Familiarity ||| Jacaerys Velaryon

thirty-four

Thankfully, Alys kept Alyssa's warning in mind. For the days that they stayed at Harrenhal, she did not bother them. She kept her distance and didn't try anything with Jace.

Still, Alyssa was relieved to be leaving. Even if they were leaving to fight what would be a very large battle, Alyssa was relieved. At least she had some control in a battle.

Four dragons departed from Harrenhal together. For the first time in many moons, Cannibal and Caraxes took flight at the same moment. Father and daughter reunited in the sky; a striking sight.

The destination wasn't a place. A field, more like. Where the hosts of the North and Riverlands had gathered to march toward Oldtown.

It had been an extremely long march for most of the Northern hosts; a stretch for Rhaenyra to ask. But they could not deny the end of the war if they were victorious against the Hightower and Baratheons.

Besides, many... negotiations had been made. They vowed to support Rhaenyra. And that was how they were going to do it.

All they were waiting on was their dragons. Resting for the day, that was when the four dragons descended on the campsite. Four looming beasts roaring and growling as they circled the armies and found clear places to land.

Cannibal was the largest of the dragons landing with the army. That meant Alyssa had to land the farthest away so Cannibal didn't scare any of the soldiers and didn't ruin any tents.

Alyssa was the last to dismount her dragon, soothing Cannibal before she joined her father.

He was already standing beside the leaders of the respective armies, Rhaenys and Jace at his back. They were exchanging pleasantries, thanks for the support.

She didn't say anything when she joined their ranks. Alyssa took her place beside Jace, Daemon glancing back to assure she'd arrived.

Daemon was speaking to all of them about some story or another, something for men to laugh at. Alyssa didn't quite care, she'd already met many of them on her tour.

But, of course, there was one who caught her eye. Or more appropriately, she met the grey eyes of the man already looking at her.

Lord Cregan.

It had been well over a year since Alyssa had seen him last.

Seen him.

She couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach. And not because Alyssa had some lost love for him or that she'd missed him; he was the last person to have bedded Alyssa.

And as much as she tried not to dwell on it, that memory was at the forefront of her mind when she met his eyes. Alyssa had been sexually deprived for a year and a half, almost two. It couldn't be helped that her mind jumped back to him pinning her arms above her head as he fucked her.

It wasn't even that Alyssa wanted him. She wanted the man who was to be her husband. But he was adamant they wait. So wait Alyssa would.

Jace must've already had his uncomfortable confrontation, since he'd also taken pleasure from the Lord of Winterfell. He seemed more relaxed than Alyssa felt.