The Mother of Kin and Keeper of Blood

•Marriage•

Vaemrys held her sword in her hands. She and rhaenyras swords were carried here in the back of the carriage. Alicent had given viserys the assignment to tell his two daughters about how it isn't ladylike to carry them constantly. Vaemrys had argued with, it isn't ladylike to protect yourself.

Otto gave the king wooden box that was carved with Ragïrs features on it. Vaemrys lifted rhaegon down onto the blanket beside her. She stood up and looked to viserys. "Please father, watch the children, I will go change in my personal tent", Vaemrys smiled. Viserys nodded, "Go ahead darling, Aegar is quite a joy to talk to as well", he smiled.

"And then Ragïr let me pet him! He turned her head and looked at me pa!", Aegar exclaimed. Vaemrys couldn't help but giggle at her 8 year old son. Alicent stood watching from afar. While aegon was being held by servants...viserys bonded with all four of Vaemrys sons more than he did his own.
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Rhaenyra had come into the tent a few moments after Vaemrys had left to speak with viserys. "Is that what I am to you? A prize to proffer about to the great houses?", rhaenyra questioned with anger. Viserys looked at her with a slightly annoyed expression. "You're of age, Rhaenyra and Jason Lannister is ab excellent Match.", he said in a lower tone. "He's arrogant and self-serious.", rhaenyra whispered back. "I thought you might have that in common.", he whispered to her. Her eyes widened and her brows furrowed. "Since you came of age, I've been slowly drowning in a lake of parchment flung from every corner of the realm. Marriage Proposals, all and I have tried often to discuss it with you, but you've refused me at every turn.", viserys had become louder and louder after each word.

Vaemrys walked into the tent with her scabbard on her hip holding Her sword, HellsScream. She felt that the stress of her family had lifted a little bit...until she looked around and saw everyone was staring at the loud argument between her father and her sister.

"This is because I do not wish to get married!", Rhaenyra yelled. "Even I do not exist above tradition and Duty, rhaenyra!", he yelled back. "Excuse me, your grace.", otto said and that pulled viserys back into reality to realize that everyone had been listening to their argument. It had gone quiet. Viserys turned back to Rhaenyra. "You Must Marry.", he ended. Rhaenyra stared back at him with a look of hurt and betrayal.

"Yes", viserys answered otto. "The Royal huntsman has sent a report, your grace. There's been a sighting of a white hart.", otto spoke with a smile. Vaemrys walked over to rhaenyra and put her hand on her shoulder. "The stag is "The King of the Kingswood", your grace. A regal portent for prince argon's name day.", otto informed.

Rhaenyra pulled away from Vaemrys harshly and looked at her with tearful eyes before storming out of the tent.

Vaemrys felt tears threatening to fall. She wanted to run out to rhaenyra and help her through this time in her life but she looked back to her children. They mattered most, They needed her, rhaenyra needs to accept that marriage will be vital for her. Rhaenyra acted as if Viserys was not talking to Vaemrys about marriage too.

Aegar held Vhaegon in this arms as he sat criss crossed on the fluffed blankets on the floor. Vaemrys sat down with all four of her children. "Mother, will Aunt Rhaenyra be back soon?", vaemron asked softly. "Im sure she will be back but I'm not so sure if that will be soon", Vaemrys said softly.
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Vaemrys had put the boys to sleep in her personal tent with marina and Emily watching them.

She stood outside of the tent with her hand on the hilt of her sword as it rested on her hip. "Where are you rhaenyra?...", she mumbled to herself. Vaemrys stopped and stared at the dark forest in front of her.
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"Close your eyes, Vaemrys", Daemon whispered into her ear. He spun her around and stopped her in a different direction. Her grip held tight on the wooden sword.