"Welcome to High Tides, Your Grace. Prince Aenar." Laena bows curtly.
"What is the meaning of this, Lady Laena? Where's your father, he should be here to receive His Grace. Is this how House Velaryon greets its King? "Aenar's voice was slightly raised over the wind, looking over the beautiful young dark skin lady.
"My father has but just returned from his long journey and he has hastened to the Hall of Nine to await Your Grace's arrival." Laena responds striding forward.
Viserys scoffs. "Let's just get on with it." He snapped, storming past them and up the stairs into the castle with Rheanyra and the escorts trailing behind.
Joffrey and Laenor smirks, watching the King, Laena tried not to rolls her eyes, drifting it to the handsome Prince Aenar. The man she's always had a crush on since childhood.
"So I heard....." She peers over him like a hot meal, a snack, licking her lips. "The new Hand of the King." She rasped. "It suits you my Prince. Congratulations."
Aenar hovered over the velaryon, staring down at her blue eyes, and pretty face, then asked. " Is your uncle Vaemond Velaryon inside the castle?"
Laena pouts. "He sailed for Pentos."
Aenar sighs. "Shit! I was hoping to confront the bastard for ruining my marriage." He looked over at the Driftmark castle, then walks away from Laena, and began ascending the stoney steps into the entrance.
The dark skinned girl watches the Hand stride on, and felt like pouncing on him like a prey.
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The King was lead into the main hall of the High Tide, housing the DriftWood throne, there are displays of many artifacts and treasures acquired by Lord Corlys on his voyages, among other exploits.
"Come, cousin. Let us leave the adults alone, and discover what might be had for breakfast." She lead Rheanyra away.
Rounding a corner, King Viserys coughs until she enters the hall of nine.
"Your Grace." Corlys approached the King and bowed.
King Viserys coughs. "Rise, Lord Corlys."
"Be welcome. May I offer you a chair?" The Sea Snake offered as he was interrupted by the doors on the right as all heads turn to see The Queen Who Never Was, dressed in her riding clothes
Cheerfully she greets. "Cousin!..... Aenar." Princess Rheanys goes to hug the new Hand of the King.
"How's Francesa? Elissa and Maekar?
Aenar smiles tightly. "They're well."
"Princess." Viserys half smiles as Rheanys comes to shake him, only to be surprised by his reaction.
The King winced in pain, retreating his hand.
"Are you well?" Rheanys asked.
"Very." Viserys reassures her.
"I congratulate you, Prince Aenar. I can think of no man more suited to be the Hand of the King."
"That is very kind of you to say, Lord Corlys.
His Grace has honored me with the post." Aenar remarks as he went to tables to pour himself a cup of wine.
"Pity about Ser Otto." Corlys japed dryly.
Viserys coughs. "Despite spending most of my days amidst the grandeur of the Red Keep, the halls of High Tide never fail to impress."
"You flatter me, Your Grace. Though I do wish we could meet under happier pretenses." Lord Corlys remarks.
"How so?"
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