Dance of The Dragonwolf

The Bitter Harvest

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"Vengeance is a poison that blinds its drinker, consuming the just and unjust alike."

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep hues of purple and indigo. The stars seemed dimmer tonight, as if they, too, mourned the loss that had befallen House Velaryon. The gentle lapping of waves against the shoreline was the only sound that broke the heavy silence that hung over the beach.

Lord Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, stood as still as a statue, his eyes fixed on the spot where his son's coffin had disappeared beneath the waves hours ago. Beside him, Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, his wife and partner in both life and grief, mirrored his stance. Their shoulders, usually proud and straight, were slightly hunched.

Three hours had passed since they had watched Laenor's body sink into the depths of the Narrow Sea, but still, they remained. It was a Velaryon tradition to keep vigil for six hours, watching the sea, hoping the sea would return what it claimed.

The sea was as cruel as it was beautiful, and it never gave back what it claimed.

The sun began to sink towards the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Corlys and Rhaenys stood on the same platform, their eyes fixed on the endless expanse of the Narrow Sea. For six hours, they had maintained their vigil.

As the sixth hour drew to a close, Corlys reached out and gently took Rhaenys's hand in his own. His voice was barely a whisper, cracking with emotion. "It's time, my love."

Rhaenys's shoulders shook slightly as she nodded, unable to speak. Tears glistened in her eyes.

Corlys turned to face the sea once more, his grip on Rhaenys's hand tightening. "Laenor," he began, his voice stronger now but filled with a deep, aching sorrow. "My son. Our brave, beautiful boy."

Rhaenys found her voice, though it trembled with each word. "We... we waited for you, sweetling. We hoped..."

"But now we must say goodbye," Corlys continued, a single tear rolling down his weathered cheek. "You were the best of us, Laenor. Kind, brave, and true."

Rhaenys leaned into her husband, drawing strength from his presence. "I remember the day you first rode Seasmoke," she said, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. "You were so small, but your eyes... they shone with such joy, such wonder."

Corlys nodded, lost in the memory. "You made us proud every day, son. Every single day."

"We love you, Laenor," Rhaenys said, her voice breaking. "We will always love you. And we will see justice done for you, I swear it by the old gods and the new."

Corlys took a deep, shuddering breath. "Rest now, my boy. Sail the endless seas of the afterlife. And know that you are loved, and missed, and remembered."

As the last light faded from the sky, Corlys gently tugged on Rhaenys's hand. "Come, my love. It's time to go inside."

Slowly, reluctantly, they turned away from the sea. But just before they stepped back into High Tide, Rhaenys paused. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the darkening horizon one last time.