THE LADY - Jacaerys Velaryon

xvii. Running

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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R U N N I N G

"DAELLA WHERE ARE you going!" Lucerys screeched when the auburn haired girl had dashed out of the room without another word to him. Her skirts flying behind her, unruly curls whipped in the wind like a horses mane on a gallop.

In truth, she didn't know she had started running until she felt her feet begin the ache in her shoes. So, she did what most would when wearing heeled shoes whilst running. The kicked them off, grinning as she watched one bounce off the castle walls and the other nearly hit a servant in the face.

"I'm terribly sorry!" She rushed out quickly, before carrying on with her journey. The only place she thought she knew he would be would be breaking his fast with his family.

It didn't take long before she found the rest of his family, all crowded outside the door to the dining hall as they mumbled to themselves worriedly. But Daella didn't have time to take in their worry, she had to get the Jacaerys. Fast.

She pursued her feet faster, sprinting towards the family. She could hear Lucerys' haggard breaths behind her, but none of the mattered. She met Rhaenyra first, latching onto the woman, her hands melting onto her shoulder blades and words rapidly tumbling from her mouth.

"Where is Jacaerys?" Demanded Daella, she would face the consequence of mortification later when she realised she spoke to the heir like that. But that was something future her could deal with.

"Er—pardon?" Rhaenyra stuttered, eyes wide at the sight of the wind swept girl before her.

Daella shook her shoulders slightly. "Jacaerys! Where is Jacaerys!" She cried, staring at the woman with pleading eyes.

"I-I Daella what are you—"

"Oh for gods sake, where is your son—"

"He's on the beach." Baela interrupted Daella from practically screaming at Rhaenyra. Daella turned around on her heel to face Baela, staring at her blankly before nodding at her and running off once more, in the direction of the door.

"What on earth just happened?" Rhaenyra questioned when Lucerys finally approached them, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at his mother, face red and mouth wide open.

"She's trying to find Jacaerys." He managed to gasp out before he leant on the wall for support, desperately trying to regain the oxygen he lost whilst chasing the Tyrell girl. "Gods shes fast." He mumbled the himself.

"Perhaps she should try finding her shoes first." Daemon replied, his eyes still on the retreating girl in confusion and concern.

Meanwhile, Daella kept running. She ran and she ran and she ran, she only slowed when she felt her toes blend into the soft feeling of wet sand on her skin. The beach, of course he would be at the beach, he was Velaryon by name, he's connected to the rush of water and the roughness of the sand.

Her eyes searched for him, hoping to catch a glimpse of a curly, brunette mop of hair, or perhaps a see the hilt of his sword thaf was swung around his waist.

But she couldn't find him.

The only thing she could find was the beach. The waves, the sand, the rocks, a dragon—a dragon?