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"When will you be leaving?" •
Laenor Velaryon was many things. A son, a brother, a father, a fighter, and a lover.
The day he met Elaina Hightower was when he was just a little boy. She had been asked by his mother to help take care of him and his sister Laena.
As the years gone by, the trio had developed a sibling like relationship. The Velaryon twins being at Driftmark, while Elaina in Kingslanding taking care of her sister, the princess, and the Queen.
Laenor adored Elaina, and viewed her as someone with a kind heart. As he grew older, the boy saw her more as a mother since his own mother had been busy running Driftmark while his father had been off to war or in the counsel of the king.
Laenor remembered the times Elaina would sail back and forth from Kingslanding to Driftmark just to take care of him and Laena.
"Lanie...Do you think I'll marry a noble lady? Someone just as kind and beautiful as you?" Laenor whispered, looking up at a newly teenage Elaina.
Elaina smiled softly, as a small blush adorned her face at his words.
"I know one day, you will marry whoever your heart chooses. I'll be there cheering you on, no matter who is it,"
Laenor smiled at the memory, chuckle quietly to himself as he realized what Elaina meant. She's always known, and she's accepted him since the beginning.
Now, Laenor Velaryon, half way close to his father's age. The man, stared down at his mother who laid peacefully in bed. Her eyes closed as if she was merely sleeping, when in reality she had let the Gods choose if they wanted her to live.
Laenor harshly gulped to prevent himself from crying out. His hand holding hers, holding it with so much care.
"Mother..." Laenor whispered regretfully. His eyes soaking with tears.
Daeron say across from him, sitting on the bed next to his mother and holding her hand.
Daeron's face remained neutral, not an ounce of emtion was seen. To those who don't know him, but to those that do can see through his eyes that the young prince held burn rage inside him.
Laenor and Daeron despite already grieving for their mother, knew that revenge would be sweet on their tongues.
Rhaenyra and Daemon would be forced to bend the knee, and beg for their lives as Elaina's sacrifice and love would be shown through her children.
Daeron only hoped that if their mother finally rests, she would be proud of what he's done.
"I will bring you, Daemon Targaryen's head...and I will make sure Rhaenyra bleeds out slowly for the many sins she has committed against you, and our family," Daeron whispered, his attention unmoving from his mother's.
