Dance of The Dragonwolf

A Prince and A Princess

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Chapter 37 (A Prince and A Princess), Chapter 38 (A Tourney of Sacrifice), Chapter 39 (Words are like an Arrow), Chapter 40 (Viserys's Decision), Chapter 41 (Aenar's Answer), Chapter 42 (You Will Doom Us All), Chapter 43 (The First Cry of War), Chapter 44 (Revenge is a dish best served Cold), Chapter 45 (Dragons and Snakes), Chapter 46 ('You are not Loved'), Chapter 47 (Rhaenyra's Rage), Chapter 48 (Spread your Wings), Chapter 49 (A Falling Dragon), Chapter 50 (Even Eyes Can Lie), and Chapter 51 (A Crying Dragon) are already available for  Patrons.

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"There are two kinds of Love in this World: A love of Joy... and A love of Agony." - Lady Oscar.

"You can stand up. Is not the end of the world that you didn't recognize me." Aenar said casually. The man stood up, showing relief on his face, but he was still quite shocked.

"What is your name, good knight?" Aenar questioned.

"Ser Criston Cole, your Grace." Aenar almost stiffened upon hearing that name; it took a lot from him not to try to make any comment toward him. The man before him would eventually crown Aegon Targaryen the Second as King of Westeros, the Kingmaker, as many called him.

He remembered Ser Jaime mentioned him a few times when he spoke of Kingsguards that were a shame to the White Book of Kingsguards; his name was always brought up, his and Lucamore Strong, who married three wives and fathered many children while he was a Kingsguard.

Aenar remembered Ser Ryam mentioning that he had never felt greater shame than when Lucamore confessed what he had done, breaking his vows. His punishment. His brothers of the Kingsguard gelded him before being sent to the Wall. Queen Alysanne then annulled the three marriages, the children became bastards, and the King and Queen warned his three wives. While they hadn't known about the existence of the other two, they still knew that Ser Lucamore had been a kingsguard and therefore had no right to marry.

"Criston Cole, you seem to be in good shape. Are you a good fighter?" Aenar questioned as he sheathed his Valyrian steel dagger. The man looked shocked, in a good way, that a Prince was willing to talk with him.

"I believe I am ready, your grace, Lord Dondarrion, trained me personally." The man answered with a smile of self-pride; he looked quite nervous now, no longer how he talked before Aenar told him who he was, his eyes looking at the ground.

"There's no need for this, good ser. You can talk to me as if I was just an ordinary knight, tell me, have you ever fought a real battle?" Aenar questioned as he leaned against the column nearby; the man looked relieved by what he heard, now looking up at Aenar once again, but still not directly at his eyes as a sign of respect.

"Yes, your grace. I fought as a footsoldier in border conflicts with Dorne." Criston answered; Aenar nodded along; he already knew that, but there was no harm in learning more about Criston Cole; despite taking Aegon's side in the Dance, he was still one of the Best Kingsguards when it came to fighting, from what he remembered that he read in the books about the Dance, it was said that Rhaenyra tried to seduce him, but Criston refused her, but another version spoke that it was Criston who had fallen in love with the Princess, Aenar didn't know which version was the truth, but it didn't really matter anymore.

"A footsoldier; I heard that Dornish are very good with Spears," Aenar commented, and the knight chuckled almost mockingly.

"They are good as fighters as they are good at running away. Their poison is what truly frightened me during the night. Lord Dondarrion said they are like snakes. Their teeth are what you should fear-" Criston then went on and told him more about the fights he had fought; looking a little proud of himself, Aenar couldn't really blame him. For many people, the first fight is the last one, and Criston was still alive to tell the tale and didn't seem like someone suffering mentally, but one thing he knew, all it takes is bad luck, and one would die like the rest.