The Dragon-Tamer

02

The Starks had been given their own private quarters, mostly because they were so well respected and favored at court.

Feyre and her family were invited to break their fast with the royal family, the Hand, and his daughter before the tournament began. An entire breakfast feast had been prepared with all the foods the Stark family was used to back in Winterfell.
Feyre had been sat in between her sister and Rhaenyra with Alicent straight across from her ( no doubt on request of the princess). All families were engaged in light conversation.

Queen Aemma couldn't stop doting on Roslyn, "I simply cannot get over how much you've grown! You're going to be as beautiful as your mother and sister, little one."

"Thank you, Your Grace!" Roslyn ate up any compliment she was given, feeling absolutely smug about being compared to the women in her family. To her, her mother and sister are the most beautiful women in all the realm.

Feyre's mother, who was sat next to the queen, placed a hand on Aemma's swollen belly, "I simply cannot wait until we get to meet the sweet babe! Have you thought about names, Your Majesty?"

Aemma smiled in thanks, "Rhaenyra is sure that it is a girl, and that she would like her to be named Visenya."

"A very elegant name," Saoirse replied.

"Thank you, Lady Saoirse," Aemma said, "If it is a boy, Viserys has requested Baelon."

Edward raised his cup of mead, "A name fit for a king!"

"Hear, hear!" Viserys clinked his goblet with Edward's.

"If I ever am blessed with a child," Feyre chimed in, "I think I would like to name it either Percy or Andromeda; but, I would of course consider my husband's suggestions."

Rhaenyra's face soured as the word "husband" left Feyre's lips. She often forgot that Feyre was a year older than herself and would have to marry very soon. The thought of her sweet Feyre being stuck with some lord who wouldn't appreciate her and only want her for her power made Rhaenyra sick.

Feyre, noticing her friend's silence, placed a hand on her knee to garner her attention,

"Are you alright, Nyra?"

Rhaenyra shook her head in reassurance, "I am quite alright, sweet Feyre."

"Are you sure?" Feyre asked, "You seem...off lately."

"I am completely fine," Rhaenyra grabbed a hold of Feyre's hand, "I promise."

Feyre was sure that she was lying, but decided not to push further, Nyra would tell her eventually. But that didn't push away the fact that Feyre had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
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Feyre had never liked tourneys. Seven days of men killing each other for pride and honor; it was a joke to her. Not to mention how it broke her heart when they mistreated their horses.

"Her name is Nightfire."

Feyre turns away from the horse at her brother's voice, "She's a beautiful creature."

"She was a gift from father, on my tenth name day," Cedric stroked his mare's snout, cooing at her.

"Gift fit for a knight, I suppose," Feyre smiles.

Cedric studied his sister's body language, he knew something was wrong, "Are you alright, Fey? You've been off since our arrival."

Feyre shook her head, "I'm fine, Ced."

"I haven't heard that name in a long time," Cedric smiled softly, "You've been well missed in Winterfell, Big Sister; many pray for the health and safety of the Beauty of the North."