༆᯾𑁍 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 ( UNDER EDITING RN ( nothing major just spelling mistakes )
"To that bloodshed, crimson clover. The worst was over. My hand was the one you reached for
All throughout the Great War"
In which Aemond Targar...
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CHAPTER NINE.
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—QUEEN ELAENA stood on the balcony with her mother, Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys.
Queen Rhaenyra had the scrolls in her hands as she looked at her two oldest boys, "It's been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men. And the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps. But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms . . we must answer to their gods. If you take this errand, you go as messengers . . not as warriors. You must take no part in any fighting. Swear it to me now under the eyes of the Seven."
A Knight walked towards them with the Book of the Seven, and Lucerys softly put his hand on it with no hesitation. Elaena knew he held no urge to start a fight, he had always been a sweet boy. He wasn't one to resort to violence, at all.
"I swear it." Lucerys swore, and Rhaenyra sent a glance to her oldest son, who reluctantly followed his brother's movements.
"I swear it." He swore, and the Knight pulled the book away and left the veranda.
"Cregan Stark is close to your age than is mine. I would hope, that as men, you can find some common interest." Rhaenyra handed Jacaerys the scroll, who gladly took it.
"Yes, Your Grace." Jacaerys replied, and Elaena rolled her eyes at him. They had all promised to never call each other by their respective titles, yet here the muppet was, calling their mother by her title.
"Do be sure to mention me, Jace. Cregan can be a stubborn man at times, but family is important to him." Elaena advised her little brother, who looked so much like herself.
Lucerys stepped forward and Elaena swung her arm over his shoulders and squeezed it, assuring him it would be fine, "Storm's End is a short flight from here. You have Baratheon blood from your grandmother, Rhaenys. And . . Lord Borros is an eternally proud man. He will be honoured to host a prince of the realm and his dragon." Rhaenyra said, holding his hand before gently placing the scroll in the palm of his hand.
