The morning air was cold and a thick fog surrounded the boat that swiftly floated top the waters, sailing along the path that led to King's Landing.
Y/N stood on the upper-deck, facing the port side of the boat to gaze into the distance as she doodled in her little pocket book; though there was very little she could see, courtesy of the fog. She wondered why there was such a big concern regarding Luke's succession when he was already named Lord of the Tides and furthermore, why it required the entirety of the family to travel to the Keep to settle the dispute. It was not that she did not like the Red Keep, she just did not like sailing.
"Have you eaten?" Jace walked up the stairs to join his half-sister on the upper deck. Even though he was a few years younger, he'd formed a habit of mother-henning his siblings, fitting into the role of being the one who would one day sit the throne and take on the job of protecting them.
"I did, before we left home" Y/N sweetly smiled at the boy, momentarily looking toward him. Jace had grown up to be rather loving around her, given their history of never getting along at first and she was glad to have someone such as himself by her side.
"It's a good thing you do not get seasick like our brother" he chuckled "he's finally fallen asleep now, though I believe he will awake in a rather bad mood"
"He does get grumpy after his afternoon naps" Y/N playfully grinned at all the past memories of Luke waking up and just being an irritable puppy until it was time for tea "Are you nervous about going back? Luke seemed a touch uneasy"
Jace sighed at the question. He did feel a bit hesitant with regards to going back and facing the other half of his family; the half that did not like him. Though, even if he would never admit it out loud, he knew he and his brother played some part in creating a tense atmosphere between them and a certain uncle.
"I won't lie, I am a bit nervous yes" Jace pressed his lips into a line.
"Aemond?" Y/N asked and Jace heaved a long sigh before he nodded silently.
"Whatever happened, it was all years ago" Y/N tried to provide some comfort "I'm sure he won't lash out at the mere sight of you"
"Of course you'd think that, he's your friend" Jace chuckled softly to himself "but us boys, we've never been even remotely close to that"
"Again, that was years ago. People change Jace" the older girl looked at him adoringly "and if he initiates anything, I promise I'll be by your side unlike the last time"
"Thank you sister" Jace replied with an appreciative glance though he had a feeling that deep down the princess would side with Aemond. The both of them had been together ever since they'd learned how to walk and he knew that if things ever got heated like the last time, Y/N would once again rush to Aemond's defence.
It took all morning to reach King's Landing and everyone was more than happy to leave the boat and walk on land once again. Thankfully the carriage ride back to the castle was a short one.
Upon their arrival, neither the queen nor her children were present to welcome Rhaenyra and her family. No one had expected for the King to be present for he was far too ill to do so. Still, at the very least his hand, Otto Hightower could make himself present. Instead, Lord Beasburry stood at the doors to welcome them.
"How lazy can one get to not make any effort to simply walk to the doors of the courtyard" Y/N mumbled to Luke and Rhaena "Is it really that big of a task to greet your guests?"
Luke chortled at the older girl's rant. She most certainly was Daemon's daughter.
Once they'd all entered the castle, everyone headed off into different directions to look around. Rhaenyra and Daemon to meet with Alicent, Baela and Rhaena to look for their grandmother Rhaenys, Jace and Luke to have a look at their former training yard. The younger boys went along with their mother while Y/N decided to visit her old nursery.
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Dynasty of Flames//Aemond Targaryen X Reader
FanfictionBeing born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the b...