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MAERA AND JACAERYS WENT IN FULL PANIC AFTER FINDING OUT THEIR MOTHER LEFT DRAGONSTONE ON DRAGONBACK. Maera did not know what her mother was thinking flying off without telling her or Jace anything.
But Maera had remembered that her mother, Rhaenrya was the Queen, and did not need permission from her children.
Maera stood in the council room, her hands anxiously on her sword. Jacaerys shared the same look on her face.
"The Queen is unharmed." Ser Lorent stated. Maera's faces flatters in relief. "What of the rider? Do we know who he is?" Lord Corlys asked.
"He appears to be a shipwright in your employ, Lord Hand," The Maester answered. Maera raised a brow. "A commoner." Lord Celtigar scoffed. "With respect to your workers, Lord Corlys, the lowborn cannot go around seizing dragons." He added.
"Had the thief been secure?" He asked. Maera scoffed. "Seasmoke is a feisty dragon, how could he have been able to claim him?" Maera questioned. "That is unknown, Princess."
Maera softly nodded her head. "Her Grace has commanded that he remain here as a guest. She wishes him to be instructed in the art of dragon riding and that I should teach him some High Valyrian." The Maester informs.
"We know nothing about this man, save that he is a lowborn, What say you, Lord Hand?" Lord Cletigar said. Maera rolls her eyes, it's always him who must speak his mind.
"We will await the queen's accounting." Lord Corlys stated, walking towards his chair, "Before we pass judgement."
Jacaerys face remains the same, still angry. "Where is the Queen?" He asked. "Her Grace sends word she will not be attending." The Maester answered. Maera frowns at the answer.
Rhaenrya paced around in the library, while Mysaria watched her. "So he serves you, but not himself. That is lucky." Mysaria said. "Lucky?" Rhaenrya scoffed, staring at her. "Or somehow ordained? Seasmoke chose him. He surely had Targaryen blood in him somewhere."
Rhaenrya looked behind her. "A dragon must sense it, There will be others. We will find riders for Vermithor and Sliverwing." Rhaenrya stated. "You trust this man?" Mysaria asked. Rhaenrya sighed. "What choice do I have? He has a dragon."
"Perhaps." Rhaenrya trails off, walking behind her table, "I looked at it all wrong? I was looking at the wrong blood, it must be stronger." Rhaenrya scanned thru her books.
Mysaria approached Rhaenrya table, "I once worked in a pleasure house, where generations of Targaryen princelings had their revels. There are four score of their bastard progeny at least, that are known to me. There are sure to be more. Perhaps some here, on Dragonstone, the misbegotten offspring of your house." Mysaria informs.
