Fire of the Sea|1| HOTD

.07

As Vaemomd Velaryon was speaking in high valaryian, putting laena to rest. All I could think about was what Aemond had said. Your future queen and while Helena is an amazing person, she's not heir. My mother was. So why did Aemond think that Helena and Aegon would be king and queen?

I couldn't think further as I heard her uncle Daemon, who I've yet to approach, laugh at something Vaemomd had said in his speech. I wasn't listening but I'm sure nothing would be amusing in a funeral speech. Not once has Daemon looked sad. Maybe he just isn't the type to show emotions to the masses, like me. Maybe grief is presented to him as laughing during the sad moments rather than crying.

Either way it didn't go over well with mother when I laughed too. I didn't know what at, but I wasn't going to let uncle laugh alone and be embarrassed. When mine and Daemons eyes met his narrowed in a confused manner. Looking me over he looked up to my mother with a look of realization. Of what, I do not know but then he smiled down at me, not quite a smile actually, a smirk? Yes that's more fitting. Why would he smirk at me?

The crowd around laena departed into factions, cliques, if you would and I separated from my mother walking over to Aemond now that he was finally away from his insufferable brother.

"When are you going to do it?" It seemed like this knocked him out of a trance.

"When everyone's asleep, so no one notices I'm gone."

"You mean we're gone." I correct him. If he thinks he's doing this alone he's mistaken.

"You're not-"

I cut him off."Yes I am. I'm going to support you through this just like you did when I would train with Starflame."

He sighed, "fine but only because I know you'll come anyways."I giggled knowing it was true. Even if he said no I'd find him and follow. We parted ways when I caught eyes on me. I walked up to them and waited for them to speak first.

"You look just like you're mother." Uncle Daemon said, "but you act nothing like she did at your age."

"And how did she act?" I'd never heard about my mothers youth. Anytime I brought it up she'd brush past with simple explanations saying it was mundane or something boring trying to stir me away from the topic.

"Like a lamb."

"Am I not a lamb?"

He smiled while saying, "No, you're a dragon."I smiled confused if it was a compliment or not. Any other person would want a young girl to be a lamb, easily manipulated and silenced, but here my uncle was telling me, a eleven summered girl, that I was a fierce beast. Untamable and hot tempered.

"I'll take that as a compliment, uncle." I courted.His face fell at the word uncle and that's when something inside of me woke. It's like a piece of a puzzle hidden away was found. I'd never believed myself to be Laenor's true born so I settled for thinking I was ser Harwins.

But here I stand realizing that this wasn't my uncle. This was my father. I rose a brow at him and tilted my head a bit and he nodded his head in confirmation. I widened my eyes a bit but stayed composed. Even at a young age I knew what it meant to be known as a bastard. I'd never tell a soul that this was my actually father, that was Leanor. But it's nice to know I'm not ser harwins bastard, even if that's what everyone else at court believed.

"I've heard many a story about your life." I turned the conversation somewhere else to not raise suspicions of the silence.

"From the king I suppose, best not believe them." He scoffed.

"Then you're not a brave warrior who took the step stone alone?" I quipped, "pity."

He chuckled, "you really are my daughter." I knew he said it in a low enough tone so no one would hear. But hearing those words made my face heat up. No ones ever looked at me with such joy and pride before. Just someone happy that I was their child, even secretly, was something I'd never felt from a father.