In the midst of the dragon home, tensions arise and sides are chosen. To keep peace between the greens and blacks, Rhaenyra offers her eldest child, Aelanys Velaryon, to wed Alicent Hightower's son, Aegon II.
Aelanys knew being the eldest and futur...
"How can you be so daft!?" Viserys coughed out as he stared down his own son from the Iron Throne. Otto even held a look of annoyance at Aemond while he stood next to the king by the throne. "What were you thinking!" Viserys croaked out, blood and spit flying out of his mouth from the strain.
Aemond looked down at his feet unable to put words together.
"Your idiocy could have killed Prince Qyle! Then we would have a war with Dorne at our door steps! You could have caused a war the throne is not prepared to fight!" Viserys began to uncontrollably cough into his handkerchief.
"You will give Prince Qyle your sincerest apologies," Otto spoke up as the king began a coughing fit. "Aelanys will accompany you in this endeavor." Aemond's eye snapped up with a scowl. "So, I am to apologize and bring him my wife who he asked favor of? I should have killed him for such embarrassment and ill intentions!" Aemond could feel his temper grow hot as his dragon's fire.
"You will do well to mind your tongue when you speak to your king!" Otto boomed as Viserys' coughing finally died down. "And you will address him as 'your grace', is this understood?"
"Failure to do so will result in your banishment from King's Landing."
Aemond bit down on the inside of his cheeks until he tasted cooper. "Your grace," Aemond spat out. "You are dismissed," Viserys let out an exasperated huff before being carried to his room to rest.
. . .
"Wife," Aemond greeted briefly as he tugged at his tunic angrily. "What was the king's final say?" Aelanys broke her focus from brushing out her hair upon seeing how upset her husband was. "We are to visit that Dornish cunt and I am to apologize before a war with Dorne is to begin." He yanked off his boots and tossed them aside.
"Dorne would not wage war over Qyle," Aelanys muttered shaking her head. "What do you mean?" Aemond searched for his riding gear as he questioned her. "His father is not very fond of him it seems. He hardly noticed his absence half the days," Aelanys sighed remembering how poorly the prince was treated by his own blood. "Seems we do share something in common," Aemond huffed as he tugged on his riding boots. "Where are you off to?"
"Riding. I need to think first."
. . .
Aelanys watched as the sun kissed the ocean making the sea shine in a way that mesmerized her. She observed how Aemond rode his dragon in the orange and pink sky. He maneuvered Vhagar without much plight. The princess found herself reminiscing their nights together on Vyrax. Riding amongst the stars in the dead of night without anyone else catching knowledge of it.
