Ser steffon waited for death or glory as the dragon trainers sung out in a language he couldn't understand and waited for the dragon to emerge. To choose him. To pick him.
"Pick me. Choose me. Love me!" Katya declared.
"Daddy picks you to go far away from here." Vaera countered. "Im watching steffon burn to ash."
"Yes very Optimistic Vaera." Jace agreed.
"Slow slow calm," the dragon keepers said in high valyrian
"Gods," steffon whispered.
"Fuck yeah be scared." Vaera agreed.
"Are you not sad your fathers dragon is being claimed by someone else?" Danika questioned
"I guess i didnt think about it like that." Jace admitted. "
" whether we win or we lose, I say we have pie I saw them making apple pie." Danika added
" I requested cookies, the size of my head." Vaera countered
" I saw an apple pie." Danika countered
"Calm seasmoke!" The dragon masters begged "obey!"
"Do not show fear, they can smell fear!" Vaera shouted.
"Rybas!"
"Obey." He repeated. "Serve me." Steffon demanded and he gave a low bow. Steffon hesitated as seasmoke lay his long neck in submission.
" didn't think he had it in him, " vaera shrugged. This was boring. Now that he had claimed a dragon she would tolerate freshly baked apple pie while she demanded that the giant cookies were being prepared Steffon took slow and unsteady steps forward the saddle in sight seasmoke locked eyed with him
"Ive done it." Steffon decided stepping closer with more confidence only for seasmoke to raise his head and fill the cave with fire burning steffon to a crisp. Vaeras jaw dropped. Avalon pulled her daughters back.
"Mother!" Jace begged pulling Rhaenyra back his hand still linked with danikas.
" at least we have pie." Vaera mumbled. They each stabbed their forks into a corner of the pie. Avalon pulled caramel coated apple from the center as danika and jace tapped forks together in the pan. Not another word was spoken about what could've been.
"Seasmoke has fled Dragonstone, and Ser Steffon was a valiant knight. Most regrettable, if, perhaps, foreseeable." Bartimos went on. "I myself, if you recall, was in favor of treating with Lord Mooton to march on Rook's Rest. A more conventional approach, true, not as sensational. And, uh, his... his numbers were few, but we may yet retake..." she turned to him and slapped him in the face.
"It is my fault, I think, that you have forgotten to fear me." Rhaenyra hissed.
" any word from your uncle?"
" thetraitorous bastard." Aegon hissed. " he probably claimed harrenhal for himself!"
" or maybe he is handling his brother and claiming a victory." Alicent offered hopefully.
" or when cole gets burnt piece of land, he will bring me my uncles head for being a traitor."
"It was a bold attempt. I admire you for it." Jace remarked meeting rhaenyra on the balcony. "They say you struck Lord Bartimos today in view of the staff and guard." he added.
" wish I could've seen it, but we were eating pie... in honor of the life that was lost..." vaera added. " if you would excuse me...." she added, taking slow steps out of the room. " I'm gonna go see where they're at with my cookies."
"He's lucky I did not have his tongue." Rhaenyra countered. " glad to see everyone knows..."
"And what did he say that was so deserving?" Jace pondered leaning against the railing as well.
"I have tired of being protected... Jace." Rhaenyra remarked. "I bring to mind too much their mothers or their daughters. They must see in me a ruler. And the symbols of authority are not jewels and gowns, but the shield and the sword." Rhaenyra demanded.
"My ruler is my mother." Jace countered. "And I do not wish it otherwise." He admitted. "Will you lead us to war yourself?"
" you know that your niece is going to request you to fly into battle and risk your precious life." Larys remarked.
" I know... I'm still trying to decide if we can come to some sort of..."
" peace treaty? Unfortunately, I think it's past that when your brother hired men to kill infants." Larys countered
" whispers, have you heard from the capital? Do I even want to know?"
" I don't think you wanna know. Aemond is in control and he is a dictator. He is a changed man since we last saw him and he wants to be king."
" wonderful so he's just like my brother." Avalon agreed.
" speaking of brothers have you heard from yours?"
" to fly is something I think we all crave." Alys remarked.
" I'm sure you fly all the time being a barn owl."
" I'm regretting telling you that." Alys teased.
" is this your first time flying?"
" it is." She agreed
" I'm glad I could be your first. I wonder what other first I am for you... first Prince?" She nodded. "First-" she kissed him.
" I have always wanted to go to dorne. The edge of the world. Where the sun meets the horizon." Alys told him
"Harrenhal is too dreary for you. Why do you stay?"
" it's the only place I've ever known." Alys countered
" it's always the only place you ever know until you go somewhere new." Taelon countered.
"We may marshal the strength of the Vale, Maidenpool, and all our allies besides. We will still never match the strength of the Green armies." Jace countered. "We need Daemon and his dragon." He added. Rhaenyra hated that. " Avalon and mouse will help. Danika and vaera want to help too!"
"May I be free for even one hour of the constant refrain of Daemon, Daemon, Daemon..."
" Your Grace. Lord Larys...." Lorent remarked.
"My queen, our gift is sent."
"What gift?" Jace countered.
"Thank you lord larys... I hate to admit that I didn't like you at first, but you have proven to be a loyal ally."
" I would do anything to keep my wife and children safe. Ending this war and getting you on the throne does that." Larys assured. "Let us hope for clouds over the Blackwater tonight."
"Brother."
" Daemon, she's gone." Viserys sobbed out over aemma's corpse.
"I'm sorry." Daemon whispered. "You needed me." he added. "I'm here now." Daemon assured holding his brother. "I'm here now."
"Daemon." Would taelon rather be with alys in the clouds? Of course. But alys said after this war. If they both survived she wanted to go to dorne with him and he could be her first there too. "Daemon?" Daemon startled back into consciousness.
"Taelon?"
" Simon just told me Lord Grover is dead." Taelon informed him daemon seemed confused "... the old man. The grandfather of Young Oscar Tully. Oscar is now Lord Paramount of the Riverlands."
"What was the manner of Lord Grover's passing?"
"I don't know he was old or something." Taelon shrugged. "Apparently Riverrun's maesters had been at their wits' end. Alys you know alys. My alys-"
"Taelon." Daemo growled
"Well, she volunteered her renowned skills." Taelon offered. "She plied her craft, but... there was naught more to be done."
" since when do you use words like naught?"
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Last Man Standing / Jacaerys Velaryon / Alys Rivers / Taelon Targaryen
FanfictionJace wanted control of his own life. To be seen as a man. Alys wanted a man that didnt fall for her tricks. One brave enough to take action. 🐉 "You are written in the stars. You are a masterpiece." 🗡️ most characters belong to grrm any mature c...
