章 15: Rhaenys (2) Rhaena (2): The Lord of Ice and Fire
AN: we see the aftermath of the battle of rooks rest. A king is dead, a prince has fled, and the black dragon remains relatively unknown. We see dragonstone and the blacks court reactions to the dead userper. As well as the new variable in the war.
Dragonstone, 129 AC
(Rhaena pov)
It's been days since my grandmother went to rooks rest to offer support and break the siege. I haven't been able to sleep properly since she left. The thoughts of getting informed of her demise like Luke's almost too much to bear.
Had grandmother herself not put men of driftmark around me she trusted as guards, i and morning Would already be there. The thoughts of my dragon make me wish to see her. To have her warmth on my cheeks and make myself feel like everything will be okay if I'm in n the sky flying about.
Unfortunately my grandmother is much to shrewd for her own good, as she has explicitly forbidden me from seeing morning while she's away. Normally such a thing wouldn't have flown, even from my own grandmother.
But after the death of Luke, everyone in my house has been holding eachother closer than ever. Almost stranglingly close.
I know baela feels the same way. A smile breaks out onto my face at her name.
'Ahh yes. Someone to share in my misery' I make may way towards her room knowing she is under the same restrictions I am.
With two guards outside her door I wrap my head on the door twice awaiting the sarcastic comment of baela to let me know I can come in.
After a minute of silence though I grow worried. 'Is something wrong? Baela woild never sleep in. It's against her whole mood of flying dancer…. In… the morning.' My mind stops as I run out of the keep with my guards hailing me to stop.
But I can't. If what I think is true baela is already gone.
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After catching my breath and explaining to the guards I would not try to fly morning I simply needed to look inside the cave, I walked towards it.
Arriving at the shared caves of our dragons I see only morning. No dancer. 'Dammit baela. Why couldn't you have taken me?!' I shout to myself. Angry at my sister but more so at myself for not thinking of it.
As I pull my head out of the cave I hear the sounds of baela and my grandmothers dragons.
Looking back up into the sky I see them heading towards the keep. Showing my guards their arrival I then run in, greet my beautiful pink dragon with pets and words of love.
After a few minutes of petting I clamber up her back and order her out.
Once we get airborne I command her to go to her sister. She instantly shrieks seeing dancer and we make a beeline for the beach where the court has gathered to welcome my grandmother home after a successful campaign.
As morning lands on the beach, she lowers her wing and I slide down it to the sand below. Chuckling at the fun I had on the way down.
However the courtyard is quiet. Looking to my grandmother I see why. She looks incredibly tired. And a sling is put around her shoulder. Baela and jace have already swarmed her. Asking too many questions to answer.
Walking up and trying to keep my court mask on that my sibling and cousin forgot, I speak to my grandmother.
(So good to see you arrive back grandmother. I do hope you'll come inside and tell us tale of your exploits over a meal.)
My words seem to have shocked everyone there. As it was probably assumed I'd be the one freaking out while baela and jace kept cool.
Moving past all the lustful lords I gave a nod to the queen to avoid showing anymore of my body than absolutely necessary. 'These damn andals with Valyrian coloring. Just you wait. My grandfather is on his way home. He will kill any man who dares look at me as they do now.
And from the look In my grandmothers eye, it's clear she needs to speak to me alone.
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(Rhaenys pov)
After waking up In the arms of Arthur Valhalla I was informed that I had an arrow in my shoulder. Courtesy of ser criston.
But that was at the bottom of my list of concerns.
Valhalla.
Rippling Valyrian steel eyes like Rhaena described.
The young man had looked at me strangely before chuckling. He told me not to let a maester near me. That he'd done a fine job at sewing the wound and making sure it was clean.
He informed me to use only boiled water on it. No water unless boiled. That information I kept in the back on my mind
It was what we spoke of that truly has my attention as I walk through Dragonstone ready to tell the queen what happened at the rook.
A Valhalla. The first of the 40 families. The very route of the name Valyria. There was one on westerosi soil. And he had saved me from the hightowers.
Not only that. But he had a wolf as tall as a man and fiercer than five. He had people he said will starve should he spend much time on the mainland. He kept saying that mainland. Which means he's on an island. Which one is hard to say.
As my musing ended in noticed I, my grandchildren, and the queen were alone. 'Time to tell them' I think casting a nervous glance at rhaena.
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(Rhaena pov)
I don't remember much about the meeting I had with the queen, jace, baela, and my grandmother. After she casted a nervous look at me when the queen asked to be told of what happened and how she was injured, I felt my heckles rise.
I was right to listen to such instinct.
Valhalla. Arthur.
Arthur Valhalla.
The man who saved my grandmother.
The man who I've dreamed about since I understood what dreams are.
He killed the usurper. Paying the hightowers back for killing lucerys.
That's all I remember truth be told. For id didn't even speak to grandmother after. I simply left to my room.
Grabbing the parchment of the eyes ive fallen in love with, I make my way to the window which stares out the north side of the island and look at my eyes. So beautiful.
I fall asleep to those eyes looking at me. Arthur Valhalla, my savior.
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(Rhaenys pov)
Were not for the seriousness of the situation I would've laughed at the face of Rhaena when I described Arthur Valhalla to the my family. After she had left baela asked to be excused to go try and help her out. But I knew exactly what she was thinking.
The queen had of course wished his knee. But he'd already given me plenty of reason why his knee would never bend.
Some my grandson at least seemed to agree with and was able to steer her throughts away from fealty and onto the fact that the usurper is dead.
Proof was in the crown that say atop the table and the blade that was on my grandsons hip. Proof also came in the from of a kicking and screaming criston cole without a sword hand. Courtesy of the newest dragon rider.
The queen whispers something into jace's ear that I cannot hear. After, the queen went to inform the court of some of the details, my grandson turned to me with a serious look In his eye. One I've rarely seen on him.
(Speak to me of Arthur Valhalla)
AN: little teaser. Next is a jace chapter. Be ready. Gonna do a little watching of hotd to get myself in his frame of mind. Hope you enjoy the chapter. 💪🏼❤️
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