Bringing the Dawn

XXXVI.

Mychelah

Lys, 300AC

Her fingers curled around the yellowed parchment in her hand. Not yet daring to break the indigo seal her brother always used with the axe imprint on it. Looking out of the window she was currently occupying in Lys which overlooked the Narrow Sea. With numerous houses on either side of her own, brothels, shops, and stalls aligning every single street. People walking by with varying shades of silver and gold hair confirming they were descended from the Dragonlord's of Valyria.

People were stupid, she thought to herself quietly.

All it took was simple analysis to realise that everyone who lived on this island were related in some way or another to the Dragonlord's. Whilst it was fact that they were known for silver hair- not all of Valyrian descent did. Queen Alysanne was documented in having blonde hair and blue eyes. Prince Duncan had brown hair. Princess Rhaenys has her mother's dark hair and dark skin. Then there was Prince Jaeron having black hair too. Whilst uncommon, it did happen, and Mychelah couldn't count the amount of times she had wanted to yell the obvious to them to bring them down a peg in their superiority. The people of Lys took pride in their appearance, but she didn't doubt that if there was a test to find out how much Valyrian blood they had in them it would be minuscule.

"Mama."

Mychelah spun on her feet to be met with the girl she had raised as a daughter. Tanned skin that was common in her part of the world. Eyes so black they looked like onyx's and hair as dark as the night sky. Remembering the words her mother had made her promise. Keep her safe. For so many years those three words had kept her up at night, circled in her mind non stop to the point that she felt as though she was going insane. But she made a promise, and she kept her promises.

"What is it, Lanna?

The younger walked over to her now and rested her arms on the balcony too, staring out as well. When she had left with the babe, her mother had made sure they had plenty to get by. Enough so that she was able to purchase a larger manse that angered a lot of Magister's in the area. Some even challenging her for ownership but every time she had beat them down. Tarena Lannister wanted to make sure her daughter was well defended partially due to her name and partially down to the numerous raids that the Ironborn partook in along the coast where she had lived. Her father had died when she was young, but her mother found solace in a young soldier which she was happy with. But then said soldier had left her heavily pregnant and didn't look back. Mychelah swore then that if she ever came into contact with the man who left her mother in such a state, she would draw him.

"When is it we are leaving for Qarth?"

For a moment, she blinked a few times. Forgetting their next steps in her anger as she normally did. Lannister's were known to hold grudges, even those so far down in the line at most they had a decent sized house in Lannisport, but it did not skip them. Herself included.

"We will be leaving as soon as the others arrive, which should be any day."

Lanna threw her head back at this. Whilst she wasn't her daughter by blood, she was still her daughter. She had taken her in when her father had fallen in battle and her mother was nearing her own death with her illness which took over her. The younger was someone who always needed to know everything that happened and when it was happening, hating being kept in the dark.

"What's that?"

She pointed to the parchment in her hands which Mychelah only noticed now she had crumbled into a small ball. Quickly unravelling it to hand it over to the younger.

"I thought you would've been happy to receive word from your brother."

The older rolled her eyes in annoyance at Lanna's smirk. Whilst she loved her brother dearly, she hated him too. They fought often when they were children and even more so as they got older. She had begged for him to come with her across the sea with Lanna but he had instead opted to remain. Not that it done him any good- she thought to herself, as he ended up banished to Essos anyway.