Tale of Two Queens

[037] Family Is Nothing

"Do you think she'll know?" Luke looked to Aegon who smirked, shaking his head as he and Luke hid high in the corner of the royal stables where the stable men stored the hay. Aegon whipped his hair back as Luke grinned. 

They watched with their spy glasses as Mera rode back on her black stallion, her silver hair had been braided and pinned into a bun as her baby hairs flew freely. She wore a velaryon blue suit with a silver seahorse embroidered onto her back. Her black hard leather boots shimmered in the sunlight as she held her crop in one hand and the reins, fisted in the other. 

Ser Westerling followed from behind as he looked tired and worn on his white mare. He wiped the sweat from his face as he urged his mare on.

Aegon snickered as he joked with Luke, watching the boys sister return. The clicking of the mare's shoes came louder and louder as Luke smiled. There was a certain elegance to Mera, even at a young age. She had a stern look, elegant and bright. 

It didn't matter to Luke that she was cold and distant. She was his sister and she'd always be his sister. No matter what happened to him or her. Nothing would come between them, nothing at all.

Aegon looked down at Jace and Aemond who hid in the other corner, plotting with their schemes as they whispered and cackled with each other.

Aegon made a motion to shut up before they finally did. He looked down to see Mera ride into the stables with Ser Westerling panting as he rode his horse.

She directed her stallion to stop before she turned, swinging her leg over her saddle and jumping off. Even getting off a horse, Mera made graceful. Her posture never wavered as she  glared around, surveying her surroundings as she caught sight of Aegon's shimmering silver hair and Luke's wild curls.

Ser Westerling gasped for air, getting off as he looked at Mera who never faltered with a unreadable look. "Princess...you've got to slow down," he huffed out a breath of air as Mera tilted her head and leaned on her left heel, folding her arms as she held the reins in one hand.

As if scolding a child, Ser Westering placed a hand on his hip as he swallowed, "I will be telling your mother of your devious tricks to stray from our agreed plan."

Mera nodded, tilting her head mockingly. "Is that all?"

The stable masters looked over their shoulder with a snort as Ser Westerling widened his eyes. Mera singed with arrogance, "Perhaps I shall tell my mother I need a new sworn sword. You seem to be too old to keep up."

She turned on her heel, her movements sharp and precise. Mera heard her little footsteps a mile away before she smirked, taking her leather gloves off and walking into a shadowed corner.

Helaena ran into the stables with a soft pink dress and a hand full of flowers. Her hair bounced as she ran in, looking around as she saw Ser Westerling bow. "Princess."

Helaena looked around, confused. She blinked before turning and gasping as she saw Aegon and Luke dump a bucket of waste onto her. Helaena screamed as the cold clumps of mud and god knows what flowed down her hair and dress.

She screamed, beginning to cry as Aegon took steps back and cackled. Luke froze as Jace and Aemond stepped out. Aemond blinked as he watched his sister cry while Jace blinked and swallowed, all excitement leaving his face.

Luke looked worried as Aegon held his stomach and laughed. The stablemen widened their eyes while Ser Westerling frowned in displeasure. He would have given the boy a whipping but at last, he was the prince. It would have been improper and treasonous.