Dance of The Dragonwolf

King's Landing

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Red Keep - Early 100 AC

As they darted around the winding paths of the formidable Red Keep, the exhilaration of the chase fueled the adrenaline coursing through the veins of the young Prince and Princess, urging them to run ever faster. The two Kingsguards, loyal sentinels of the realm, trailed closely behind, their armor clanking with each hurried step. Ryam Redwyne, a seasoned warrior and member of the Kingsguard, watched with amusement as the game unfolded before him, the gleeful laughter of the children echoing off the towering walls of the fortress. It was a moment of carefree joy in a world fraught with danger and uncertainty, a fleeting respite from the weighty burdens of royal duty.

As Ryam stood behind Prince Aenar, he couldn't help but chuckle slightly as the young prince leaned in to whisper something in Princess Rhaenyra's ear. The princess's delicate features lit up with a smile as she giggled, her sweet laughter echoing throughout the castle's grand halls. The sound of her laughter was like a melody that filled the air, adding to the already vibrant atmosphere of the bustling gathering. Ryam couldn't help but feel a sense of joy as he watched the young prince and princess interact, their playful banter a reminder of the innocence and beauty that still existed in the midst of the chaos that surrounded them.

Princess Rhaenyra giggled at whatever Aenar told her. Ryam Redwyne still couldn't believe King Jaehaerys wanted him to guard the young Prince. He mainly had guarded the King, so why change now?

Ryam found himself in the grand throne room, where the old king - a man of great wisdom and experience - sat on his throne, radiating an aura of authority and grace. As he noticed Ryam's presence, the king's lips curved into a gentle smile, indicating that he was pleased to see him. "Your grace, you called for me?" Ryam asked, his voice respectful and measured as he bowed respectfully to the monarch. Despite his advanced age, the king's eyes still held the same spark of intelligence and astuteness that Ryam had always admired. However, as he gazed into the king's eyes, Ryam detected a glimmer of sadness that seemed to linger there, casting a shadow over the otherwise regal and dignified countenance of the monarch.

"Indeed I did. Ser Ryam, you have served my family for so long, and I'm grateful for all the years you served House Targaryen." King Jaehaerys spoke slowly due to his old age, and Ryam felt pride. To be praised by the king himself was the highest honor for a kingsguard, but Ryam couldn't help but wonder where the King was going with this.

As Ryam stood before the King. When the King motioned for Ryam to rise from his bow, he wasted no time responding respectfully, "It was my honor, my King." However, despite being given permission to lift his head, Ryam couldn't bring himself to meet the King's gaze directly. He knew that to do so would be a sign of disrespect, even if it was unintentional. Instead, he kept his gaze lowered, his eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of the rug beneath his feet.

"Ryam, I have known you for a long time, and we both know I don't have that much left." The King started before coughing; Ryam was ready to call the maester when the King motioned for him not to move from his place.