"Where are they?" Jace questioned. Ulf the white and hugh hammer had been selected by silverwing and vermithor. Jace was furious but his mother was satisfied.
"Vawra scared them off no doubt." Danika mused. Vaera quickly gave her two middle finger with the sweetest of smiles.
"Slacking off no doubt."
" This is more like it, Hugh, don't you think?" Ulf questioned.
" We're meant to be at the training yards learnin' the commands." Hugh countered.
" Yeah, and I will go, but surely they'd not deny me my pleasure after so long. I may never eat fish again." Ulf declared as Jace and danika came in.
"What are you doing here?" Jace demanded marching forward. "Remove your feet from the table."
"Bad second impression." Danika mumbled.
" I'd rather not." Ulf countered.
" Ulf." Hugh demanded.
"Set vaera on them. Shes fiesty." Danika suggested
"It's not up to you... Ulf." Jace agreed.
"Who's it up to then... boy?" Ulf agreed getting up
"He is the prince, Ulf. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon." Hugh remarked. "And princess danika Strong."
"Hiya boys. Feet off the table." Danika instructed
"Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. Right here." Ulf chuckled. "Who'd have thought it? He lives here." Ulf chuckled.
"This is our home. You are silverwings bitch." Danika added. "Show some respect to your superiors." Hugh bowed his head clearly embarrassed to be associated with him, but they would forever be the bastards that got to claim a dragon
"I'll have an apology from you." Jace marched forward but ulf hugged him.
"Ah! The young prince! And look at that hair. As dark as they say. Let them tell us we don't have Targaryen blood, eh?" Ulf questioned. " and you and your sisters are all said to have dark hair as well.. it's amazing! See Targaryen genes aren't so strong!"
"My mother is the queen and..."
"Dragonriders both. You and I... cut from the same cloth." Ulf declared.
"It is a sacred inheritance of which you know nothing." Jace hissed.
" don't let him bait you, Jace." Danika urged
"Forgive him, my prince." Hugh countered "He is not much used to the manners of court."
"Or any manners at all, I'd say." Jace corrected. "Do you know what has happened this last hour, hm? The so-called prince regent has burned Sharp Point down to its stones. Thousands of its folk dead or lost. Its harbor in ashes." Jace told them. Ulfs smile faded. Jace sas a good leader. Danika knew he wanted nothing more than to punch this man in the face, but he would be regal. "Will you prepare to face such an enemy? Or will you stay here and make yourself easy? If you hinder our efforts through sloth or unreadiness, I will see you hanged, and your body fed to the dogs in the street."
Danika wanted to laugh but it would ruin the moment. The intensity. She remained stern beside her beloved.
"I-I meant no disrespect, my prince." ulf bowed awkwardly to him. Jace turned to them and they bowed again heading back to the pits to resume training.
"I'm going to murder him." Jace decided. Danika smiled kissing his cheek.
"I will provide the blade." She agreed.
"Ah, Your Grace, a word. It seems the sheep on our land has been sold upriver. My vassals have sent a drove of swine instead." the man asked following daemon. "Dragons do eat pigs, I assume?"
"Caraxes prefers them. How goes your muster?" Daemon questioned.
"We'll be ready to march in two days' time."
"See to those pigs." Daemon agreed
"At once, Your Grace."
"Ragnarok feasts on the blood of his enemies!" Taelon called out. "Oh brother... hey i know i havent really bent in one way or the other because- dorne-" he teased. Daemon kept walking. "But i love you guys... is there any way to make it out of this without mass murder?"
"Your Grace... Ser Alfred Broome has come to see you." Simon remarked.
"Interesting." Daemon laughed back. "Taelon. To be continued."
"I am sent as an emissary from the queen, to ascertain your movements and your intentions." Alfred agreed.
"You've arrived just in time to see my new army, Broome." Daemon remarked as he followed Daemon through the halls of harrenhal. "What do you think of it?"
"Tis futile." Alys remarked her hand dragging along taelons back
"Yeah i know but i know what vis would have wanted and it is not war." Taelon turned to her. "I have been thinking i should write to tommen or aemond. Alicent really."
"And say what?"
"I dont know." Taelon admitted. "Give up? Im sorry. Im a coward." He suggested "take your pick."
"Your hesitancy to start a war to presue others wars is not a sign of weakness Taelon. Its the sign of a true king."
"Rhaenyra will chart her own course, for good or ill." Daemon agreed.
"But you are a leader of men." Alfred agreed. "If you declare yourself, your lords will follow you."
"I never took you for a turncloak... Ser Alfred." Daemon remarked staring deadly back at him. Taelon noticed them alone in the courtyard
"What do you think of them?"
"Men will be men," alys answered.
"And me?"
"You are a rare one that all will covet." Alys answered as the breeze blew stronger
"And only you will hold." Taelon assured
"Rhaenyra's intentions are good. But what we need, in this moment... is a king."
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Last Man Standing / Jacaerys Velaryon / Alys Rivers / Taelon Targaryen
Fiksi PenggemarJace 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...
