𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐀 ── house of the dragon

iii | a reason

ACT II — CHAPTER III
A Rᴇᴀsᴏɴ

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Princess,

I am pleased to hear that you will be attending the tourney at Casterly Rock. It is astounding to me that Jason Lannister is throwing such a large event for the birth of his son, but I suppose Lannisters do have the coin to spare.

I will be competing in the tourney, and I intend to ask for your favor after my first victory. With hope, I will be able to secure your title as the Queen of Love and Beauty.

Best regards,
Derron Borrell

It had been a year since Myra met Derron, and they found themselves exchanging letters quite often.

On the other hand, letters between Myra and Aemond were few and far between. While she had been hasty to accept his offer rekindle their friendship, perhaps a bit too much so, Myra was still apprehensive. She knew he was no longer the kind boy she had once loved dearly. Now, he was a young man, who may prove to be every bit as cruel as his brother.

Just as they attended the wedding together, Myra and Jacaeyrs would attend the tournament together. The Princess would continue to look for potential suitors while her brother would spend all his time glaring at Aemond Targaryen.

Even though Lucerys was now deemed an appropriate age to attend social events, he elected not to go to the tournament due to Aemond's presence. Myra claimed that she had heard he would be there from Derron, but the truth was that Aemond had told her himself.

She wasn't sure if she was looking forward to seeing Aemond again. Her sensical part told her that she wasn't. The last time they had spoken, he had been callous toward her. However, another part of her, a more forthright part, counted down every second until she was in his presence again.

In the brief time they were together, Myra found that being around him was intoxicating. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him in the past year they had spent apart, his name still like a song in her head, Aemond, Aemond, Aemond ...

It was growing difficult to keep these thoughts to herself. Myra longed to tell Laisa and Ellena of her plight, if only to get Aemond out of her system, but she knew it was best not to. Gods forbid it somehow got out, and a rumor started that Myra Velaryon could not stop thinking of Aemond Targaryen.

"It is truly terrible timing," Rhaena grumbled as they studied in the library.

Rhaena and Baela were going to be visiting Rhaenys at Driftmark at the same time as the tournament was taking place, so they would not be able to attend.

"There will always be another tournament," Myra told her, flipping the page of her book.

"I was so upset to miss the wedding last year, and a tourney is much more exciting than a wedding," Rhaena sighed, "Truly terrible timing."

"You can always sulk about it with Baela, she would understand your pain more than I," Myra said.

"No, she's off with Jace somewhere. I do not wish to bother them."

"And yet you're fine bothering me?" Myra asked, a teasing smile on her face.

"You put up with my bothering. Baela does not," Rhaena said, tapping her open book repeatedly, "Are you excited to see Derron again?"

Myra shrugged, "I suppose."

"You only suppose?" Rhaena asked, "But you seem so — so giddy whenever you receive a letter from him."