𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐗𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄, 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒
Aelxys Blackblade a boy made King of all seas, known as the pirate of waves and thief of triarchy. Born to a Kingdom that was missed and not Conquered by King...
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𝐈𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 and soon the warm weather's of the south would emerge until the next cool seasons. The castle of the Targaryen's had bustled with various of stressed noises, the servants had rushed back and forward making sure everything was in its proper place. To what occasion does this happen? Well it was nearing the second wedding of their King. Aelxys just looked from the balcony of his chambers, he shook his head every time. This was no occasion to celebrate, and he was sure some agreed with him.
House Stark and House Glover, certainly would.
For it was their family and the blood of their long ally as well, that was hurt by Viserys and Alicent. When news had reached that his nephew was betrayed by the girl he loved with Viserys, Lord Rickon Stark was enraged and his wife Lady Glover no better than he. They cared for their nephews and niece as if they were one of their own, and seeing them or just one hurt, angered them.
But Lord Rickon knew better than speak out his true words, for they would be counted as treasonous. The North would not fight anyone —— just yet.
"Good morrow prince Aelxys." A young voice broke Aelxys away from his thoughts, he looked over his shoulder and saw a young maid standing with Alyn.
"Good day to you—"
"Nyla, my prince." The girl bowed stating her name.
"Nyla. What is needed?" Aelxys stepped back inside his chambers waiting for the younger girl to speak.
"The King wishes to speak to you. He waits in the council room."
The Prince shook his head with small laughter. It was unbelievable. He sent Nyla a small smile assuring her that it was not her he was laughing about, "Tell your king that I have no desire to speak with him, and he can die like the cunt he is."
The maids eyes widened at his words, "Prince Aelxys I couldn't, the King——"
"Then you may say that you couldn't find me, good day to you Nyla." Aelxys shrugged looking at Alyn to kindly guide her our of the room. He slumped himself on the chair near the lit fireplace running an irratible hand over his face, groaning in annoyance.
"Well afternoon so far, prince Aelxys?" Ser Alyn teased earning a glare from his protectee.
"It has gotten worse just now. The color green has grown a deep irratible within me, I can't stand the sight of that wretched color." Aelxys shuddered in disgust at the even small thought of the color.
