Crowned Stag (rhaenyra targaryen x male oc)

Wedding Feast and Tourneys

Mason arrived home after a week and a half of traveling. His children and wife were restless—and so was he. He would soon have to get back on the road to King's Landing for Rhaenyra's wedding.

The doors to the Round Hall opened as Boremund greeted his son and his granddaughters.

"My beautiful girls," Boremund laughed as the girls burst into their grandfather's arms. "I had the cooks prepare all your favorites for supper. Ser Roland will escort you to your chambers so you can get ready."

Cassandra giggled as Maris gave Boremund a big smile.

Ser Roland nods at his lord's command, "With me, my ladies." and Mason gestured to Celia to follow them. Cassandra and Maris walked alongside Ser Roland, their excitement barely contained. Mason watched them disappear down the corridor before turning back to his father.

Elenda and one of her other ladies in waiting, Isabel, helped her with Ellyn.

"How was the White Harbor?" Boremund asked as he patted his son's shoulder.

"Cold," Mason answered as he turned and grabbed Elenda's arm, holding her. "Frankly, I do not know how you managed to stay there for six months to beg for Mother's hand."

"Is that what old Manderly told you?" Boremund said, chuckling and crossed his arms.

"I believe every word," Mason smiled as he turned to Elenda. 

Boremund glanced at her and back at his son, "I have made arrangements for the trip to King's Landing—formal garments and all." He turned to Mason's wife, "I can have more arrangements be made if you wish to stay, my lady. Have you comfortable and safe."

Elenda shook her head gently, her eyes warm but firm. "Thank you, my lord, but I will accompany you and Mason to King's Landing. I wouldn't miss the Princess Rhaenyra's wedding for the world."

Mason gave her a thin smile.

"What about the girls?" Boremund asks Mason and he shakes his head.

"Cassandra and Maris will stay—but Ellyn is still breastfeeding," Mason informs him and his father raised his brows. The young Baratheon awkwardly shifts but it reminded Boremund that his son always took care of his wife and knew of her needs/wants.

"I dismissed the wet nurses," Elenda adds, "I prefer to care for Ellyn myself, especially during such a long journey."

Boremund nodded approvingly. "We'll ensure everything is in place for your comfort and Ellyn's."

Mason squeezed Elenda's hand. "Thank you, Father."

Boremund gives them a smile. "Now, let us retire to the hall and enjoy the feast."

Mace nods and follows after his father—Maester Devan approaches the young Baratheon, pulling him and Elenda aside.

"May I speak with you, ser?"

"Of course," Mason said as he and Elenda stepped aside with the maester.

"Is everything alright?" Mace asks as Devan lets out an exhausted breath.

"The Lord Boremund has had issues with his memory," He informs them.

"Has it gotten worse?" Mason sighed, a frown creasing his brow. "What sort of issues?"

Maester Devan glanced around to ensure their privacy before continuing. "He forgets recent events, conversations, even the names of some of the household. It has been getting worse over the past few months."