ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 | 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃

05

*I will do a time skip of eight years instead of six*

Cerys sat with Joffery in the grand hall, their eyes occasionally drifting towards Jace, who was struggling with the complex pronunciations of High Valyrian. Despite Cerys's being the princess's haindmaiden, Cerys was considered family. Still,  her humble nature made her often reluctant to accept such a status. 

Her attention shifted to Rhaenyra entering the hall, her hand gently caressing her belly, due to her pregnancy. Cerys continued reading to Joffery, as the princess aided the prince in perfecting the language which was still foreign to him. 

"You still have plenty of time to study" 

She reassured her son, her tone soft and soothing. She hoped that Jace wouldn't feel so burdened to learn a language so quickly. 

Rhaenyra turned to Cerys, hoping for additional support. 

"Isn't that correct, Cerys"

Rhaenyra asked, her eyes slightly widening at Cerys, demanding support for her claim. Cerys looked up, watching both her nephew and the princess awaiting her answer. 

"Yes, your grace" 

She replied, standing up and undusting the dust that clung to the bottom of her gown. 

"But Cerys can pronounce the language better than I!" 

Jace protested, displaying his frustration.

"That's only because of the amount of times I've helped you, Jace, Jace." 

Cerys calmly stated as she made her way to the table. 

"But you shall not worry, I'll continue to help you until you perfect it." 

She looked into her nephew's eyes, hoping her words ceased his anxiousness. 

"Besides, I heard through the other maidens that Aegon cannot speak High Valyrian" 

Cerys whispered, mocking Alicent Hightower's eldest son. 

This made Jace smile, as Cerys giggled. 

"Enough from the both of you! It's not modest to mock others." 

Rhaenyra admonished, but she couldn't maintain her composure and broke into a smile herself.

Before they could continue, Daemon strode into the hall, a dreadful expression on his face. 

"Leave us." 

Rhaenyra ordered, her voice firm; as everyone in the hall obeyed.  

"Joffery, Come" 

Cerys said politely, guiding both her nephews out of the hall. She escorted them to their rooms, dropping Jace off, last. As Cerys was close to shutting the door, Jace spoke out. 

"Do you really believe I am fit to be a king?" 

He asked, looking at her for an honest reply. 

"Of course Jace." 

She replied, sincerely. 

"You are an intelligent young man, do not feel discouraged" 

She reassured, smiling at him before gently closing his door. 

Cerys was exhausted after a day of teaching and craved a few moments of peace before it would be interrupted. She walked into her large room, which was adorned with a closet full of gowns, most of which she never had a chance to wear. She had her very own table, seating area, and bed similar to Jace's and Luke's. All of them are intricately decorated with foreign beads and gems.