''It's been near six years since I last saw my lord husband, Maester. I must know... will he live?''
Rhaenys didnt know that she cared. Six long years and they were not in a good place before that. Maybe his almost death would spark something in her and rekindle what once was. But they didnt have any answers for her. If they found him maybe, maybe not. It was a wreckage. So she had to push her husband out of her mind just in time for her brother in law to come barging in.
''The Sea Snake is strong.' Kelvyn offered as he headed out
''No doubt. And yet, I have seen blood fever overcome men half his age.'' Vaemond remarked coming up to Rhaenys.
''I will not suffer the talk of crows in my house, Vaemond.'' Rhaenys hissed
''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 offered.
''My grandmother seems quite comfortable here.'' Baela informed him confidently.
''She presides only in the absence of her husband. On his death, the seat passes-' Vaemond reminded them both
''To Lucerys Velaryon. As is my lord husband's desire.'' Rhaenys reminded him stiffly.
''I am the Sea Snake's own blood, the closest kin he has left.' Vaemond shouted
''Be careful, good-brother. One could take your words for treason.' Rhaenys told him calmly.
''I speak the truth, Rhaenys. And you know it.'' Vaemond spat.
''The matter has been decided.'' Rhaenys sat confidently, calm and collected as his temper only grew.
''By a man whose ambition has brought down on us calamity after calamity. My brother cares only for the history books. 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." Vaemond shouted. "And while I should like your support, I do not... need it. The winds have shifted. The crown has good reason... to take my side." Vaemond went on and Rhaenys let out a deep breath.
'' My cousin the King would have your tongue for this.''
''But it's not a king who sits the Iron Throne these days, good-sister. It's the Hand.''
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''The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army.'' Jace repeated
''Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis." Maester Gerardys told him in high Valyrian.
Jace let out a sigh as he tried to remember the right translation. He had been learning over the years when he visited Davina and now Rhaenyra was finally teaching him properly, well a maester was. Jace always thought it strange that his mother ignored him and Luke and even Joffrey once she wed Daemon. Like she had forgotten about them and their existence once she started pushing out new, very silver haired siblings.
Jace liked that Davina helped teach her children. Quizzed them, encouraged them to speak it throughout the day. Jace liked that she was letting them marry who they wanted to when they wanted to. Encouraged Alicent to do the same. He missed the capital, he missed Davina and his uncles, his cousins. He felt very alone on dragon stone.
''And landed at the Blackwater Rush." Jace told him
"Dranot." He corrected and Jace's face pinched
'Dranot, dranot, dranot.'' He repeated again and again.
''At the end?'' Gerardys urged. Jace closed his eyes as he paced.
''The mouth.'' Rhaenyra told him as she walked forward.
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Fury // Harwin Strong
Fanfiction"You will always fall in love and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast." 🐉 Daemon had a choice to make. He chose wrong. Davina was left with her fury and rage to boil inside of her. Or was the man she really needed right...
