In Dorne
In the audience hall of Dorne's palace, Naerys and Aemon sat before Prince Trystane and his brother, Doran, eager to share the news from King's Landing. Prince Trystane regarded them seriously, while Doran appeared more contemplative.
"The situation in King's Landing is urgent. Our grandfather, King Viserys, has passed away," Naerys began, her voice steady but filled with concern.
"I am deeply sorry to hear that. Please, go on," Prince Trystane responded, his face softening slightly.
"There has been a coup. Aegon was crowned king, but it wasn't done fairly. My mother, Daenys, should be the rightful heir," Aemon continued, his tone frustrated.
"I see. And how can we assist you?" Doran asked, leaning forward, his interest clearly piqued.
"We need Dorne's support. It's only in case war breaks out. If Dorne joins us, we can fight for justice," Naerys explained, her eyes meeting those of the two Dornish princes.
"We will consider your request. Dorne is no stranger to political strife. We will do what is necessary to ensure that justice is served," Prince Trystane assured, his expression resolute.
"Our relationship with your mother, Daenys, goes back a long way. If she needs our help, she can count on it. We will be vigilant and ready to act if the time comes," Doran added, his contemplative demeanor giving way to firm resolve.
"That means a lot to us. We will keep you informed of any developments. Unity is our greatest strength in these uncertain times," Naerys acknowledged, relief evident in her voice.
"I couldn't agree more. We of Dorne will stand by your mother in her time of need," Prince Trystane affirmed, his gaze lingering on Naerys as he spoke.
Naerys turned to Aemon. "We should head back home. They'll need us," she said confidently, and her brother nodded in agreement. Her eyes briefly met Trystane's, who smiled warmly at her.
"Perhaps we can make this alliance even more advantageous with a marriage between our houses," Trystane teased, his tone playful as his gaze remained fixed on Naerys.
"Are you flirting with my sister right in front of me?" Aemon asked with a mock frown, causing everyone to laugh.
"Well, that's a conversation for another time. But if someone is brave enough, they should ask my mother directly," Naerys teased back, giving a knowing look to the prince. "Come on, Mon, we have to get back as soon as possible. Thank you for your hospitality, princes of Dorne," she said, before waving and pulling her brother along toward their quarters to gather their belongings and set off for their dragons.
In the Eyrie
Meanwhile, in the Eyrie, Valyra and Daeron sat before Jane Arryn, voicing their concerns.
"The situation in King's Landing is tense. My father, King Viserys, has passed away, and now..." Daeron began but trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"...and now your brother Aegon has been crowned king. I understand," Jane interjected, her expression unreadable.
"It wasn't a fair coronation. My mother, Daenys, should have been the rightful heir," Valyra added, her voice firm.
"I understand your position. The Eyrie values justice. I will consider your request and take the appropriate steps to ensure that the interests of my cousin and Winterfell are protected. I could not support anyone else. Daenys has always been helpful and familiar to me, unlike her sister, Rhaenyra. Daenys spent much time here in the Vale, and you, Valyra, are my successor," Jane remarked, smiling warmly.
"Thank you, cousin," Valyra replied with a small but appreciative smile.
"You've already spent enough time here after receiving those letters. I think it's best for you to take your dragons and fly to Winterfell. Your mother must be worried and anxious," Jane suggested kindly, affectionately ruffling both Valyra and Daeron's hair.
Time Skip – Back in Winterfell
The dragons of Naerys and Aemon soared through the skies on their journey from Dorne to Winterfell, the cold winter winds contrasting sharply with the warmth of the southern lands they had left behind. Meanwhile, Valyra and Daeron flew from the Eyrie toward the North, their dragons cutting across vast distances at an impressive pace.
As the sun began to set, the four dragons hovered above Winterfell, carrying with them their riders and the hopes of securing alliances in these turbulent times. The eyes of the onlookers below lifted to the skies, awestruck by the magnificent sight of the winged beasts.
Landing in a designated area, Naerys, Aemon, Valyra, and Daeron were greeted by Daenys and Cregan, along with a host of servants waiting to attend to their mounts. The siblings embraced Daenys and Cregan, eager to share the news of their journeys and the political negotiations they had conducted.
"We're back, mother, father!" Naerys exclaimed, her excitement evident as she hurried forward to embrace Daenys.
"I'm so glad you've returned safely. How was the journey?" Daenys asked with a warm smile, wrapping her arms around her daughter.
"Long, but fruitful. We've secured Dorne's support," Aemon replied, his voice filled with satisfaction.
"And Jane Arryn is on our side too," Valyra added, her tone equally proud.
"We're ready to back Daenys in the fight for the throne," Daeron declared, his eyes burning with determination.
Daenys smiled, a comforting warmth spreading through her heart as she looked upon her children, united in support of her cause. With the backing of Dorne and the Eyrie, they were now one step closer to restoring justice and securing the rightful claim to the throne.
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