Chapter XI: FROM THE SEA WE CAME, TO THE SEA WE SHALL RETURN

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-ACT II-

FROM THE SEA WE CAME, TO THE SEA WE SHALL RETURN

283 AC

KING'S LANDING

KING'S LANDING

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"I, Lucerys of House Velaryon...Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark..." his voice was hoarse, raspy and he coughed violently.

Daena offered him a goblet of milk of the poppy to soothe his throat but he shook his head and paused for a moment to collect himself.

"Do declare... that my lands, holdings, and titles...pass to my son and heir...Montford of House Velaryon upon... my death," Lucerys paused again as another hacking cough wracked his body.

The scribe that was present wrote his words down and awaited what the Lord of the Tides would say next.

"I also declare... that my second wife...the Princess Daena of House Targaryen, be given the castle of High Tide... to use for her pleasure until her death," he added, breathing harshly.

The scribe finished his writing then presented the parchment to Lucerys and handed him the inked quill.

He looked up to see Daena standing at his bedside, Grand Maester Pycelle and Lord Symon Staunton who both acted as witnesses to his will.

He signed the parchment and the scribe affixed the Velaryon seal to the page and made the others sign to the integrity of the document before departing.

Lord Staunton left soon after wishing him well and the Grand Maester administered more milk of the poppy.

Only Daena remained. She took the scribe's seat at his bedside.

Lucerys knew it was only a matter of time before death took him, his body was failing him. It caused him great pain to simply breathe and the damned fever continued to plague him.

"You look... exhausted," he commented, his tongue loosening as his mind was addled by the milk of the poppy.

She did look exhausted though. Her long silver hair was curl-less and flat and was not braided in something elaborate that made her look like a Targaryen Queen of old. She wore simple clothes, dark robes and shawls she could wrap herself up in while she read books to him.

Lucerys was almost certain she'd read half the royal library to him, and he noticed that historical texts seemed to be favorites of hers.

"It's alright," she sighed, wrapping her black silk robe further around her. She had dark bags under her eyes from many sleep deprived nights.

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