Dragonstone, Autumn 129 AC
I've never gone so long without talking to Aemond, over letters or in person. It's been half a year since he's written back. I've sent just about two dozen letters since he's stopped responding, I stopped a month ago. If he isn't going to respond I'm not going to reach out. It's just wasting my time no matter how much I tell myself, the next one I send he'll answer.
Daemon has started to notice Syra's solemn mood, he's tried to cheer her up with small gifts and desserts. Nothing seems to cheer her up though, she just sits around and watch as the world passes around her. She's short with anyone that comes to talk with her, giving them attitude and shooing them away.
She gets monthly letters from Cregan but doesn't answer. She's even told her mother to end the betrothel, Rhaenyra found it strange but obeyed her daughters wish. She didn't want to force Syra into a marriage she didn't want, she knew how that felt and wouldn't want that for any of her children. When the time came Syra would choose whomever she wanted to marry.
Syra has spent much of her time in the library. Learning politics, something she's never focused on, if she's to become ruler one day she needs to know how to do it. She's read a total of twenty books on the rule of Jaehaerys Targaryen.
To Syra he's the best ruler of the seven kingdoms. He was peaceful and just, her grandsire was a lot like him in that aspect, but Viserys' rule hasn't been as successful as Jaehaerys'. Another person Syra has looked up to is Visenya, the sister wife of Aegon the Conqueror.
But she's so much more than a wife, she's a warrior, a ruler in her own right, and the original rider of Vhagar. Syra aspires to be like her when she rules, fair and just but also able to take down enemies and threats.
Outside of studying historical events, Syra's been learning philosophy and poetry. The songs of old Valyria have enthralled her. She was never much of a singer, but her voice was exceptional and she could play the harp, something her mother and Alicent praised her for.
She hadn't touched one in years but given her free time as of late she's picked it up again. Rusty at first, but she caught up quickly. She got used to playing again and started strumming the melody to an old song she'd learned.
"Pōnta ōregion each tolie close
Se pākrisīva pōja backs bē se mōris.
Se hills bona ezīmagon asunder,
Se se zōbrie bona iprattan se jēdrar;
Se perzyssy bona shot sīr eglie se bāne Bona gīda zaldrīzoti zaltan;
Would dōrī sagon se mōrī sights bona Ropatas bē pōja laesi.
Nykeā sōvegon bē nykeā dōros,
Se waves se embar-jelmio whipped se churned
Se oktion hen nykeā pyrys jēdri,
Se ry bona vali ēdan gūrēntan;
Se vējes consumed ziry ry alike,
Se neither hen zirȳ pākrisīva."
She finished singing with a hum as she heard low claps. Syra turned around to see Daemon standing in the doorway of the library.
"Your Valyrian has improved immensely Sy, I'm very impressed. You should sing this for your mother. She'd cry."
Syra chuckled and shook her head, "I couldn't. I was just singing it to get my mind off of things."
"Pity, it's amazing." Daemon snickered, "Well if you want to put that brain of yours to something else, Meagor and I are going on a ride about the land."
"Umm.. I suppose." Syra was never one for riding with people. She always used the skies as an escape. A way to be free, and be seen by no one in her own little world.
"Well let's get to it then, Meagor and Sandra are waiting. Meagor is smitten with her and wants to show her how dragons really are. I don't understand but oh well." They headed towards the field where the dragons spend their time.
When Starflame saw Syra he shot up and bound over, nudging her chest, Cannibal made his way over and pushed Starflame out of the way to get Syra's attention. They both were so playful around Syra, they acted like little pups begging for belly rubs.
To anyone else they were terrifying creatures, especially Cannibal, but to Syra they were her babies. She would protect them with her whole being. Walk through fire for them, burn if she was able to, just for them to be safe.
Translation of the song:
They held each other close
And turned their backs upon the end.
The hills that split asunder,
And the black that ate the skies;
The flames that shot so high and hot
That even dragons burned;
Would never be the final sights
That fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall,
The waves the sea-wind whipped and churned
The city of a thousand years,
And all that men had learned;
The doom consumed it all alike,
And neither of them turned.
It's a poem about the doom of Old Valyria, I thought it'd be cool to turn it into a song. It's a small chapter but I don't know what else to add to it. Soon we'll be in kings landing. I might have one or two chapters before then but it's soon lol.
Word count: 900
-A
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