Dance of The Dragonwolf

Lady Lyanna Stark

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Prince Baelon led his mother through the pathways of Dragonstone's inner yard, a path the two had walked long ago. It was then that Queen Alysanne towered over him with a gleeful smile on her face and him a boy only as high as her waist dragging her along to watch his older brother spar with the other squires.

Now nearing forty, his hair of silver-gold had slowly receded from his forehead, and more white strands appeared every year, while his beloved mother, now sixty, her posture stooped and unable to walk unaided or without a cane. Baelon still led her, albeit at a slower pace, not that his grace minded; with the stress and tedium of court, the remote peace of their ancestral seat was a reprieve.

But not at the moment, for his son challenged the visiting knight Ser Gunthor Manderly in the yards after their meeting. Which the knight duly accepted, and half the castle was bustled to watch.

To Baelon's surprise, his mother asked to be escorted to the yards personally. Most of the realm knew Queen Alyssane, at best, tolerated such spectacles and only observed them for the ceremony. He and Aemon were such exceptions, much to her worry.

Servants and squires hurried to prepare the grounds for such an abrupt event. As Baelon walked, he saw Daemon with what he assumed was a cup of wine whilst a serving boy readied his armor. His son was also wooing some serving girl between each sip.

"You are much too lenient on him, mother." He said with restraint.

The remark earned him a mother's laugh. "Would you have me lock him up in a tower?" Queen Alyssane answered. "Because if I did, he'd find some way to escape and fly off to god knows where."

"I shouldn't have let him claim Caraxes then!"

"Daemon will just brave the Dragonmont to claim a dragon regardless." She replied with a raised eyebrow. "At least with your supervision, your son didn't become a meal for Aemon's mount."

But even his Alyssa had respect for rules and propriety, whilst his son mocked them.

He'd not spared his sons the rod and scoldings. Any mischief his boys did was punished accordingly, as his father did for himself, Aemon, and his other siblings. So Daemon's roguish behavior baffled him, unlike his younger brother; Viserys had neither skill of Lance nor Learning, but he was an amicable enough boy and would grow to be a good king under his tutelage.

But try as might mold Daemon as a capable future Hand for his brother, his youngest preferred to act like an eel instead of a dragon; the near-constant absences from his lessons, the insults to visiting lords, the disappearances lasting days at a time and many more.

His seduction of that poor girl was merely the spark that set alight his frustration and anger toward him. Were it not for his mother proposing this "exile," Baelon feared what he would have done.

"Fear not, my boy. You won't suffer the shame of a bastard grandchild." His mother japes, but as he comes to find out later, other women fall prey to his son's games, but thankfully they also have the sense to drink moon tea.

His mother had grown thinner and gaunter after he last saw her many moons ago. No doubt the death of his younger sister Maegelle due to greyscale earlier in the year affected his mother more than her correspondence through ravens let on.