Chapter 20: Corlys Velaryon (4) Jaceaerys (4) finding the black dragon and a talk between cousins
AN: in this chapter we will see Corlys scour all the knowledge he has to try and come up with the a location for the elusive Arthur Valhalla.
Whether this need to find this mysterious dragon lord is his sense of adventure or the need to put off the undoubtedly awkward meeting with his son, will have to be seen.
Meanwhile, jacaerys decides to take his grandmothers words to heart. Listening in on the conversation between Rhaena and baela before interjecting to see if his grandmothers words prove right.
And at the end, we see 2 Valyrians make their way north.
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Dragonstone, the narrow sea, 4th moon of 130 AC
Corlys pov
As I race out of my and my wife's chambers I'm immediately headed towards the seahorse. Wishing I had taken the journal with me from Rhaena makes me want to find her. But I put that off for now. I decide to just use everything I know about Arthur Valhalla to find and meet him. To know if what I believe is true. That he saw the height of Valyria. Saw Valyrian steel be made. Magic performed.
It made my blood boil with excitement. I haven't been this enthused about an adventure since my first time heading to the Far East, etching my name in history as the first born westerosi to do so.
But none of those accomplishments could hold a candle if I indeed find the man I'm looking for. The thing that will tell me all I need to know is gifting him the journal, a show of good faith between blood of old Valyria, literally for the lad if my thoughts about him are right. No matter how mad such a notion sounds.
Arriving in mere minutes at the dock after racing my horse through the village streets, I run up the plank onto the deck and ignore every shouted 'my lord!' As I have one singular focus. I need to see a map.
Arriving In my solar, udan, my squire, brings a pitcher of wine and pours me a drink.
"Do you require anything my lord? Food? Ink? Parchment?" He asks like the dutiful lad he is. Unfortunately for him I'm in o such mood to entertain him. My focus must be steady. Without a word I wave my hand in dismissal as I take a deep drink of my goblet before unfolding my map.
'Rhaenys said he wasn't on the mainland westeros. Which means he has to be on an island. The question remains, which one?Were it bloodstone or any of the other stepstones that he inhabited i or prince daemon would've been informed.
No, he's somewhere else. Think Corlys think, what do we know about him? He's of age with Rhaena and baela, he rides a dragon Rhaenys describes as every bit the size of dragon vermithor is, without age to slow him down.
His ancestor spoke of either the boy himself or his namesake. Grey eyes with red….. wait! Grey eyes! Stark! He's Half stark! Rhaenys all but confirmed it herself. Although she said he's clearly of the blood of old Valyria, his face had the classic stony mask of the starks, that with his eyes makes it Almost certain.
Then does he know about his kinsmen in winterfell? Surely a Direwolf, even one with scales and wings, will want to be home. A wolf always seeks a pack Afterall.'
After my internal monologue accompanied by the list I wrote of the information I had, i again looked at my map. Only this time my eyes strayed north. It took barely a moment.
For there are only two islands in westeros north of the neck, the famous bear island, inhabited by the tough mormonts weilding their own ancestral sword longclaw. And lastly there was skagos. A land as harsh as beyond the wall if stories are to be believed.
Hunger that turns men to cannibals, winter snows that last years on end. Many in the north claimed it cursed.
My wife said the lad said he mustn't spend too much time away from his people, as they need him to survive. This means either they have too many people and not enough food, or there is not enough people and food options to give them.
'Maybe the richest house in westeros could help their situation?' I ask myself. If we were not currently at war, it wouldn't even be a question.
While I am married to the Targaryens and I myself am a Velaryon, the Valhalla are beings of myth and legend. Even more so than the dragons, as the dragons live still while the Valhalla do not. At least, not for the last 200 years.
My thoughts are broken by the door to my solar opening, I go to admonish udan for his disobedience of my direct order when I turn my eyes and see my beautiful wife.
Her eyes show amusement. I'm truly happy we were able to get back afloat. Things won't be normal for a while, at least until Alyn is integrated into our household, but it's the best I can do right now.
She speaks, the amusement I saw in her eyes clear in her tone, (do tell me you aren't chasing 200 year old ghosts in an attempt to avoid Alyn?) that was another surprise, the complete lack of care about Alyn himself. She spoke of him as if he'd always been around. It was my treachery she was angry about.
While I appreciated it. I also don't want to gloss over my mistake. Trying to find a suitable response I can do nothing but be truthful, (honestly? I'm a little nervous about Alyn. Who wouldn't be? But that makes little difference. We must bring Arthur Valhalla on our side. If he is truly who I believe him to be, the things he knows are invaluable. Not only to our family but the war. He's already included himself by killing aegon. He probably knows that. Any decent commander will have his troops readying themselves for a possible retaliation.) I finish speaking and see my wife's eyes show understanding.
But she snorts anyway in an unprincess way before saying, (you speak of the boy as if he is a commander of hundreds of battles.)
I only shake my head at her and respond. (You didn't read those journal entries Rhaenys. The guilt and sadness in lord jaenyx words spoke of horrible things he put his own grandson through to ensure he would lead his house after the doom correctly.)
Before I can say another word my wife is up on her feet moving out the door. Calling after why she's leaving in such a way she calls back in a tone that says she thinks me a simpleton in my excitement, (you speak of horrible things being done to him, yet our granddaughters currently have said journal.)
My hand makes its way to my forehead as I know she's right. Hopefully they haven't read too much. It's truly not a book a young maiden should read.
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Rhaena pov
Baela is currently holding me in her arms as i sob. From the way lord jaenyx spoke, he all but tortured his grandson. (His own blood, he did that to his own blood to ensure he was strong! Who does something like that?!)
The rage I feel at the man long dead is indescribable. I feel morning land atop my tower in the keep. Trying to provide as much comfort as she can. Something I love and appreciate her all the more for.
Baela responds in a soothing voice, (it's okay Rhae. We don't even know if it's truly the same man grandmother met,) her words only make me angrier.
(You haven't seen him. Seen the glowing eyes he has. All I want is to meet him. That's all I've ever wanted. To make my dreams reality. Yet we have no idea where he even is. I've dreamed of meeting him my entire life sister. And now that he's so close but so far away I don't know what to do.)
My sobs keep coming for how long I don't know. Only that I woke up in jaces arms instead of Baela.
My confusion must've been clear because he laughs and speaks to me. (I arrived just minutes ago. Baela said she needed a break. Her legs were numb.)
Laughing, i hop up and fix my hair while making sure I don't look too unkept. I ask jace what he wants. As I'm awake and no longer need a pillow.
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Jacaerys pov
Seeing Rhaena smile I know my grandmothers words are right. We must be here for those still here to be here for. And I will do this with Rhaena.
I decide to inform her of my mothers words to gauge her reaction. To know for true how she feels without saying it. Because even the way of mummers will show their true feelings when hit with an unexpected Piece of information.
(Rhae) I say getting her attention away from her hair.
(Yes jace?) she asks. Taking a deep breath I let the information I hold fly.
(My mother believes she's found your prospective husband.) the look she has is one of dread. No doubt fearing the fate of all young women in the seven kingdoms, being a piece on the board for the head of your house.
With a small voice, not even looking at me anymore, suddenly finding the floor interesting she asks, (and who is this prospective man?)
Holding in my smile, I say In a serious voice. This is the moment of truth. To know for sure if my grandmother speaks true about Rhaena's feelings, (some mysterious dragon lord who killed the usurper. I believe his name is Arthur. Though his last name eludes me for some reason) I say feigning a Joke.
My cousins eyes shoot up to me. In that moment, Princess Rhaenys proves why king viserys barley won the great council, she was good at this reading people thing.
(For true? You're not making a jape to see me embarrassed?) at the shake of my head she barelled into me with a tight hug. In such a soft whisper I'm not certain I heard it she says (thank you.)
Soon she pulls away though and has a sad smile on her face. (Tis too bad we don't know where he is,) at that my grandmother and grandfather walk in.
My grandfather has a huge smile on his face. And the words he spoke caused Rhaenas face to Match.
(I've found him)
AN:there's the chapter guys. Hope you enjoy. Next chapters, we see the departure of two Valyrians, while Arthur is informed via lord Reed of said developments,giving him time to plan how he wants this to go.
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