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Returning to the Red Keep left a bitter taste in Jacaerys' mouth.
The tension within their small carriage leading from the Dragonpit was tangible. Lucaerys in particular looked as if he was about to burst into tears at any moment if provoked, glancing out the slats of the carriage in desperate search of a distraction. Vaella, his sweet sister, had not appeared much better with the look of sheer dread spread upon her soft features. In fact, Joffrey was perhaps the only one to appear mildly positive, glancing out the slats to look upon King's Landing. Jace knew full well the cause of their anxiety, with Vaemond's challenge, the three boys' parentage was once again up for debate, for rumor and debasement. A part of Jacaerys had hoped with Laenor's death the rumors would come to a halt, alas he deemed such a thing a childish hope now.
The eldest eyed Vaella concernedly. It was always a difficult pill to swallow when he was unable to assist her in moments like this, moments of anguish, when she'd already done so much to help him in a similar state. By some miracle she'd always be there when he had most required it. Regardless of their conflicts, their falling outs and the typical difficulties that came with growing up: she somehow would be there to lend an ear to listen, or a shoulder to weep upon. Jace had attempted to return the favor, yet all his actions felt menial in comparison to how grateful he indeed was for her presence in his life.
He leaned forwards in the rickety carriage, aiming his words not just at Vaella but his anxious brother as well. "I know it might not seem like it right now, but it will be alright." He began, voice as soft as he could muster when he needed to speak louder than a trundling carriage, "King Viserys has always supported Luke's claim, that's not going to change anytime soon." Perhaps Jace was trying to convince himself too; because deep down he was worried that views would change. From what little his mother had revealed, much of it was hinging upon Rhaenys and her reception of his mother and step-fathe, which was rickety at best; none of that left him comfortable.
The carriage came to a rather jarring halt, the announcement of their arrival indicating they'd reached the Red Keep. Jace sent a silent prayer to the Seven that maybe, just maybe today would not end horrendously, but who was he kidding: he was a Targaryen. He was the first to pull himself out of the carriage, not blind to the quiet sterility of the courtyard. So much for a warm welcomeโฆ Quickly he turned his attention back to the carriage, holding his hand out to Vaella to help her out of the cramped vehicle: "Home not so sweet home, I guessโฆ" He joked, attempting to try and pull at least a small smile on her features, anything to perhaps pull away from the looming dread of the hearing. Perhaps then he too would relax just a little.
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If Lianna had grown to hate something, it was inheritance.
Her feet were borderline dragging as she paced through the Red Keep towards her mother's chambers, perhaps taking one or more detours in their journey. It wasn't due to her disl;iking other mothers of course, nor the responsibility that would fall onto her throughout the day: it was due to how utterly farcical the entire affair seemed. To all attend a hearing on an inheritance which had been decided over a decade ago? It was pointless, and a part of her was sure only one person disagreed with that.
It was not on the way, the chamber Lianna found herself inside, but to her it was necessary. She stepped as quietly as possible through the large room, heels echoing as she approached the gargantuan skull of Balerion, the Black Dread. It had almost become ritual, her small trips down to where the skull was kept when she visited the Red Keep: essential for her to pay respects. After all, to her, the dragon was perhaps one of the main reasons the Targaryen dynasty had even started and led to her standing there. The majesty was never quite lost on her, regardless of the bitter memories that crept at the back of her mind.
When she thought of Balerion, she thought of Meraxes and Vhagar and when she thought of Vhagar: she thought of Aemond Targaryen. Lianna would never admit to a living soul just how often she would lose herself thinking of the male. Yet, to her it made sense, when someone had such a huge impact on your childhood you were bound to think of them often, surely? Yet, it was still more than she desired. They were no longer children, running through the tunnels of the Dragonpit. They were adults: bitter, resentful adults.
A sigh escaped her lips, her movements echoing through the room as she picked up a small piece of wood to light another candle upon the great altar in front of the skull. "Balerion, give me strengthโฆ" She muttered quietly under her breath in prayer, watching as the flames licked at the wood, unbothered by its searing heat.
Lianna stiffened at the sound of footsteps. Often her visits to Balerion's skull were silent, empty, after all it was not common for anyone but a member of the family to visit the skull; the majority not even being permitted entrance to the large chamber. She snuffed out the flame and dropped the wood back onto its place on the altar, turning away from the skull and eyeing the rest of the room in search of the individual. Aemond, unfortunately, was low on the list of people she hoped it was, the stiffness in her shoulders not loosening even when she registered his now chiseled features: "Oh.. It's only youโฆ" She muttered, attempting to appear casual and not innately uncomfortable. Rituals were often personal insights into the soul of an individual, their interruption felt like more than simply a disruption of the silence, it was a disruption of their inner peace.
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The burning came from his sapphire eye. What was suppose to be a peaceful rest turned sour at the tinge of pain that shot through his head steaming from one single source. His eye. The damn eye that was stolen from him all those years ago caused him unbearable torment even in his sleep he found no peace, no quiet; not like there was any in this castle he called home. The peace that flourished in the halls of the Red Keep turned bitter with the thought of what today was to bring; inheritance. What a lovely game to be played. With the Lord of Tides currently in recovery many were astonished at the thought of Vaemond, his brother, bringing the inheritance of the Driftmark throne to light. Aemond wasn't surprised they were being called to court, who was when it was their sister Rhaenyra'sbastard child being called to question. The prince has to applaud the Velaryon male for his boldness in trying to claim what he thought was his. Aemond just couldn't help but think it a bit foolish deep down. He knew it wouldn't change, when does it ever?
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Aemond practically sprints into a sitting position both hands holding his now throbbing head. Damn eye was acting up more than ever and for what? Was it the stress of it all? Why was it affecting him? When did Aemond ever care about a situation for futile then now. Never, in a million years would he find himself in pain thinking about the beings who would soon be walking around the castle... As if right on time, the sound of footsteps resonated outside his room signaling to the prince that someone was outside his door. A solid knock indicated to whom it was. That knock only belonged to one person, his mother. Walking in, she paid no attention to the almost naked prince opening up the blinds the sigh leaving her lips as she does indicating to the frustration she, or rather, they all were feeling. She need not say anything, Aemond already knew what was on her mind. Looking out the window, Aemond quickly realized just how long he was asleep for. Wiping his forehead he draws a knee up, resting his forearm on it. "Tell Ser Criston Cole I won't make it to training." It was sudden, clearly taking his mother by surprise.
"I shall see to it." She gives him a nod closing his door behind her. This visit must be bothering her more than he realized if she came to wake him up personally. No matter. He had a mission on hand, someone to find to be more exact.
After a couple minutes Aemond had finally gotten prepared as he stared in the mirror to fix his eye patch. Once he was in the clear, he took leave from his room wondering the halls for what seemed like forever. Poor maids must have been confused seeing the prince look down the halls as if he was avoiding someone, or more exact, looking for someone. It took him a bit to realize that person wasn't above, but rather below. A tinge of a smirk crossed her lips swiftly walking down the stairs with confidence. Many would think he needed to keep his presence masked when looking for the stranger but he liked the game, he liked the idea of her knowing he knew where she was, and most importantly, that he was joining her.
Seeing the colossal skull of his father's long deceased dragon Balerion Aemond wasn't shocked to see the Lady Lianna Velaryon standing near the skull. A shit eating smirk on his lips. "Seems like we both had the same idea."
The burning came from his sapphire eye. What was suppose to be a peaceful rest turned sour at the tinge of pain that shot through his head steaming from one single source. His eye. The damn eye that was stolen from him all those years ago caused him unbearable torment even in his sleep he found no peace, no quiet; not like there was any in this castle he called home. The peace that flourished in the halls of the Red Keep turned bitter with the thought of what today was to bring; inheritance. What a lovely game to be played. With the Lord of Tides currently in recovery many were astonished at the thought of Vaemond, his brother, bringing the inheritance of the Driftmark throne to light. Aemond wasn't surprised they were being called to court, who was when it was their sister Rhaenyra's
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Aemond practically sprints into a sitting position both hands holding his now throbbing head. Damn eye was acting up more than ever and for what? Was it the stress of it all? Why was it affecting him? When did Aemond ever care about a situation for futile then now. Never, in a million years would he find himself in pain thinking about the beings who would soon be walking around the castle... As if right on time, the sound of footsteps resonated outside his room signaling to the prince that someone was outside his door. A solid knock indicated to whom it was. That knock only belonged to one person, his mother. Walking in, she paid no attention to the almost naked prince opening up the blinds the sigh leaving her lips as she does indicating to the frustration she, or rather, they all were feeling. She need not say anything, Aemond already knew what was on her mind. Looking out the window, Aemond quickly realized just how long he was asleep for. Wiping his forehead he draws a knee up, resting his forearm on it. "Tell Ser Criston Cole I won't make it to training." It was sudden, clearly taking his mother by surprise.
"I shall see to it." She gives him a nod closing his door behind her. This visit must be bothering her more than he realized if she came to wake him up personally. No matter. He had a mission on hand, someone to find to be more exact.
After a couple minutes Aemond had finally gotten prepared as he stared in the mirror to fix his eye patch. Once he was in the clear, he took leave from his room wondering the halls for what seemed like forever. Poor maids must have been confused seeing the prince look down the halls as if he was avoiding someone, or more exact, looking for someone. It took him a bit to realize that person wasn't above, but rather below. A tinge of a smirk crossed her lips swiftly walking down the stairs with confidence. Many would think he needed to keep his presence masked when looking for the stranger but he liked the game, he liked the idea of her knowing he knew where she was, and most importantly, that he was joining her.
Seeing the colossal skull of his father's long deceased dragon Balerion Aemond wasn't shocked to see the Lady Lianna Velaryon standing near the skull. A shit eating smirk on his lips. "Seems like we both had the same idea."
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The betrayal she was feeling was indescribable at best.
Vaella had remembered the sweet moments her and her uncle Vaemond shared when she was living on Driftmark shortly after the funeral for her aunt and very shortly after their father. He had made her feel better about her mother marrying Daemon so soon after along with her cousin, aunt, and grandmother; oh how she was excited to see them again, Despite the excitement of seeing her family once again Vaella wished it was under better circumstances than the inheritance fiasco that was being brought to the attention of the crown.
In moments like this Vaella more often than not wished she was on her dragon's back soaring high above the cloud of King's Landing and the Red Keep away from talks of succession and even more talk of political gain and loses. While she was a princess she wasn't expected to do much, even now she struggled to help besides hold Lucerys's hand tightly in hers trying to offer some sort of comfort to her younger brother. Detecting eyes on her, Vaella glanced at her older brother; Jacaerys, watching her with worry. Typically Vaella would offer a smile back matched with a witty combat for him mostly targeted on his worry for her but alas, not today. Her mind wondered and rushed to try and rationalize the results of the trial that had not yet begun, hoping she could prepare herself for what they were to subject themselves too yet hearing his soft words of encouragement and hope brought a small smile to her face.
Even with the uncertainty of the trial Vaella knew better than to let her emotions show knowing it would make the situation worse than it already was. They were all nervous, besides Daemon who was more pissed than nervous, his cocky and aggressive nature shining through with their approach of The Red Keep. Vaella continued to say nothing, reaching forward to hold Jace's hand along with Luke's. How kind he was for trying to cheer them up while trying to match their smiles. That is what Vaella adored about him, in the end, he always tried to cheer up his siblings in the most heartbreaking situations.
With a jolt of the carriage coming to a halt the princess very quickly fixed her hair and dress, the light blue fabric almost matching that of the Velaryon sigil color; a small piece of Laenor with her. Squeezing Luke's hand she pulled him close in a quick embrace.
"Jace is right. Grandsire Viserys won't let Vaemond take what is yours. Don't worry too much, Jace and I will be here." It was a quick work of encouragement to her brother wanting to bring light and hope to the uncertainty of the trial.
Making sure Jace and Luke got out safely, Vaella hiked up her dress just a bit swiftly holding onto Jace for support in stepping out of the carriage ride of helplessness. Oh how she preferred to ride her dragon. Fixing her dress Vaella stays close to Jace, the "warm" welcome leaving her speechless for many reasons.
"I say. It's more dead than a burned sheepโฆ" She whispers in Jace's ear wanting to lighten the mood just a smidge.
Vaella had remembered the sweet moments her and her uncle Vaemond shared when she was living on Driftmark shortly after the funeral for her aunt and very shortly after their father. He had made her feel better about her mother marrying Daemon so soon after along with her cousin, aunt, and grandmother; oh how she was excited to see them again, Despite the excitement of seeing her family once again Vaella wished it was under better circumstances than the inheritance fiasco that was being brought to the attention of the crown.
In moments like this Vaella more often than not wished she was on her dragon's back soaring high above the cloud of King's Landing and the Red Keep away from talks of succession and even more talk of political gain and loses. While she was a princess she wasn't expected to do much, even now she struggled to help besides hold Lucerys's hand tightly in hers trying to offer some sort of comfort to her younger brother. Detecting eyes on her, Vaella glanced at her older brother; Jacaerys, watching her with worry. Typically Vaella would offer a smile back matched with a witty combat for him mostly targeted on his worry for her but alas, not today. Her mind wondered and rushed to try and rationalize the results of the trial that had not yet begun, hoping she could prepare herself for what they were to subject themselves too yet hearing his soft words of encouragement and hope brought a small smile to her face.
Even with the uncertainty of the trial Vaella knew better than to let her emotions show knowing it would make the situation worse than it already was. They were all nervous, besides Daemon who was more pissed than nervous, his cocky and aggressive nature shining through with their approach of The Red Keep. Vaella continued to say nothing, reaching forward to hold Jace's hand along with Luke's. How kind he was for trying to cheer them up while trying to match their smiles. That is what Vaella adored about him, in the end, he always tried to cheer up his siblings in the most heartbreaking situations.
With a jolt of the carriage coming to a halt the princess very quickly fixed her hair and dress, the light blue fabric almost matching that of the Velaryon sigil color; a small piece of Laenor with her. Squeezing Luke's hand she pulled him close in a quick embrace.
"Jace is right. Grandsire Viserys won't let Vaemond take what is yours. Don't worry too much, Jace and I will be here." It was a quick work of encouragement to her brother wanting to bring light and hope to the uncertainty of the trial.
Making sure Jace and Luke got out safely, Vaella hiked up her dress just a bit swiftly holding onto Jace for support in stepping out of the carriage ride of helplessness. Oh how she preferred to ride her dragon. Fixing her dress Vaella stays close to Jace, the "warm" welcome leaving her speechless for many reasons.
"I say. It's more dead than a burned sheepโฆ" She whispers in Jace's ear wanting to lighten the mood just a smidge.
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Jacaerys was sure he held onto her for perhaps a moment longer than required when helping her out of the carriage; but there was something reassuring with her so close and holding onto him. From such a vantage point, he could keep her safe, hide her from the terrors or discomforts of the Red Keep or even the whole of Westeros. Alas, as much as he wished it could be a constant, that reassurance of her safety was a fleeting feeling. In the future, she may not even end up in the same building, the same house, the same part of Westeros and deep down that broke his heart. What could he even do if harm came to her and he was off gallivanting on the other side of the realm? He wasn't sure, and he hated considering that may one day become a reality.
He chuckled slightly at her comment, a quiet kind shared only between the two of them, no one else needed to hear. Surely, if she was cracking a joke or two that was a good sign? Or a sign she'd very much taken after her father or even step-father. Jace nodded in agreement, turning his attention to the others as they hesitantly began to make their way through the halls of the Red Keep. He stepped closeby to Luke and Vaella in particular, preparing for the worst of possible scenarios.
The halls were empty, stranded aside from the occasional servant or maid rushing between the rooms of the building, or a knight preparing for their watch. He'd found more comfort in a freezing bath than this. Was it always like this now? With his poor grandsire indisposed, or was thai just due to their presence? He couldn't be sure. What he was aware of however, was Luke's sheer discomfort.
"I must discuss a few matters with Rhaenys, stay closeby." Rhaenyra, ahead of the swarm of children following, announced before turning down a hall, leaving them alone with a rather infuriated Daemon. "This is ridiculous..." Jace just about managed to pick up on his muttering before he turned back to the other eldest siblings.
"Come on, we're not far from the training yard, may as well make the most of being here." If he was being honest, he may have been primarily looking for somewhere to distract himself more than anything else, but if things would be acceptable enough to distract Luke and Vaella, that's all he needed.
Leaving Daemon in charge of the youngest of his siblings, much to his step-fathers mild annoyance, Jace led the two down a separate hall, relying on his somewhat foggy memory to guide himself through the halls of the Red Keep. Once a corridor or two away he stopped, "If I'm honest I just wanted to get away from everyone elseโฆ" He admitted, "Daemon isโฆ Not exactly helpful, in times like this." He admitted. Jace often was left to be the one to look after his siblings when things got tough, Daemon in a rage-filled tirade in an attempt to solve the problem and his poor mother left to try and arrange the pieces. Jace, as much as her heir, was his family's caretaker when the going got tough. Did he mind it so much? Of course not, but it left his shoulders heavy and his worries many.
Jace started to walk again, this time at a far more casual pace. "How are you feeling?" He asked, looking towards poor Luke who shuffled quietly with him. "Like this is all going to go terribly wrongโฆ" That sentiment was very much shared, but Jace wouldn't dare let his worry show. With increasingly less words of reassurance he could provide, instead he rested his hand on his brother's shoulder, bringing him a little closer, "It's going to be okay brother, though I can't exactly lie and tell you it's going to be pleasant."
Retreating his hand back to his side, he looked to Vaella with the most reassuring smile he could provide her. "How about you? Now that we have a moment to ourselves and aren't being watched by hundreds of eyesโฆ Or having to keep a brave face for the younger ones." Luke unfortunately didn't count in the mix of younger ones, not with this level of responsibility on his poor shoulders. "Want to get your frustrations out with a sword? Maybe show up some of the knights here?" He offered with a small smirk.
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Lianna, deep down, hoped and prayed that she wouldn't have to come face to face with Aemond again. Yet, she knew it was a ridiculous and narrow-minded thought to expect that to happen. Her mind was a torrent of frustration, confusion and desire; a longing want for what they'd had when they were younger outweighed by the bitterness of the current day. She'd once run alongside him through the halls of the Red Keep, smiles on their features and not a single care in the world. Now, she wasn't even sure the last time she'd seen him smile. Instead, he smirked, and that smirked showed a darkness which made her heart fall to the pit of her stomach.
"There was not enough time to see Gaelithox at the pit and be back in time for the trial." She brushed off what she may have been doing in such a place, turning back towards the skull and brushing her hands against the blue fabric of her dress. The dress, a teal shimmer with a golden chain of her family's sigil: was something her mother insisted upon. To Rhaenys, it was showing a united front between the two of them, pushing for Lianna's position as a true Velaryon. She supposed she couldn't complain.
The woman sighed, tilting her head as she glanced up at the great skull, "It's unfortunate." She muttered, perhaps trying her best to negotiate polite conversation. It was ironic, normally it was such a simple affair for her, but with Aemond every silence felt like a prolonged moment of words left unsaid. "That we never got to meet the Black Dread ourselvesโฆ Then again, perhaps we should be grateful that a dragon was finally able to die peacefully, rather than torn apart in some pointless warโฆ"
Lianna, with her deep admiration of the creatures, despised how at times they appeared to be thought of as nothing more than war machines. To her, they were the lifeblood of the Targaryen dynasty, and some of the most important animals in the entirety of Westeros. They were also one of the rarest, the thought alone of one of their demises left a bitter taste in her mouth. Yet, a part of her had a feeling Aemond may have thought differently, if he was anything she may have come to understand him to be.
"Regardlessโฆ" She shook her head, looking back towards him and forcing her gaze to remain neutral, the last thing she needed to do was stare, to allow that tension to build or become anymore uncomfortable. "Why are you here, Aemond?" Her eyes narrowed, "It's not like this place is en route to another location, if anything you have to go quite out of your way to get here."
Perhaps there was a small, childish part of Lianna that was left yearning. Had he come looking for her? It wasn't the first time she'd come to the head of Balerion and if he really thought about it, there may have been an understanding as to why she'd come here. The thought alone that he had been searching for her was enough for her poor heart to start beating a little faster against her chest, much to her irritation.
Had she perhaps hoped he'd find her? It wasn't like time had been an unfavorable bed mate with him that was for sure, and with so many things left unsaid perhaps a part of her wished to clear the air to make the day's trial more bearable. Lianna couldn't be sure, but the fact she was having so many confused, loose thoughts was enough for her hands to start grabbing at her skirts tightly in frustration; damning her rampant mind.
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