[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...
[Coincides with 'A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms'.]
[A/N: Sorry, Minecraft took over my life for a second there. ;D Also, you better believe I'm rewriting a couple of things. Holy moly.]
Rain awakens alone in her bed the next morning - a cruel outcome considering they should have spent the night together. She wonders how he is. Maybe he never came to their room at all. She's always heard him enter before. He'd lay beside her, hold her close, bury his face in her hair. She sits up, feeling so conflicted at this moment. The servant who comes knocking on her door hurries her thoughts, telling her that her presence is requested in the great hall. It prompts her to dress and hurry downstairs, all the while thinking Jon has sent for her. What does she say to him? None of this is his fault. He's just the product of someone else's decisions.
When she reaches the hall, he is there. However, several other people as well. Seated at the long table are Sansa, Dany and Jon. Several Northern lords are in attendance as well. The wrong thing jumps in to her mind. Does he intend to tell this full room of people who hate Targaryens?
"Rain." Dany calls sternly, her violet eyes full of rage - but not for her. She motions for her to sit on the chair seated between her and Jon. When Rain takes her seat, Jon glances his eyes her way, but does not turn his head. It's like he can't look at her. Hesitantly, Rhaena leans slightly towards him and touches his shoulder as lovingly as she can. He turns his head fully back forward and does not acknowledge her any further. Rain leans back in her seat, hiding her distraught feelings with a calm face so no one may sense something off with the newlywed couple just hours after the wedding.
"What's happening?" She asks Dany, who responds with just a nod of her head towards one of her Unsullied.
"Bring him in." Two Dothraki march in the hall with a man in tow. The man's hair is a darkening gold and he wears dark leathers. The one defining feature that gives him away, however, is the brilliant golden hand fastened tightly over his right hand - or stump.
Jaime Lannister.
Dany stares at him with contempt and Jaime seems to already understand why. Everyone does. The room is tense as everyone remembers the stories written about Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, Oathbreaker. He killed his own king and gave no explanation. He killed Daenerys' father and offers no immediate grovel on his knees or apology. He stares back at her, briefly from her and the other three before going back to her again.
"When I was a child, my brother would tell me a bedtime story about the man who murdered our father." She begins. "The man who stabbed him in the back and cut his throat. Who sat on the Iron Throne and watched as his blood poured on to the floor." Jaime looks down at the floor. "He would tell me other stories, as well, about all the things we would do to that man once we took back the Seven Kingdoms and had him in our grasp."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
He looks at her again with his green eyes, seeing her glare and swallowing hard. Rhaena cannot hear the conversation now, as she finds herself tuning out of it. She stares ahead at the table as Dany speaks angrily, as Jaime does little to defend himself, and as Tyrion involves himself to defend his brother.
Jon is a Targaryen - or, should she say Jaehaerys? She feels just so... speechless. She feels she has no one to talk to about this. She glances sideways to see how if Jon is just as lost as she before she finds her brother and mother, along with the Celtigars, seated in among those gathered. She can see her mother's equal hatred for Jaime in her burning eyes. Rain wonders to herself as Tyrion is seated again and Lady Brienne joins the conversation. She wishes she could just return to her chamber, along with this new revelation, she's been so tired lately. Fatigue will not be good when the dead come. Maybe she can-
"What does the Warden of the North and his Lady have to say about it?"
Rain blinks and is brought back to reality, as calmly as one can be when being pulled from their thoughts. She glances at Dany, who stares curiously back, and at Jon, who keeps his head forward and says only one thing. "We need every man we can get." Rain looks up at Jaime, formulating her recent wonder in to a question.
"I wonder, Ser, did you know my father?" She asks. He seems a bit taken off guard and narrows his eyes in remembrance. "You were both at King's Landing at the same time: during the Rebellion. He was Master of Ships in his short time there." She sees Daemon's eyes in the crowd sadden.
"I believe we met once in passing. He seemed a pleasant man, honorable like Lord Stark. He reminds me of him, now that I think about it." Rain breathes deeply, not straying her eyes from Jaime's.
"Did you have a hand in his murder?"
Jaime's eyes widen slightly and he shakes his head quickly. "Of course not. I did not, nor would I ever have taken part. I believe that was my father's doing." She glances at Brienne by his side and the woman nods, affirming his words are true. Rain lowers her eyes, now clouding with tears.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"We do need more men."
Dany seems disappointed with both of the answers but faces forward again regardless. "Very well." She says and gives a nod to her commander, who returns Jaime's sword back to him with a shove.
With the Kingslayer allowed to stay, to live, they all rise when Daenerys does. They all begin to leave, but Rain looks at Jon, who completely avoids her and Dany's eyes as he hurries off out of sight. The Dragon Queen glances at Rain.
"Are you two alright?" She asks, sounding genuinely curious. She reaches out for her cousin's hands as the hall vacates. "You can always speak to me if you need to."
"Of course." Rain lies. "The dead are nearly upon us. His stress is getting to him, is all." She offers her a reassuring smile before excusing herself. She will leave Jon to himself for the time being. For now, she has something more important to do. She makes her way to the armorers to put in a special request, while also informing them that it shall remain a secret.
