Laena Velaryon (105 AC)
She was not entirely sure why she had never sought out her half brother, though she may have some faint recollections of him. He had departed High Tide when he was young, apparently to reduce the friction between her parents and of his own accord. Which, given how father presented them with trinkets made by him over the years without rancor from mother, was likely not something that he really needed to worry about. Still, he was now a knight and lord of his own holding, even if he had yet to select a new name for himself.
But, she was just going to pay him a surprise visit... even if, as she approached? She was fairly sure that he should not have had the time to actually construct something like this in merely a year, even as she pondered the fact that thunderclouds seemed to hover over it, that there was a faint air of menace and dread. Really, he was not even trying to hide the fact that he was some sort of dark sorcerer. Which made her smile. Because this? It was everything she dreamed of, to visit some dark sorcerers lair!
She gave a shiver of delight, Vhagar looking around and snorting in a distinctly unimpressed manner. From the fact that it was the sudden twilight, to the chill and somewhat misty air, everything about Stormspire seemed designed so that only the bravest and most determined would stop at its docks. Or the most desperate. So, as one of the former, she approached the door near the landing pad. One that seemed to be designed for human sized guests, not dragons, despite her half brother being a dragon rider. Except, as she blinked, there was in fact an opening, one that Vhagar would walk into.
It was not nervousness that struck her, no, it was eagerness as she ventured into the castle. Already she could tell that things may not be strictly as they seemed, little shifts when she did not look at them. Which is why she was sure she was being guided, herded down halls and corridors, windows occasionally appearing that gave the suggestion she was moving up despite not taking a single stair or ramp. And then as she entered a door, the room beyond shrouded in shadow... she found herself in a library that seemed to have five entire floors dedicated to books around a central shaft.
With of course, her brother and two women, all three of them only partially clothed, as her half brother turned to look at her with some annoyance as she grinned. "Greetings... I assume you are Laena? A pleasure to meet you, what do you need, I was busy."
Her grin stretched wider. Father said he was married, and so. "Ah, busy with what exactly, as would your wife know?"
The dark haired one nodded. "Indeed. We happened to be enjoying our mistress. Though..." She looked to her brother, her eyes glowing with an inner lavender light., eyebrow arched in such an expression of aristocratic expectation that SHE was nearly affected! "Why did the wards not inform us there was someone in the tower?"
Now, she did not know all the words there, even as Laevon closed his eyes... before sighing. "Mostly lazy wording on the existing instructions, as she is blood, but not me, and I didn't see the need to fine tune the alert wards when I was not expecting guests."
A somewhat reasonable sounding thing, even as she grinned. "And how would I let you know I was coming in advance?"
A flat and unimpressed look was on his face. "You could send a letter and come a few weeks after?"
She pouted at that logical response. "But that is boring! And..." She sighed. "I just wanted to visit my half brother. Who I only learned about when Laenor told me about what he was doing in the war." Still, she grinned. "Well, after I asked him where he got that new sword of his..."
Yes, it was a leading question, even as he sighed, the two women giggling. "So, one sword for my little sister, got it. I'll bring it over on my way to kings landing."
Now, there was only one what to respond, as she rushed forward, hugging them all... and maybe groped some booty, because it was fine booty indeed ~
Rhaenyra Targaryen
She was getting married soon, and it was to Laenor. Really, Laenor? Oh to be sure he was pretty enough, but... both of them had others in their hearts. And she did not want to discard her own love, nor force him to surrender his own, for how soon would resentment and hate be bred, rather than a chance at heirs? It was a bitter draft to drink, but she would do as duty demanded. She was after all, the crown princess, and the position came with responsibilities, on top of those she had on account of her sex.
Still, she was to meet his mysterious half-brother soon, the lord of Stormspire, Ser Laevon Sea-Jade. She was not entirely sure of the reason for his own name, other than it was to honor both parts of his blood. Still, the rumors that surrounded to him all spoke the same, that he was a powerful sorcerer who could command the winds and the waves and whose works of hand were wrought with more than mortal skill.
Several boasted of the commissions they had from him, of blade and spear that could channel a fraction of the storms fury, of bows whose arrows were wrapped in gale winds to strike their foes, of helms that allowed them to breath underwater. And there were other, stranger things besides for those that dared to venture to the Stormspire and strike a deal with its mystic lord. Of course, to hear of some of the small folk? There was atop his town a great eye of fire that glared balefully out at all who approached, and when it suited the whims of its dark master? Well, ships sink all the time.
Which, as she considered things a few days later? On the one hand, he was a touch of a disappointment. Yes, he was a taller and more muscular version of Laenor with literal glowing eyes... and yet, she could not move away from the fact that he wore a living fox as a hat. Yes, one with three tails, but still, aside from that he was... a touch of a bore? Less of a dark and mysterious sorcerer and more of a bookish man with some oddities.
Still, he had gifted her a magnificent set of jewelry that glowed from within, dark red and black flames dancing along the obsidian links, an unknown gem that seemed to almost be captured fire turning her into a vision of pure radiance and delight. No, all the rumors of his evil had to be greatly exaggerated.
Dalton Greyjoy
He heard it first, the laughing, the chittering in the walls as the mist rolled in. "Oh fuck, its back." On the one hand, yes, the man had a thing for storms, but maybe they should not have tried provoking a powerful sorcerer? "Get inside and bar the windows and doors!"
They were not sure what it was, not exactly. Only that it appeared inside a bank of fog, the laughter of a dozen drowning men audible in their air, nails scratching at any way inside. Everything about it felt hungry, felt desperate, even as it howled, fading with the fog. Some claimed that they could see something in it from time to time, things that floated, pale and bloated and twisted with fingers like claws.
He closed his eyes... and once again? As soon as his fucking regency was over? He was going to ask the damn sorcerer to call it off!