tethered by Fate | Lucerys Velaryon | Aemond Targaryen

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I gripped Vaerion’s reins tightly as she let out one of her signature roars—melodic yet commanding, like a haunting song carried on the wind. Her purple wings stretched wide, catching the sun as we descended.

"Ilagon issa hāedar!" I shouted above the sound of her cries, and she obeyed, gliding down gracefully before landing with a soft thud. Her claws dug into the earth as she settled, her gaze fixed on me.

"Good girl," I murmured, patting her snout. "Go back to your stall, alright? I’ll make sure the keepers give you extra goats. You’ve earned them."

Vaerion gave a low, almost approving rumble before spreading her wings and slinking off toward her stable. I watched her go, smiling to myself. No bond could compare to what we shared—it was a connection that felt deeper than words.

A small carriage waited nearby, and I climbed in, exhaustion quickly catching up with me. The thrill of flying always left me drained, and before long, I was drifting off, only to be jolted awake by the abrupt stop of the carriage.

"Oh shi—" I muttered, startled, before catching myself. Stifling a yawn, I stepped out and made my way into the towering halls of the Hightower.

Waiting for me was Lord Ormund Hightower, his expression both stern and amused. “Princess, you really ought to warn us when you go riding. It gives the keepers a fright every time.”

I shrugged, flashing him a cheeky smile. “What can I say, Lord Ormund? Vaerion and I like to keep things interesting. Besides, I couldn’t handle another minute with Maester Greyl. I swear, he’s boring on purpose.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Perhaps. But you know it’s my duty to keep you informed, and there’s something important to discuss. Can we go to the hall?”

His sudden seriousness caught me off guard. “Of course,” I said, following him inside.

We reached the grand hall, where he pulled out a chair for me. I sat as he handed me a letter. “This came from your mother and father.”

I froze, staring at the seal. Letters from Mother were frequent, but Father? That was rare. His ravens came only on my nameday—if he remembered.

Breaking the seal, I began to read.

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To my dearest Daelina,

I miss you more than words can say. The distance between Oldtown and King’s Landing feels far greater than it is, but knowing you are safe with Daeron brings me peace.

Princess Rhaenyra has written to propose a match between you and her son, Lucerys Velaryon, the heir to Driftmark. She claims it would strengthen the bond between our families, though I have my own thoughts on the matter. Still, I want to hear yours.

You are wise beyond your years, my sweet girl, and I trust you will consider what is right—not just for yourself, but for our house.

Write to me soon, Daelina. Whatever path you choose, my love for you will never waver.

Always,
Mother

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My hands trembled slightly as I folded the letter, my heart pounding. Marriage? To Lucerys Velaryon? The thought sent a rush of confusion and dread through me.

“I—uh,” I stammered to Lord Ormund, rising abruptly. “Thank you for delivering this.” Without waiting for his reply, I turned and hurried up the spiraling stairs of the Hightower, my mind spinning with unanswered questions.

The climb, though familiar, felt endless today. I finally reached my chambers and paced the room, clutching the letter.