream."
I smiled at her words, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. "I'm glad to hear that, Lucerys. Driftmark is our home, and I'm happy that you are finding joy in it."
Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I felt a warm pride swell in my chest. Seeing her happy here, thriving in the environment we had worked so hard to cultivate, made all the effort worth it. I couldn't help but think of her as the future Lady of Driftmark, the one who would carry on our legacy, and it filled me with hope for the future.
I decided to broach a subject that had been on my mind lately. "Lucerys, have you thought much about what you feel for Aemond?" I asked gently, wanting to understand her thoughts on the matter.
Her smile faltered slightly, a look of uncertainty crossing her face. "I love Aemond, but only as family," she admitted quietly. "I know that when I grow up, I will need to think about whether I want to marry him or not, but right now, I see him more like an uncle."
I nodded, absorbing her words. "That's a very honest answer, Lucerys. It's important to follow your heart in these matters."
She continued, her tone more serious. "Kepa told me that if I decide not to marry Aemond, I don't have to. He said that it's my choice."
I felt a rush of relief at her words. "Laener was right to say that," I assured her, feeling the weight of old regrets settle on me. "No one should be forced into marriage. I made that mistake with your father, and I will not make it again with you. You have the freedom to choose your own path."
Lucerys seemed comforted by my words, a small smile returning to her face. "Thank you, Grandfather. I'm glad that you understand."
I took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. "Of course, Lucerys. Your happiness is what matters most to me. And if Aemond is to be your future, it should be because you both choose it, not because of duty or expectation."
Lucerys nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I will think about it, and I hope that when the time comes, we can decide together what is best for us."
"That's all I can ask for. You have a good heart, Lucerys, and I trust you to make the right choices." I smiled at her, feeling a sense of pride in her maturity. "Let's head to dinner," I said, guiding her gently towards the door. "I'm sure our family is waiting for us."
