Corlys Velaryon (106 AC)
To be entirely honest, he was in something of a rage, given the snubs he had endured of late. Perhaps that is why he was visiting Laevon Waters, one of the things he had brought back from his first voyage that truthfully, he had placed largely out of sight and mind since he was married. Granted, he did keep a weather eye out for his bastard, though as he grew he had to be kept away from others due to a simple fact. While it was largely not talked about, both of the boys bloodlines held magic in them, and in him they woke to a blazing inferno.
Granted, there was a lack of fire and blood, which was a relief in some respects. If you did not count his attempts at making a forge on his little section of Driftmark, in the shack away from others. A part of him, a small part, felt shame that his eldest (even if he was a bastard), lived more as a hermit than a part of the family. Which had actually been the young mans choice, to avoid friction with his royal lady wife. Despite the fact that the few times they met, they had gotten along.
Still, the main reason he was visiting was not to go over old regrets, but rather, as he walked up to his son, hammering away at a piece of iron, gleaming runes visible as he folded the steel, was that there was an opportunity for him to win lands of his own. Still, his tone was firm, as he sat on the bench and nodded. "Son."
His son, tall and powerfully built, looked up, eyes that glowed with strange inner lights visible even in the light of day and by the fire of the forge. "Father." The tone was warm, even as the hammer rang, sparks flying. "Making a little something for Laenor. He might use it, he might not. Better safe than sorry."
There was that knowing little smirk about his natural born sons lips. "As for why your here for me? Sure, I'll help. Will have to ask the wife first though." There was amusement in his sons voice, even as Corlys closed his eyes and breathed deeply. One of the downsides of having a magical bloodline where prophetic dreams appeared even in those not marked? In those obviously magical, it was impossible to sneak anything by. "Hinata, my lord father is here!"
Now, as he blinked at the woman, the obvious Yi Tish woman, he only had two pressing questions to ask. "Firstly, when did you make a voyage to Yi Ti without me being aware of it? Secondly, when did you get married?" And then his eyes narrowed. "And more importantly, why did you not inform me of this?"
Now, the thing was, his son raised an eyebrow, even as his apparent wife giggled. "Father, you placed her egg in my cradle on the voyage back to Westeros." Now, that made him widen his eyes, head darting to look at the young 'woman.' Who had changed, shifting as she grinned widely, snout nearly touching him, as the dragon giggled, expressive mouth wide open in a grin. "As for when I married her? Father, when a dragon can speak, take on human form and says you have the honor of being her consort? A wise man accepts that he just got married."
The she-dragon in question opened her mouth. "Indeed honorable father, I am rather attached to my Laevon and take care of all his needs as he takes care of mine. Still, if he desires to go to war... I will support my husband." She narrowed her eyes. "Of course, you will not mention this to others, as such attention could be... unwise."
Which prompted an even look at the eyes that glowed the same as his son. "And when then did you reveal this secret to me?"
She shrugged, an expressive thing given her long and serpentine body. "Would my husband not be riding me into this war for the stepstones? Besides, revealing myself thus was amusing, if limited in impact as compared to shifting to human form on the deck of a ship."
She curled, floating and pouting. "Be glad that my husband," not her rider, which would be easier to grasp, but husband, "does care for his family. Now, Laevon? When you are done with the blade for your half brother, come back in, as we need to break the bed again before we depart."
And with that, she turned, a human woman's swaying hips heading into the cottage as she smirked, one hand smacking the second finest ass he had ever seen (his wife's of course, was the finest). Now, he turned to his son and nodded. "Son." He reached out, clasping forearms. "You are fortunate."