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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【 westeros, nine moons later 】
𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍? Is what Ned whines out following his brother, as they rode on their horses side-by-side with the wheelhouse. Aelxys rolled his eyes at his brother's whine, watching as the three firehounds that followed then, had lowered their ears tiredly about hearing Eddard's constant complaints. The only thing that kept Aelxys from throwing Ned off the horse was that they had nearly reached the red keep. However, hearing the laughter coming from inside where Rhaenyra sat inside with Cassian and Jacaerys, along with Lady Kya, and Rhaenyra's new ladies-in-waiting; had gave Aelxys a sense of calmness.
Looking behind him, Ser Lyka Cole, now dressed in the armor of the old flame knights, colors of black and silver metal as the sigil of Moruku was carved proudly. Now he was sworn into the honorable position one could ever know. There was probable tension between the two Cole siblings, since the day Lyka had become part of the brotherhood of Mordun.
Lyka and Criston had not spoken to one another, much less had been in the same proximity. The only time they had been seen close, was during the times of breaking fast, supper, and or during the important meeting between the great councils. The eldest of the two, the sworn protector of the twins soon after he had earned his title, and the other remains the protector of the dragon princess.
Aelxys could not imagine something of such unfortunate issue to reoccur between his himself and his own brothers.
"My sons deserve to know where their mother was born, as it will be Cassian's realm one day to rule after his mother. As much we loath a certain scent." Aelxys said with a grin, Ned marking the same as he laughed.
The sudden small shrieks came from the backs of Hassan and Nyke, the two little hatchlings just awakening from their slumber ontop of the firehounds. They took a short flight as much as their growing wings allowed them to, and they stopped on Aelxys' shoulders, small heads nudging onto his cheek. The green and black hatchlings enjoying the warmth of the father of their riders, his scent one found on the two they had been bonded with.
Ned laughed at the way the hatchlings flapped their wings against Aelxys, his brother's face unamused at the clutter of tiny wings over his head while the dragons playfully fought. "How is it to have two dragonlings who fester over you, dear brother?"
"More the same, I know two already who choose to never leave me in peace." Aelxys muttered remaining unfazed at the dragons barreling over him. His two children, both loving and seeking his attention. As much as he could give them. "Just before we left, I found Jace in the firehound keep, covered in mud head to toe with a pups tail nearly in his mouth." His tone seemed like a tired father—to which he was. His children as they continued to grow became more and more tough to handle, Jacaerys more than Cassian. He loved both his sons with same amounts of love, but he was eternally grateful to have at least one calmer child.
