I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me...
In which Jacaerys Velaryon is doing everything he can to avenge his brother Luke and insure his mother's seat on the iron throne.
"Violet Smitherman. Her house is barbaric and so is she. She's...
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Violet Smitherman was an inferno, mass of red locs with fiery red eyes to match. And the flames of her fury could not be doused much to her elder brother Vaylen's despair. He wished terribly that their father Vaximus would return from his hunt soon. "Violet please enough of this madness, your betrothed is surely on his way do you really want his first impression of you to be so poor", he questioned. That notion sounded ridiculous to even him, he knew if he didn't about care what some bastard prince all the way from Dragonstone thought his ill tempered sister surely wouldn't either.
"What a nightmare what a scheme, what a fucking stab to the back, to the heart even", Violet screamed at the top of her lungs, slashing another armored guard with Oathbreaker. If that prince knows what's good for him he'll turn tail and run the second he sees this shit show. The shit show in question being Violet, or Heavans Angel smashing everything in their dining hall to bits, along with sparring with the guards that she had ordered to strike at her when she wasn't looking.
"Father is going to lock you right back up in that tower for this sister. He doesn't dally about his decor and you know it", he said reaching for the expensive vase Violet had thrown but of course he had missed, the sound of the obsidian breaking made him want to wretch. Violet knew exactly how to hurt someone physically, emotionally and her favorite mentally. She knew that she would be punished for this but she didn't care, this was her father's punishment. The Great Room was their father's most prized possession, it took him years to decorate it so beautifully, the amount of gold, jewels and even blood it took to make it just the way he wanted would go down in history.
"Good I rather be locked up for the rest of my days than to marry some Targaryen prick", she shouted with another slash that sent a guard crashing to the floor. Where is father? Where is that prince, he was supposed to be here hours ago, Vaylen thought noticing the setting suns rays pouring through the many windows in the room.
Violet stopped her raging but only to drink yet another goblet of wine then went back to it. Not only was she in a crazed state she was also well on her way to being drunk a bad combination for everyone.
~.~.~.~ Jace Pov:
"What in the seven hells has my mother gotten me into", I say to myself a trickle of fear snaking itself around me. This palace if you could even call it that was atrocious and to no surprise barbaric. I could practically feel the evil secreting from its doors. Vermax and I hadn't even landed yet but from my view a few feet above the palace I could see all that I needed to. Rotting bodies in all different phases of decay were littered about the walls of the palace. The whole thing was built out of an inky glass like substance and human skulls.
From Vermax's uneasy croak I could tell he didn't like the sight of it either. "Some jest it is to call this place Heaven", I say to Vermax. But it didn't matter we'd came all this way, faced the worst storm we'd ever come across to get here we couldn't turn back not now. Not with so much people depending on us. At the very least we could stay for the night and fill our bellies. The palace reflected the setting sun's rays and though I hated to admit, it was in a strange grotesque way beautiful. "Definitely something one wouldnt forget", I grumble.
With haste Vermax and I land and the second we touch ground we are seized by men and women, their armor made from the same glass substance that The Heavans was made out of. Could these people be any stranger? "State your name and purpose", a man with long sandy blonde hair and green eyes shouted. He had the aura of a person that was entitled, calculated and rash he reminded me of the kinslayer. It took everything in me not to command Vermax to burn him to ashes. That quite literally would be my death sentence as I had seen a magnificent, terrifying white dragon circling the palace earlier, I assumed was Morningstar.
"Prince Jacaerys Velaryon of house Targaryen, heir to the iron throne. And I've come to make Violet Smitherman my wife".
Julian Pov:
Wife? My Violet was to be married? Married to someone other than myself? This visitor that had the palace a buzz for days, The Bastard of Dragonstone was to be her husband? This was blasphemy an abomination, on what grounds did this Jacaerys Velaryon have to command the hand of Heavans Angel? "On whose authority", I shout, my hand gripping the hilt of my sword. Not that a sword would do much against a dragon, but there was always Morningstar who I knew was watching this whole affair high up into the clouds. "On my mother's, the queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and your Vaximus Smitherman", the boy prince stated after he climbed off his winged beast.
Vaximus? Of course he was the one Behind this. Didn't he know that marrying off Violet to a house that was doomed would surely doom ours as well. Did our house words "by ourselves for ourselves" mean nothing to him? What could've possibly possessed him to make such a decision? Besides he hadn't even returned from his hunt yet. I couldn't just let some dragon riding bastard into The Heavans without him being here.
"Where is Violet Smitherman? I wish to marry her at once and get away from this...place", the dark haired boy said clad in traditional Targaryen robes. Red and black, how atrocious can you get, I thought. "Yes we'll see how that goes my prince", I manage to reply. Despite my own personal beliefs, Vaximus had accepted Rhaenyra as heir to the throne years ago and purely out of respect for him I knew I had to treat this boy with some amount of respect and hospitality.
Not to mention the boy was half Targaryen so he was bound to be a bit mad and his dragon that loomed over me was giving me a look I didn't like. "Follow me your highness", I say with a fake smile. The prince narrowed his eyes at me before saying something in high Valyrian to his dragon. Violet wasn't going to like this one bit I bet she's throwing a tantrum right now if she's caught word of this godforsaken news.
Au: another chapter done! Isn't Jace so pookie with his angry brooding self. Feel free to vote and comment!
