The tale of Ice and Fire

Chapter Six

King's Landing, 282 AC

Iclyn stood in front of the double doors and softly knocked on the wooden surface. A handmaiden came to open the door.

“It's Lady Stark, your grace.” she said, letting the queen know her guest had arrived. “Let her in!” the queen of the Seven Kingdoms ordered.

Iclyn entered the room and swiftly curtsied in front of the queen. “Thank you for inviting me to break fast with you, your grace.” he said gifting the queen with one of his beautiful smiles.

“No sense, my dear. Call me Rhealla. After all, in less than a sennight you'll be my gooddaughter. No need for such formalities. Come.” she said, smiling at the northerner. When she finished her speech she patted the place next to her for Iclyn to sit on.

“Thank you, my..... Rhealla.” Iclyn quickly corrected himself at the queen's glare.

He sat on the stool and the two began to break fast.

“Tell me, my dear. How did you meet my son?” she asked curiously as she took a lemon cake.

“We met at a tourney. I heard him play the harp, he's so talented.” Iclyn smiled remembering how the soft tunes had made him cry.

“He's always been sweet. My sweet baby.” the queen said, smiling.

“We met the first time two years ago, but we didn't talk except to present ourselves to one another. Than we met again at the Harrenhall for the tournament last year. I had taken my sister Lyanna's place because she wasn't feeling well and wanted to rest, but as the betrothed of one of the Paramount Lords, she was obliged to be present. No one noticed it was me instead of Lyanna sitting next to our father, not even Lord Baratheon. No one except for your son. He immediately recognised me.” Iclyn remembered fondly.

“We than started talking about dragons and he offered me to come with him to Dragonstone. I was excited when my father agreed.” he had lied about the last part, but he couldn't tell her about his magic, especially when it was still so unpredictable. He had ruined already three dresses in the last two day thanks to his magic.

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Two days later, Iclyn decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and took a stroll in the beautiful gardens. The gardens were full of colours and smells, he took the blanket in Aiana's arms and placed it on the ground.

“Come, Aiana. Sit with me.” he said, patting the empty spot next to him.

“It's not proper, my lady.”

Iclyn rolled his eyes. “Who cares? I'm about to be the princess of the Seven Kingdoms, if that doesn't give me the right to sit with whomever I want, why bother?” Aiana let out a chuckle, that brought out Iclyn's bright smile. The handmaiden, than, shook her hand and sat on the blanket.

“Mama!” Sōna's voice distracted Iclyn from Aiana's grumbling. “Mama!”

“Ēbrion! Stop pulling your sister's tail!” he hissed back at the two dragons and Ēbrion immediately let go of his sister's tail.

“Thanks mama”

“Your welcome, darling.”

“They are so like little children that it's frightening.” Aiana's look was fixated on the two dragons.

“I know. Sometimes I think they will shapeshift into two silver haired, indigo eyes babies.” he answered still looking at the two dragons. Aiana's gaze shifted from the dragon to the northerner, and smiled. He was so besotted with Rhaegar and he didn't realize it.