Baelon II Velaryon is the son of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Just like his mother he was a strong willed dragon rider. Built for the clouds and forged for fire. He was meant for greatness. But the legacy of his family weighed heavily on his shoulders.
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3 years later.
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"It's been nearly three years since I last saw my lord husband, Maester. I must know... will he live?" Rhaenys asks, the princess sat on the throne of Driftmark, and beside her stood Baela.
The Maester stares up at her timidly. "He led his sailors into an ambush. A ship made to look as if it were abandoned. In the fighting, his neck was slashed by a Corsair's dagger. He fell overboard into the sea. The wound was severe. Much blood was lost. But the greater concern is the fever that followed. The ship's maester said he burns from within." Maester Kelvyn reports
Rhaenys looked down, she couldn't bare the news.
In the distance, seabirds call.
"The ravens came in from?" Rhaenys ask "Evenfall, Princess. They're Baelons." Kelvyn states, Vaemond looks up, sneering silently. "So they arrive in three days." Rhaenys says
Vaemond went to say something, he didn't want the bastard here at Driftmark. "Let all be made ready to receive him, Maester Kelvyn." Rhaenys finishes
Kelvyn nods, turning away. "The Sea Snake is strong." Baela states, offering her some comfort. Vaemond hums. "No doubt. And yet, I have seen blood fever overcome men half his age." Vaemond says, approaching the princesses.
"I will not suffer the talk of crows in my house, Vaemond." Rhaenys sneers "I love my brother... but we must be honest with ourselves. We may greet his ship to find him gone. And who will take the Driftwood Throne?" Vaemond asks
Baela stares at him annoyed. "My grandmother seems quite comfortable here." Baela states "She presides only in the absence of her husband. On his death, the seat passes." Vaemond states, glaring up at her. Baela doesn't let her gaze waver from his.
Rhaenys immediately interjects. "To Jacerys Velaryon. As is my lord husband's desire." Rhaenys says "I am the Sea Snake's own blood, the closest kin he has left." Vaemond sneers "Be careful, good-brother. One could take your words for treason." Rhaenys warns
Vaemond scoffs, approaching her with purpose. "I speak the truth, Rhaenys. And you know it." Vaemond states "The matter has been decided." Rhaenys states "By a man whose ambition has brought down on us calamity after calamity. My brother cares only for the history books." Vaemond states, staring her down.
"But what of the Velaryon line? Is it to be snuffed out, supplanted by the pups of House Strong? Driftmark is mine by all rights. And while I should like your support, I do not... need it." Vaemond announces, eyes ablaze. "The winds have shifted. The crown has good reason... to take my side." Vaemond states
Rhaenys stares with anger. "My cousin the King would have your tongue for this." Rhaenys says "But it's not a king who sits the Iron Throne these days, good-sister. It's a queen." Vaemond whispers
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Dragon stone.
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Rhaenyra steps down the short steps, making her way toward her son and the Maester. She smirks when she listens on as Jacaerys struggles with Valyrian, mispronouncing, almost every word.
"The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army." Jace says in English, and the maester repeats in Valyrian.
"And landed at the Blackwater Rush." Jace translates
Rhaenyra makes her way down the steps and she announces her presence by speaking in Valyrian, which Jace repeats, trying to translate it. "At the end?" Jace asks, confused and unsure.
Rhaenyra smirks. "The mouth." Rhaenyra states
"Mouth! Come on Jace, you knew that." Jace scolds, turning away. He then repeats it.
Rhaenyra makes her way around the table, listening to Jace struggle. The Maester corrects his pronunciation, and Jace repeats after him. "Come on Jace." Jace whispers
"Perhaps that's enough for the morning." Rhaenyra asks with a soft smile. Jace's head snaps up and he widens his eyes. "No, no. I want to keep going." Jace states, making Rhaenyra sigh.
Jace turns back to his teacher. "Maester." Jace asks. The maester begins speaking in Valyrian. "Aegon... ordered that the trees should be... killed." Jace states confidently, smiling. "Felled." Rhaenyra corrects, and Jace sighs in disappointment. "It is a related word. I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace." Rhaenyra states
"The Lord of the tides should honor the traditions of his forbears." Jace states "Well." Rhaenyra trails off, leaning forward. "Unless you're planning to depose your own grandfather, you have plenty of time to study." Rhaenyra states
There was a harsh slam in the distance, and both Jace and Rhaenyra turned. Daemon enters the large room. Rhaenyra turns to her son, "Leave us." She orders
"Joffrey... come." Jace orders, the young boy looks up and he stands, following after his older brother.
Daemon approaches his wife with a serious face, and Rhaenyra in return greets him with a warm smile. Daemon lifts his hand and he gently places a small scroll in her palm. Rhaenyra opens it, reading it silently while Daemon watches her.
"He means to call into question Jace's legitimacy. And by extension, Baelon, and by extension, my own claim to the throne." Rhaenyra says angry. "Vaemond cares only about Driftmark and the Velaryon line. Not about our politics. Has he made common cause with Otto Hightower yet?" Daemon asks, peering down at the letter.
"Mmm. This is what I fear. Rhaenys has flown to court. Surely, she cannot be planning to back him." Rhaenyra asks, Daemon shakes his head. "No. Whatever disagreements we may have had, she's not cruel... or stupid enough to do that." Daemon states, crossing his arms.
"Disagreements? She believes we had her son killed so that we might marry." Rhaenyra says "Yes... and yet, she's taken Baela to ward." Daemon says "Yes. It is Laena's memory she honors. She has no love for us." Rhaenyra states
Daemon exhales. "Has the vipers' venom spread so far?" Daemon asks, amused. Rhaenyra wasn't as amused. "Those vipers rule in my father's name. And my father..." Rhaenyra sighs. "What choice do I have?" Rhaenyra asks, she exhales heavily. Daemon gently reaches over and he places a hand on her swollen stomach. "To King's Landing, then." Daemon says, pulling back from his wife.
Before he can leave and ready their boats. Rhaenyra reaches over and she grabs his arm.
"We will need Baelon." Rhaenyra says, reminding him that he was their biggest force. "Has he sent word on when he will return from battle?" Daemon asks "he has, Baelon is on his way to Dragonstone." Rhaenyra states
Daemon sighs. "We'll send a message to have him meet us at Kingslanding instead then." Daemon says, Rhaenyra nods. "Will he though? He made it clear that he was never to set foot on Kingslanding." Rhaenyra says
"I highly doubt he kept that vow, he has a son." Daemon reminds. "That doesn't deflect from the fact he has not made a public appearance." Rhaenyra says
Daemon chuckles. "He will do this for his family." Daemon says
