LAENYS VELARYON, Lady of the Tides, princess of Dragonstone, youngest daughter of Corlys Velaryon-Lord of the Tides-and Rhaenys Targaryen-the Queen Who Never Was.
No one in all the realms believed that Rhaenys was with child when she announced it pu...
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(sexual themes)
The large tent was dimly lit by the flickering light of a few oil lamps, casting long shadows on the canvas walls. The air was thick with tension, the aftermath of the recent attack weighing heavily on everyone present. Laenys stood at the center, her eyes blazing with anger and frustration. Her hand clenched and unclenched at her side, the scent of smoke still lingering in her nostrils.
Cregan stood nearby, his expression serious but calm as he crossed his arms, while Dalton Greyjoy leaned casually against a wooden table, his face smeared with soot and dried blood but wearing a mischievous grin. The tent was filled with murmurs of the men discussing the attack, their voices low and somber.
Laenys paced back and forth, her anger palpable. "This is my fault," she spat, her voice laced with self-reproach. "If I had been awake, I could have prevented this. I should have been more vigilant."
Cregan stepped forward, his voice steady and reassuring. "Laenys, an attack against us was inevitable, given that our personal villain happens to be Prince Regent. Aemond is determined to undermine us at every turn. He has heard of Dalton's allegiance and wants to punish you and us."
Dalton chuckled, his grin widening. "He is more petty than I realized. We lost a small number of our men, but we remain just as strong. However, we cannot stay here. We need to move further into the Westerlands or retreat to the Iron Islands." he explained, causing Laenys to sigh tiredly.
She stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing as she considered Dalton's words. "Even though we are succeeding in our attempts, any more attacks on Greyjoy's men will cause your forces to suffer, Lord Dalton. We cannot afford to lose any more of your men." however, Dalton's grin didn't waver. "This is the cost of war, Princess. We knew the risks when we aided you in this war. I shall escort you back to Dragonstone, but I shall return to the Westerlands. The Ironborn thrive in chaos, and we will make our enemies pay dearly for every inch they take." he spoke sharply, his voice dripped with a coldness.
Laenys took a deep breath, trying to quell the storm of emotions raging within her. "We cannot let Aemond's cowardice dictate our actions. We must be strategic and ensure that we have the upper hand and keep it."
Dalton's eyes gleamed with determination. "And we have the element of surprise... They won't expect us to strike back so soon and with such ferocity. We need to keep them on their toes. I'll make the arrangements for our departure. We'll leave at first light." he spoke before straightening his posture and leaving the tent with a swift movement. Laenys could not shake the stress and anger from the recent battle, however, she knew that this was expected. She turned her head to look over at Cregan who watched her closely.
As she turned on her heel and walked toward the flap of the tent she gave Cregan a small smile, trying to reassure him of her condition.
