𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ★ the house of the dragon.

chapter thirty-three, pools of blood and fear.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒,
- POOLS OF BLOOD AND FEAR -

"Mother, I'm going to faint! Mother, Tylin won't shut up! Mother could you plait my hair? Mother this, Mother that, Mother they keep trying to antagonize me! Mother-"

"How long are you going to critizie and mock Cassian?" Nymeria turned her head to roll her eyes at Cassius. Her half-brother kept stumbling behind her and her mother as they walked across the training grounds and towards the entrance of the castle. "You're getting boring."

The moment they returned from the Dragonpit, they were immediately greeted and bombarded by Cassius' presence that was slowly beginning to feel unwelcomed. He was a constant pain in the rear-end and side.

It was always such a wonder that Nymeria hasn't already demanded that her grandsire send him back to Oldtown.

"I don't know what you mean, little sister." Cassius immediately feigned innocence as he lowered his head and watched his every step. "I would never critize and mock my very own twin. That would be rude."

"Well then, it is quite unfortunate that you're exactly that. Rude." Princess Visenya made no attempt to look back at her former step-son as she blatantly revealed just how she viewed him in comparison to his siblings.

Cassius had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the princess' comment. He was very much aware how he was viewed in comparison to his siblings and he found it hilarious. "I think it's unfortunate that you think so lowly of such a handsome and intelligent person such as myself." He stated as he dramatically brought a hand to his chest and lowered his head.

From beside him, Nymeria laughed at his idiotic words. She always wondered how her half-brother could be so ignorant to his foolishness that it was embarrassing. It was almost admirable just how lacking he was in self-awareness. "You’re not handsome." She huffed with a scoff. "You look like a deformed fish."

Even though some large part of her wanted to laugh out loud, Visenya quickly reminded herself that she was a mature mother, whereas the pair who walked alongside her weren't capable of holding their tongues. "Nymeria."

"I'm just stating the obvious, mother." Nymeria shrugged both of her shoulders in a nonchalant manner, as if the words that escaped her lips weren’t disrespectful or rude in any way. "He has a long horse-looking face."

Before Visenya could even scold her daughter for being rude, Ser Edmyn descended the small fleet of stairs with the utmost seriousness that the man could gather. He offered a few knights whom he passed a short nod of his head as he staggered towards his Princess.

It didn't take long for him to reach her, since she was walking in his direction. "Your Prince husband is back, cousin." He dutifully informed as he looked at the two who walked alongside her. "I caught word that it won't be long until most of his family arrive for the feast."

"Yes, I was well aware of this information." Visenya reached out to give her sworn shields arm a friendly squeeze. "Thank you, Edmyn."

"May I excuse myself, Muña?" Nymeria wondered as she entered the castle and turned to her mother with a small smile. "I would like to get my dress ready."

"I would like to go with her."

When Cassius decided to speak up after Nymeria, Visenya had rolled her eyes. He was a sheep. Of course he was. "Yes you can, my heart." She managed to press a fleeting kiss to her daughter's temple before the girl quickly took off towards Maegor's holdfast. "You can go and look for your brother or sister, Cassius. They're somewhere in the left wing, maybe they're even waiting for you."