Harrenhal, the Riverlands
130 AC
"Lord Cregan. I wish we could have met under different circumstances." Daemon greeted, covered in blood, gore, and grime. All three men were as they had just come out of what everyone was now calling the Battle of Harrenhal.
Aemond and Ser Criston had tried to seize the castle, and had almost won if Aelyx and Cregan with the Northern army had arrived in time. Vermithor had dealt a blow to Vhagar and many Green riverlander soldiers had been either killed in the battle or captured.
Currently, Vermithor and Caraxes were resting while gorging on the dead bodies after the dragons tore the armor off or the armor was removed. Dragons preferred to hunt, but would eat the dead if necessary.
"As do I, Prince Consort." the Lord of Winterfell agreed. "The North remembers their fucking oaths, unlike some other people I should mention."
"The North will be rewarded, Lord Cregan." Aelyx promised. Cregan had suggested a betrothal between his son, two year old Rickon, and his daughter, Viserra.
All he had said was that he would talk to Shaera first. The Warden of the North had accepted it.
"We will inform the Queen of our victory." Daemon declared.
Daemon's solar, Harrenhal
130 AC
Cregan startled back when the dragonglass candles activated.
"Kepus." Aemon greeted.
"Aemon, I need to talk to your mother or my wife."
"Got it. MOM! AUNT LAELA! IT'S Kepus DAEMON, AELYX, AND LORD CREGAN!" the Prince of Dragonstone yelled.
"COMING!" a feminine voiced shouted.
He was more startled at how... normal they acted despite their otherworldly beauty.
A door opened and shut and Aemon stepped back and women with white-gold hair appeared in the projection.
"Laela." the Rogue Prince smiled.
"Mother." the Bronze Dragon greeted.
"Princess Laela." Cregan quickly stammered.
Laela wrinkled her nose. "Lady Hand would be preferable, Lord Cregan. Princess Laela just sounds stuffy. How is everything at Harrenhal?"
"We just threw back the Greens who tried to attack. Vermithor was able injure Vhagar." Aelyx said.
"Good. Baelor and Alyssia dealt with Daeron at the Battle of Brightwater Keep. Don't worry, they capture him and Tessarion, Baelor's escorting Prince Daeron to the capital while Alyssia will remain in the Reach." Laela said. "Rhaenyra is currently holding court."
"I could come to King's Landing. Lord Cregan, could you aid Aelyx with hunting down and flushing out Cole and Aemond?" Daemon suggested.
"I could."
"I'll inform Rhaenyra, we need her permission for this first." Laela cut in. "But it's a sound plan, though I could join. Vermithor and Silverwing together stand a better chance against Vhagar."
"We'll wait for you here." the Prince of the City said. "Avy jorrāelan, Laela."
"Avy jorrāelan, Daemon." the Silver Lady said and the projection vanished.
That is today's chapter. I hope you all enjoyed.
High Valyrian:
Avy jorrāelan — I love you, Laela.
Avy jorrāelan, Daemon — I love you, Daemon.
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