All Hail The King
Chapter 7
Haera moved with practiced ease, never once checking to see if Daemon was following her. Her destination had them passing by her bedroom, and further into the family wing. There were a few empty rooms, well, not technically empty, they were fully furnished, covered with sheets to stop any dust from gathering everywhere. They were however, unused. Down at the very bottom of the wing, Haera opened the door, revealing a large library, taking up what was originally two bedrooms with bathrooms and sitting rooms. That is to say, the library was positively massive even by Daemon's standards and the library in the Red Keep was not to be sniffed at. The room was completely shrouded in darkness, that was until the interior wood shutters were opened with a flick of her hand. Enveloping the room in daylight, there were iron candle holders affixed to the table, but that was the only source of other possible light. The wick was still white indicating it hadn't been used and the dust he idly noticed, attached firmly, clearly not used. Not that one would need to, in daylight, there was enough light to read to your hearts content.
"The room over there is a reading nook," Haera explained, gesturing towards the doorway Daemon could just make out. "It has a small fireplace, it's really rather cosy." For someone who had grown up in a cupboard, it was a surprise she really did like small enclosed spaces, and that she liked reading, given that she'd been discouraged from learning in both world's growing up.
Daemon was lost in wonder as he looked around, his fingers delicately tracing the spines of the books within touching distance. "Are they all on magic?" the very idea was heaven; most people likely would never know this but he loved reading. Loved reading almost as much as he loved fighting. Most people would never hazard a guess that he liked anything other than participating in tourneys, fucking or fighting.
"Roughly fifty percent of the books here are, yes," Haera informed him, this world didn't have an abundance of storybooks, only vital information was really written down and bound. It was understandable, the majority of the population did not know how to read, and the majority of the population happened to be the common folk.
"Here?" Daemon caught onto her wording.
Haera smirked, "Here," she confirmed her wording, if he was amazed by what he could see here? He'd love her library in her trunk, which would have given Hermione an orgasm at seeing. It was the biggest library in the world, and nobody would ever know it. It contained a lot of books he'd brought from the magical world (all the books that had been saved up in his vaults) considering his family could be traced all the way to the dark ages admittedly in a different name. Potter/Peverell and not to mention the Black vaults, oh, the magical books in there, they were something else, so much magic just forgotten in a vault, ludicrous really, that's not to mention all the books that had been salvaged after being thrown out by the Weasley's – thank you Kreacher – so he had more than enough books to read for a century to say the least.
Haera moved through the shelves until she came to an area that was teeming with trunks all set nicely in ten different rows. All of them identical, Haera had copied them, to put the numerous scrolls in to keep them safe. Too delicate to withstand the humid air, so they remained safely ensconced within the trunks with a few spells to keep them as secure as possible. With a wave of her hand, she moved four trunks before letting one drift forward, it was obvious right away that this particular trunk was different, the wood was polar opposite. "Tis a wood you'd only find in Valyria, beautiful is it not?" it was pure white, the closest comparison in her world would be Himalayan Birch tree.
"This is Visenya's trunk?" Daemon's voice was filled with awe and wonder, nobody had heard such reverence in his tone.
"She strapped it to the back of Vhagar and came with it the last time she came," Haera explained, "Feel it, it's weightless." Watching as Daemon hoisted it up expecting it to be really heavy and her mocking him. Only for one push to have the entire thing dangling in his hand, something that shouldn't be possible, not even as strong as he was but for the magic coursing through it. Vhagar would have been able to take it even without the spell on it though, for she was a mighty dragon.
"How is that possible?" Daemon murmured; it was lighter than his own sword Dark Sister.
"Some magic lasts forever, you felt the same thing when you entered the Temple, did you not?" Haera questioned bluntly.
"Does that mean something?" Daemon enquired, staring at the girl in wonder. Visenya had always been his favourite of the conquerors, most of his male relatives likely aspired to be like Aegon, but not him. He'd never confess as such, at least not while the King and Queen were alive, their expression always sours whenever Visenya was mentioned.
"You're awfully sensitive to magic," Haera said, cocking her head to the side, "Makes me wonder if the magic is as gone from your line as is believed."
Daemon straightened up, which made him take up more room, "You believe that I could use magic?" the idea was unfathomable, he'd always been proud to be a Targaryen, but the possibility of being able to use magic? Being able to ride a dragon had been the only thing he'd desired above all else. The very idea of actively using magic had never occurred to him despite it being known that Visenya was a magic user.
"It's a possibility," Haera said slowly, he could ride a dragon, the magic had to be alive in his blood to some extent, whether that would allow him to actively use magic, who knew? "If I had to guess, I would say yes," to be magic sensitive you had to be able to harness magic to a point. Not even squibs could sense magic, not even ones who had remained in the magical world like Filch.
"How do I perform magic?" Daemon wasted no time in wishing to find out.
"I have no idea!" Haera said in amusement, wasn't that wonderful?
"What?" Daemon asked, frowning in annoyance now but then again, sometimes it never took much to have annoyance surging within him.
"I don't know how Visenya conducted her magic, or how," Haera explained, she had been too busy attempting to memorise everything she'd need to survive in this world. "It may be the case where they're similar, but families were protective of their abilities and hoarded such knowledge." Her people used wands to conduct their magic, she no longer required such a thing, she could use magic as freely as breathing. She had no idea how the Valyrians conducted their magical abilities. She was more familiar with First Men magic if she was honest.
Daemon just stared.
"My magic is not the same as Valyrian magic, not sure if it's Glyphs, blood magic or more," Haera declared, enthused at the idea of finding out. "It's said to have created Dragonstone itself, to think I was so close to it and didn't get to see the ancestral seat of power." She pouted a little, dismayed, to see the building created entirely by magic? There were so few examples to be had, Hogwarts was one beautiful example, it had taken four of the most powerful wizards to accomplish it. Was it just rumours though? Or had they truly built Dragonstone through magic alone?
"But you are Valyrian are you not?" Daemon enquired suspiciously, why would her magic be different?
"I'm a Peverell, my family's magic has always been different," Haera said smugly, there was nothing she couldn't do, and pondered whether the Valyrians had come up with spells similar to his own, to torture, to kill, to compel. Perhaps she should have studied Valyrian magical abilities and Visenya's capabilities before now but honestly, she'd spent six months having information shoved into her mind while she learnt how to fight. Information she'd need to survive in Westeros according to the gods. She was still going to kill Balerion for his actions though, just when he'd least expect it.
"Magic is magic," Daemon stated firmly, eyeing the chest with all the books and scrolls, touched and read by Visenya Targaryen herself. They felt so delicate that he almost didn't want to touch them in fear of them crumbling to dust.
"Well, at its core, perhaps," Haera said thoughtfully, "However, there's much variation when it comes to magic and what people are capable of. Such as First Men, they mostly have Warging abilities, they can transform their conscience into an animal, some people can actually transform from human into animal. Seers, pyromancers, Terramancers, Hydromancers, air benders, not to mention what the Rhoynar capabilities, at least the ones intelligent enough to marry into the First Men…those that married into Andals likely lost their magical abilities and knowledge of it too." They'd been nothing compared to the dragon riders they liked to fight though, and thus had fled with their tail between their legs eventually and settled down in Dorne. She couldn't help but hate Andals, and it showed so very clearly in her voice, despite her best efforts.
"You really dislike Andals," Daemon mused, he knew the feeling immensely, he didn't trust the Andals as much as he could throw them, or the Maesters. "I never thought I'd meet anyone that hated them more than I."
"Muggles," Haera muttered under her breathe, grimacing, "You'll likely feel it more once you read the journals. I've just finished reading a journal of one of my ancestors regarding the consequences of a half breed Andal claiming a dragon and the devastation it triggered. It caused damage to thirty percent of Valyria, the idiot couldn't control his dragon, Andals only connect with them, they cannot bond with them. Their blood dilutes too much, they spoke of the horror at having to kill a dragon because it was uncontrollable. To do such a thing was an anathema… I'm not sure those that were forced to participate recovered from that horror. It's what caused the Andals to flee to Westeros the Valyrians did not trust Andals after that. It was then it was forbidden to lay with an Andal and it's punishment was death. It's really a fascinating read for anyone who has a love of Valyria." They loved to discuss the buildings, architecture and everything in-between, it was no surprise he had gone on to be a builder and built some of the most beautiful buildings in Valyria.
Daemon's eyes were wide, as he swallowed thickly, "Who's journals? And may I have them also? The King will need to be informed about this…" this could be the very thing that could see that the king stops the betrothal to the Bronzed Bitch.
"And the fact it will get you out of the marriage he's enforcing has nothing to do with it? Hmm…" Haera smirked, as she moved through the bookcases, seeking the journals she had actually read it was a fascinating read despite all the destruction written within the confines of its pages. It was something else reading something someone had observed, the devastation that can be written in words.
Finally, she found it after ten minutes of searching, and with a flick of her finger, the journal flew off the shelf and smacked into her hand. She opened it up and made sure it was the correct one, before copying it, and moving up the ladders to set it back into its position. The copy would be going to Daemon, but the first copy would stay here, all real articles were in her trunk, where everything she held most dear remained. Maybe one day she would show her trunk to any children she may have. Should she be so lucky.
"Do you always refer to him as 'the king'?" Haera asked, as she approached the Targaryen Prince who had moved to keep her in his line of sight. Watching her silently, so utterly overwhelmed by the happenings of these past days. He'd never met anyone like her, and it threw him off his game.
"What else would I call him?" Daemon stared blankly at Haera silently confused by the question.
"Grandsire?" Haera retorted with a shrug, "It speaks volumes that you actually felt confused regarding that statement." A commiserating smile on her face, they had everything they could possibly want except the love of a family. A man that was a half decent king, but dreadful father and abhorrent grandsire.
Daemon just shrugged indifferently, he loved his family, he did, even if he was very angry with them at present. Their wiliness to marry him off to an Andal – a Royce – of all things was infuriating. Did he not deserve a Valyrian bride? Why did everyone including his brother get to choose their wives – even Rhaenys had chosen her own husband – but he was being forced to the Vale? Oh, no, he'd always been determined never to go quietly – or at all if he had his way – but the first true piece of hope he'd had was when the King said the betrothal would be set aside for Haera, even if it was only because she had a dragon. Even not knowing anything much about her, he'd have taken that deal in a second even without the dragon. She was Valyrian, beautiful, intelligent, yes, he desired her immensely.
Haera supposed you can't miss what you never had to begin with. Not that she was one to talk, she'd never been fortunate enough to have a family in any of the lives she'd lived. She did want a family, desperately, to experience it just once, that sort of unconditional love for a child and to be adored in turn from any child and partner. Was it so wrong to want to be desired? Loved? To have an equal? Clenching her fist as she thought of her past.
Occluding her mind with vicious efficiency, she came back to herself, such ruminations only taking a few moments of time, "You may read these anywhere you please." Since it was a copy, there was no book leaving the library, so it didn't need written down for the castellan to make a notation off and ensure it was returned. With that Haera left the library, wondering if she was supposed to entertain them while they were here? Likely supposed to have huge extravagant parties and such.
Should she plan an elaborate celebration to celebrate the Princes being present? She honestly couldn't give a shit about it all to be honest, the very idea of having to host a party was nauseating. She'd never been big on socialising. She had once been the most known public figure in the world, everyone knowing more about her than she did. Haera would have honestly preferred to be left well enough alone, and helped from the background. Given who she was dealing with, it seemed she was needed for direct intervention. Which, she fully agreed with having met King Jaehaerys Targaryen. Now, he was going to be difficult to deal with, she had a feeling even being told the truth wouldn't break through that stubborn mind. He'd likely want proof, irrefutable proof before he'd do anything. Like people keep words of treason lying around, foolish idiot, he would endanger his family before believing everything she said. Given what she did know though…perhaps it wasn't a surprise that he'd rather be ignorant to the truth of what he had helped perpetrate.
It was going to be so much fun breaking him though, she thought with a very wicked grin, rubbing her hands together, and the fact she could freely – Ish – use her magic as she pleased even better. It was time the Targaryen's were brought down to level, and realized there was more to power than that blasted sword chair that was a mere copy of the actual one in Valyria, and far superior too. Not just cheap iron but a Valyrian steel throne that once sat the gods who had asked for her assistance in ensuring the Targaryen's survival so that the world could be saved.
She could scarcely believe that the Queen had ordered her son and grandson to bring her back. Utter foolishness, although the Kings reaction to her revelation had been glorious. She wished she'd stuck around to see more, but she'd left as quickly as possible. Oh, she knew she'd end up back there, couldn't make it too easy for them now, could she? It wasn't who she was, even if she was in a different world and in a different form.
Hmm, she did have a pensive in her trunk though, perhaps Daemon would be obliging in giving her the memory of what happened after she absconded out the window on dragon back. It had been the most thrilling experience she'd had in ages, being able to fly once more on dragon back. Oh, to be a fly on the wall when Jaehaerys finds out what his wife had done…she wondered how they'd react when she returned, there was no if, she'd never intended to leave for good, just had to make them believe she would. If she had to manipulate a few Targaryen's to save the world then she would.
Tempted to let the Andals pay for their crimes, they had come En Masse and slaughtered the children of the night and cut down their Weirwood trees. Unfortunately, there were innocent people – and magic users – caught between them. Push comes to shove; she could just ensure they were saved and leave the rest of the Andals to pay for their crimes. Playing with bloody powers beyond their understanding, trying to cull it as if it was something so easily smothered. She needed to create somewhere where magical people can openly use magic freely, make a home for them. They deserved it really, instead of seeing magic declining entirely. As the gods said, they needed magic for the world to survive, well, she'd make sure they did.
And the rest of this blasted world let them away with it, allowed them to gain more power instead of dealing with them and stamping out their disgusting practices. The worst of all, those from Rhoynar mating with them, sullying their bloodline with the likes of them. Luckily for all concerned, he had the perfect way to ensure their diminished numbers.
"Is all well?" Haera asked Jaella when she rounded the corner and into the kitchen.
"Everything is sorted, the pantry is now fully stocked," Jaella explained, as they folded away the paper the meats, cheese and everything had come in from all around the keep. "They've found out royalty is here; the markets are just teeming with lovely items and fabrics. They have some in the loveliest purple-coloured fabrics, I think you'll love it."
Haera blinked, arching a brow, "Then we simply must go by and have a look around the stalls," they'd need to go in the evening, he wanted to show them around the estate. "Speaking of royalty, do you know where Prince Baelon has gone?"
"He retired to his rooms with a bottle of Dornish Wine." Jaella explained, they'd been told to see to their every need while they were there.
Haera arched a brow, sighing in irritation, she should have expected that, after what she'd said and done. However, she was aware that nobody really drank water here unless they had to. Drinking water in this day and age was dangerous, so it's not like he could have asked for it. Truth was, all water on the estate was safe, magic was a wonderful thing after all. Hopefully he wouldn't get too drunk, none of the alcohol she got was watered down. No matter, she would whip them all into shape, fucking fools caring more about Andals than their own family.
Sometimes people made no sense to her, she'd gave given everything for a family.
"Word has already gotten around that you're here," Haera informed the royals, over their lunch. "Your dragons are rather unmistakable I'm afraid, markets have popped up in the area, would you like to visit them?" the lunch differed vastly from the ones in the Red Keep, the food was far lighter, not as heavy on the stomach or as rich for that matter.
"I assume you have house Peverell guards that will come with us?" Baelon enquired, they wouldn't be able to risk it otherwise. He would need to make sure they were well trained also, he would never risk his sons life, or his own for that matter. He knew how quickly they could be overrun by the common people, and it would be all too easy for an assassin to do away with them.
"You can even pick them yourself," Haera replied amused, not that they'd be noticed. "Have you finished the journal?" it could be done if one was a fast reader.
"I'm not even half way there yet, but it's amazing, he speaks frequently about the building work, I always thought it would be dragon designs that would be prominently displayed…to hear otherwise was both fascinating and disappointing." Daemon spoke enthusiastically, but this was regarding Valyria, something Daemon would give anything to see, to hear more about.
"Sphinxes," Haera said with a genuine smile, "They likely kept buildings secure, so that only those that were allowed inside gained entrance."
She received an odd look from the pair of royals, clearly not believing what she was saying, but that's okay. One day she was going to visit Valyria, perhaps even figure out if she could restore it to its former glory. The gods oddly enough had refused to answer a single question regarding the doom of Valyria. Which she did find rather perplexing, they were hiding something from her. Just another one of their little riddles for their own amusement? Or was it something else? It did get boring knowing everything she must admit, so she was rather excited about visiting and finding out the truth.
"What is it you're reading, son?" Baelon enquired, genuinely curious to what held his sons attention.
"A journal by Lucerys Targaryen, he married Aerion Targaryen, he was born Lucerys Velaryon." Daemon told his father, before revealing a lot of what he'd already read, which wasn't as easy as one believed, but he found it easier than anyone else in the family did, since he studied Valyria extensively, which included Valyrian glyphs.
"Why would you have Velaryon and Targaryen journals?" Baelon queried in genuine curiosity, finding himself baffled as to why she'd have his families journals.
"The journals are from the first two hundred years of the Valyrian empire, the very beginning," Haera explained, "Lucerys and Aerion married, they had a child, a daughter, who became Aerella Peverell once she married."
"They took in a child to ward?" Baelon asked, finding the conversations he had here very fascinating indeed, it was far better than the bland meals with people sucking up in hopes of gaining power from him now that he was the heir.
"No…" she stared at both of them perplexed, had the Velaryon's forgotten their magical history too? "Do you not know why the seahorse is the Velaryon's sigils?"
"The Velaryon family belongs to the sea, they're the best seafarers in the known world." Baelon informed her.
"This is true, but there's also another reason for this, men in the Velaryon family can give birth, just like male Seahorses can give birth. They also tend to be terrible swimmers. It's also likely the Targaryen family has that ability too; you frequently marry into the Velaryon family." Haera pointed out in amusement.
Baelon blanched, looking ready to regurgitate a very pleasant meal, "How can that be possible," gesturing blindly to his legs and manly parts, they couldn't possibly give birth, they didn't have the correct equipment. How did they get the baby's out? She had to be lying, there was just no way it was possible.
"Same way women do, as Seahorses do, an opening appears and aids the way, seriously this information has been lost to the Velaryon's?" Haera's brow furrowed, how could they have lost such information? It was vital information that should have been kept in the families the Velaryon's copulated with! "Perhaps the magic has been lost for them as well." A tired sigh left Haera's lips, so much magic just lost or forgotten, the Andals were already winning before the conquerors had taken over Westeros. "Did all of you give up on your way of life?" what was Aegon thinking? Conquering Westeros to save the Andals from their own mistakes destroying his own family in the process? A dramatic sigh leaving her lips, she couldn't imagine giving up her magic or way of life for no apparent reason.
Before Prince Baelon or Prince Daemon could say anything, Jaella gave a signal, indicating she needed her Lady's help, a stressed out look on her features.
"Do excuse me," Haera said standing up before the men could, waving off the need for propriety, it was a private meal, there was no need for all the faff. "Please, continue to enjoy your meal," politeness didn't cost anything though.
Haera made her way towards Jaella, "What's wrong?" Jaella had never needed to interrupt her meal times, so something must have happened, had people attempted to get onto the estate? Her stress indicated something closer to home, "What's wrong with Jace?"
Jaella would have praised the fourteen flames for having such an amazing Lady, under any other circumstances. Unfortunately, she was more worried about her son, who had been badly injured. "The bone is protruding out of his leg, he's bleeding profusely, they've said they've seen something like it and the leg had to be amputated!" she was shaken badly, but trying to keep herself together, she couldn't fall apart, if her son was injured, they'd need this job more than ever. She couldn't risk them being put out on the street.
Haera shook her head, "Have no worries, I'll have him up and walking before you know it." She told Jaella squeezing her arm in reassurance before giving her a quick hug, "Wasn't Jace in class?" she added absently, recalling it was roughly that time for their lessons.
"Jace finished his classes, I had asked him to pick up the rest of the rent from the three families," Jaella explained, she didn't need to go into further detail, Lady Haera herself had given them the extended time to get the funds they needed for their rent, and had kindly given them a care package so they had food to eat since they were struggling. She truly was one of the kindest people she'd ever met, most people learnt very quickly though, to never take advantage of that kindness, because it can disappear as quickly as it came.
They still didn't know what had happened to those two actually, now that Jaella thought about it.
"Where is he?" Haera asked, as she swifty moved towards her bedchambers, gathering her bag she was quick to leave the room afterward, Jaella moved with her like a shadow, able to predict her moves and step aside as to not get in her way.
"He's out in the courtyard, they made a makeshift stretcher to bring him home," Jaella told her once they were on the move again, her heart pounding erratically in her ribcage. She didn't want to have to go back to Corlys and beg for whatever scraps he'd be willing to provide for their son. She hated him, so much, but wasn't above begging for the betterment of their child. She'd loved him once, he'd convinced her the world would be theirs, such a foolish woman she'd been. As if Corlys would leave a princess for her. The Queen-who-never-was. She'd believed everything he'd promised her. Worse still, she'd seen him starting again with someone else after they were no longer together, and after he'd ordered her to leave with a not-so-subtle threat of killing them both if they were still here when he returned from his next voyage.
She wished she could have warned Marilda but she knew that look, it was the same one she had once upon a time. One that meant no matter what she said, Marilda was too far gone for Corlys. She wouldn't listen, she couldn't risk endangering Jace by daring to approach her. What would happen to her son if she was killed because she'd gained Corlys anger? Now here she was, her son grievously injured, she prayed that Haera's magic could fix things, perform some sort of miracle, anything to save her son.
By the time Haera had stepped out into the courtyard, it seemed like dozens of people had circled around. So often attracted to tragedy, they were an incredibly nosy species. That and Jace was very popular, very kind, it wouldn't be a surprise if they were all there in concern for him.
Daemon and Baelon moved to join them, but attempting to remain out of sight, but it was laughable at the idea of a Targaryen managing to remain unobtrusive. Baelon was unmistakable, his blonde hair, his bulk and tall stature, he took up entire doorways. Daemon was set to be going the same way by the look of things.
"Step back, all of you." Haera declared, as she moved towards Jace, getting a good look at the injury, grimacing a bit at the severity of it. "What happened, Jace?"
"The horse got spooked," Jace winced, rubbing his chest at the pain, "Got smacked in the chest by a tree branch, and got my foot caught in the stirrup."
"Did you lose consciousness at all?" Haera asked him checking his chest to see the damage, pleased to feel that every rib was in its correct position.
Daemon watched eyes narrowing into slits, displeasure at seeing her so easily tend to another man as if it was nothing. Touching them as if it was allowed. Then again, Daemon though, as he looked around, only two people out of everyone there seemed uncomfortable. Jace and the woman they knew to be named Jaella, but it might just be worry, the mother perhaps? Haera knew healing? At such a young age? How and why?
"I…I'm not sure," Jace confessed, shoving his clothes back down, face utterly red in mortification, he had grown up in Westeros, thus he wasn't used to women healers. They only had Maesters and they were only men, and men were the only ones allowed to learn and gain their links. "I don't think so."
"You didn't hit your head then?" Haera asked, eyeing the wounded leg the next part would be painful, no matter how much she numbed the area.
Jace made a sound of agony as he answered "Noooo," panting at the feel of agony that had coursed through him, it hurt so much, he didn't want to lose his leg, he prayed to the Merlin King that it wouldn't be so.
"Is he going to lose his leg, then?" came the sound of a seven-name day old boy, who was chided for his words, nobody wanted to see Jace lose his leg.
Haera snorted, finding his words amusing, "No, Vaellan, he won't lose his leg,"
Baelon stared intently at Haera, he'd seen such injuries, they couldn't be healed, not really, the injury truly was that bad he'd likely lose his leg. Why would she lie? It served no purpose whatsoever to deceive the child, unless she wished for him to leave? But he wasn't the only child there, Baelon observed.
"Jace, I'm going to use my magic to set your bone back into place, then wrap it up, I'm going to numb your leg but you'll still feel it, it won't hurt for long, alright?" Haera stated firmly, shifting to get into a comfortable position.
Daemon suddenly became far more interested in the proceedings, and his misplaced jealousy disappeared. His gaze going between Haera and the boy's leg. Was it possible? Could she heal such a grievous injury? He was rather impressed she didn't seem even remotely disturbed by the blood that had been pooling at either side of the boys leg. Most girls he had been introduced to over the years would have fainted dead away, and he did not include whores in that estimation.
You could tell the exact moment that the leg had been numbed, as the pain practically melted off Jace's face. He was staring at the leg as if he was afraid it would disappear on him. Then Jace screamed out in surprised agony as the bone rightened itself inside of his leg, then to everyone's astonishment the wound begun to heal seamlessly, leaving naught but the dried blood coating his leg. Then as if that wasn't miraculous enough, the blood and grime disappeared then bandages begun to furl around his leg, binding it tightly.
Most of these people had seen magic before, Baelon realised, there was amazement yes, but not the overwhelming awe that was on the mother and sons faces. On their faces. The mother and sons accents revealed they were from Spicetown, which really wasn't needed since Baelon and Daemon had eyes, and could see which family the boy belonged. He resembled Corlys enormously.
"This is going to taste disgusting, but it's going to mend the broken bone," Haera explained, uncorking the vial, she handed it over. "Drink all of it."
"Isn't it mended?" Jace enquired, glancing down at the sight of the seemingly mended bone.
"The bones back in the correct positioning, yes, but it's not mended, it won't be until you drink that, by the time tomorrow morning comes around, it will be fully healed." Haera explained with her usual bluntness, raising the vial to his lips, a silent order to drink it.
Jaella gasped, "By tomorrow?" astonishment spreading across her face, "Truly?" here she had been worried he'd be laid up for at least six to seven moons, she truly had been fearful of how much it would cost to ensure her son didn't remain in agony. She'd been prepared to return to Spicetown and plead with Corlys. Prepared to do anything to help her son live a full life.
"Truly," Haera confirmed, giving her elbow a squeeze, "Gaelon, Raelon, Gaemond help Jace to his quarters, ensure he doesn't move that leg too much. I'll give your Muna a salve to rub into your chest, I don't have it with me, so you'll have to wait. Try and sleep the worst of it off, alright?" making a sturdier stretcher than they'd made to get him home. It was well done, especially since it was made in haste. The potion would make him feel like his entire leg was a mass of pins and needles, he was lucky he didn't need Skele-gro though. Now that would have been painful. They were roughly the same age too, when Haera had endured the painful process of having his entire arm regrown.
Haera sighed as she stood back up, waving her hand and the blood disappeared, making it seem as if nothing had happened at all. "Let's get back inside, I'll give you a proper tour this afternoon." She promised, "And hopefully it's drama free. Now you lot, go eat your lunch!" she said with a laugh, tensions immediately eased, all was well.
"How did you do that?" Daemon enquired, he was tempted to believe that he'd seem a mere illusion, but he'd felt the boy as he passed and the stretcher. If you could touch it, see it, it was real, but he'd never seen healing done like that, there were healers out there that said they did it with magic, but again, not like this.
Haera blinked at him before smirking, "Magic,"
"Why isn't there people coming to you day and night to be healed?" Daemon asked, he was very suspicious about that.
"Everyone here is loyal; they willingly signed a document that literally prevents them from discussing magic or much of what goes on here." Haera replied, "It keeps us all safe, can you imagine what would happen if the Faith Militant got word that there are many practicing magic here every day?" bloody muggles, there were always those willing to kill people who were different.
They needed a safe space, somewhere they could freely learn magic, teachers, safety, she could provide it, while she was alive, but to do it properly, to know they'd be safe after, they needed something else. somewhere like Hogwarts specifically for learning magic.
"Viserys is going to love this," Daemon declared.
"Who?" Haera asked, distractedly, not having heard the name correctly, just the end of it 'rys'.
"Viserys, my brother," Daemon spoke slowly like she was daft, which to be fair, it was understandable, he was the next in line after his father for the iron throne.
"Oh, the child fucker," Haera said with a grimace, disgusted at the mere mention of him.
Daemon grasped Haera by the throat, enraged by her mere words, "How dare you say such foul words against a prince of the blood…" he broke off with a grunt, as pain exploded on the left side of his face, causing him to stagger back.
Daemon didn't even think, he reacted, and punched her in the stomach.
"Low blow," she rasped out, clutching her chest, he'd managed to punch her right where she'd been stabbed. Haera would never take that sitting down, so with the full force of her, she raised her leg and kicked him where she knew it was guaranteed to hurt.
Daemon gave a pitiful moan, clutching his stones in agony, grateful at least they were still there and hadn't crawled back up inside his body. Giving her a look that spoke volumes, 'right back at you' it screamed. He couldn't believe she'd kicked him in the stones. He thought he knew pain, but now knew that it wasn't true, this was agony unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
A/N – Will we have Netty in this story as Daemon's daughter? Raised by Haera and Daemon? Or in their lives but living with the mother who they make sure can make a decent living? Hmm just an idle thought that struck me while reading another story, either way it's not something that would be vital to the story but Haera does have a bleeding heart when it comes to kids, and I doubt I'll change that ;) and she is going to be all knowing because I find that very amusing and fun to write sniggers gosh I've been waiting to write that scene for ages (where the hit each other :D I've also got another scene in mind for after the next chapter. I've missed writing so much this month it's good to be able to get writing again! would you like to see the various different magic being performed before we return to Westeros again? Or will it happen as we delve deeper into the story later on?
Will Daemon be able to use magic? Or will it be something only Haera and any children (if they have any) will have? Or will he just have a specific ability like a Pyromancer or something similar? Read And Review Please!