In the midst of the dragon home, tensions arise and sides are chosen. To keep peace between the greens and blacks, Rhaenyra offers her eldest child, Aelanys Velaryon, to wed Alicent Hightower's son, Aegon II.
Aelanys knew being the eldest and futur...
AEMOND AWOKE with great excitement. Today Ser Vaemond Velaryon was going to challenge the young Lucerys' right to Driftmark. With Lord Corlys assumed to be dead at sea and the king's declining health now was the best time to strike.
The fiery prince was now eighteen full of the same fire his dragon breathed out. With Aelanys gone he grew to dislike his half-sister's side of the family even more so. As the years went by he grew more and more vengeful. Especially towards his half-sister who alway broke the rules. Lucerys for taking his eye. Aelanys for abandoning him.
He spent all day in the training pits with Ser Criston while his brother sank into his cups. The small crowd that gathered around cheered for their prince as he bested his trainer. "Well done my prince. You will win tourneys in no time," The knight held a proud look. "I don't give a shit about tourneys. Nephews have you come to train?" Aemond looked over his shoulder at the two boys. The prince twirled the sword before having to put it down from the wave of shock that swallowed him whole. Aelanys picked a small round ball from the tall grass behind them.
The small crowd seemed to notice the sudden surprise look on their prince and looked towards his stare. Small gasps were erupted throughout the group as they whispered of her beauty. There was no doubt that the princess, who was now nineteen, aged like fine wine. Jacaerys laughed at his uncle causing Luke to smile next to him.
"Might want to close your mouth Uncle, flies may get in."
The two boys snickered angering Aemond. His heart raced at the sight of Aelanys. looking at her now, he felt small all over again. it was as if time had turned back around to when they were children ─ sneaking around to fly vyrax. yet, as he stared at her the emotions fluttering in his stomach twisted differently than it did before. in the moment as he continued to peer at her, all of his feelings wrentched together until it formed into anger. aelanys had betrayed him. he would not forget nor forgive this so easily ─ no matter how much his heart begged him to.
Noticing eyes on her, the princess turned her attention. "Uncle has invited us to train," Jace caught his sister up on what she missed. Her eyes met his causing him to feel like the boy she left behind all over again.
"Hm, asking someone younger than you to duel seems...craven like," Aelanys' voice seemed to have matured with the rest of her. "You may not know this princess but, in the face of war no one will be worried whether killing someone younger is craven as you say," Ser Criston sharply answered. "Did the great Criston Cole just admit he encourages craven behavior? Seems unbefitting of a king's guard knight. Does that mean you would kill children? Perhaps even women?" Aelanys held her hands folded behind her back, standing tall and poised as a princess should. To her words the crowd murmured and gave dirty looks to the now speechless knight. The princess removed her riding cloak and handed it to Lucerys who grinned. Aemond could not help his eye take her in. She adorned all black riding gear, the leathers cinched eloquently to her curves. "I would like to duel with you, Uncle," Aelanys' hand rested on the hilt of her slender milkglass blade.
