[Contains GoT spoilers! This series follows Seasons 2 through 8 of Game of Thrones.] Rhaena Velaryon is the daughter of the late Lord of the Tides, Trysten Velaryon, and of the former Princess of House Targaryen, Visaerya Velaryon. Living on the isl...
Just as they returned, Maester Wolkan informed them of the Lord and Lady Velaryon's impending arrival. They - or, most likely Daemon - sent word they were close. Rhaena seemed anxious and hurried off to change in to something more fitting for a welcome, leaving Jon to give Daenerys a long sigh. She pats his shoulder softly as comfort. He would assume her to be nervous as well. The Lady Visaerya is her aunt after all. And Lord Daemon... If what Rhaena says is true, the lord is Daenerys' bastard brother.
The procession was formed just an hour later when scouts spotted a small party moving through the winter town flying sea green banners. Jon lines himself up between Daenerys and Rhaena, giving his love a wary look. She smiles warmly and watches the rest of the Stark family line themselves beside them. Theirs is a formality. Really no one else needs to be here. It isn't like a King is arriving. Jon breathes out a gust of warm air against the cold.
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The horses begin to trot through the gates, followed very shortly by... five silver topped people? As well as them, a girl with light brown hair cascading down her back. Does Rain have more family than her brother and mother? As he wonders who the others are, the first man to ride through the gates hops quickly off his horse and rushes to Rain. Jon places his hand on Longclaw's hilt, extremely cautious of his actions.
"My Lord-" Rhaena greets the man with a shaggy mop of silver hair before being slammed in to a hug by him. Jon scowls at him though the man - who he has just realized is Daemon - cannot see. Rain raises her arms to begrudgingly hug him back. When her brother parts from her, the man looks to Jon and smiles brightly. A Lordly smile. Though, it's one that Jon does not return. Still, Daemon extends his hand to his sister's betrothed and greets him as the others dismount their horses. Jon does not miss the extremely cold look erupting from the eldest female.
"You must be the King in the North!" Daemon declares heartily. "We missed you on Driftmark. We had expected you to come along with Rain." Jon, upon hearing him use Rhaena's nickname so lovingly, peers down at Daemon's waiting hand without moving an inch of his body. He glares back up at the Lord and, taking the hint, he brushes the side of his trousers awkwardly.
"Warden in the North." Jon corrects him in a dark voice. Rain's brother nods quickly, frightened even. The northerner relishes his fear of him. He should be afraid. He then addresses the Dragon Queen on the other side of Jon.
"A pleasure to meet you, your grace." He tells her. The woman behind him begins to slowly advance to them all, removing her blackened gloves that match her black fur garb.
"I had thought myself the last of my kind. Today is a joyous day, my lord." Daenerys offers them both a bright smile, but only one returns it. Visaerya Velaryon sizes Jon up with her piercing blue-lavender gaze. She seems to be staring directly in to his soul - differently than Bran. This gaze is hateful and burns his skin beneath his furs. The nudge from Rain causes Jon to speak to the woman.
