章 27: Arthur Valhalla (15) Daemon (1) Alyn(1) heading to driftmark, a rouges mind, and a dragonseed
AN: getting close to the rogue and the winter dragons meeting. While pretentious to everyone else, both like eachother. Though they'll never say such things.
Also, we get an intro to our boy Alyn. I'm not too sure how I want characterize him. But, I have an idea I want to use. Maybe another lord of Sparta?
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Harrenhall, the gods eye, 130 AC
(Daemon POV)
My time in harrenhall has been a true test of my willpower. It's true what they say about this keep. It's haunted. I assume those with magic in their blood like myself is more affected by this than any.
I arrived here expecting, hoping for a fight. For it's been too long since caraxes and I indulged in the first instinct every dragon has, burn it.
I also received news the usurper is dead. Though who it is that killed him is my true concern. An unknown dragonlord riding an unknown dragon as large as my grandfathers, the bronze fury.
Such a beast would surely help us win the war sooner. Yet my wife's words that he would not kneel boiled my blood.
I pleaded with her to let Rhaenys come defend the keep while i go to put this unknown dragon seed in his place.
All of such thoughts cease at the letter my daughter Rhaena sent to me.
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Father, grandfather informed me were to leave to see this new dragonlord. Arthur Valhalla. I know I haven't spoken of this to you before, but I've seen this man.
I've always seen this man. He and I, flying in the clouds. Ever since I was a little girl. I didn't share such things with you because I know your views on the dragon dreams of our family. Believing them to be fruitless curses.
But I know this is what I'm supposed to be doing. Who I'm supposed to see. If you have any true love for me, you will not stop my path to the Valhalla. I must meet him. To know for true whose words are truthful.
Yours, which say dreams are nothing but curses and false prophecy's. That it is dragons that made us kings.
Or mine own, which say dreams are the reason we still had dragons to conquer the kingdoms with. Because without them, we are nothing.
I love you father. Please, heed my words. For this is not something I will forgive you for should you ruin it with your temper.
Be glad I seek out the Valhalla. For the looks I've been garnering from lords celtigar and sunglass are worrisome. They've been trying to catch my eye since Luke's demise.
So, you may hate my infatuation with Arthur Valhalla. But the other option is to sell me off to the celtigars or sunglass. Two families who in my opinion, are more akin to Valyrian colored andals than true blood of Valyria.
I will see you upon my return to Mainland westeros. Stay safe, for even if offput by your attitude at times, you are and always will Be my father
Your daughter,
Rhaena
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There were many things in the letter to digest. Number one, a Valhalla. A dammed Valhalla. The first lords of Valyria.
Oh I was no scholar. But I learned everything possible about my homeland that was destroyed. The Valhalla had been one of my childhood fantasies. The red eyes said to look more akin to a dragons than a man's.
Instead of silvery hair, theirs were usually a Snow White.
The possibility of a Valhalla on westerosi soil is too much for my dragons heart to bear.
With my decision made that's not at all influenced by the need to escape these horrible nightmares harrenhall gives me, I head towards caraxes.
For its time to see for mine own eyes if the Valhalla are truly all they were toutted as.
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Hull, Blackwater Bay, 130 AC
(ALYN POV)
As I walk the beach of my home working, my black hair flowing in the wind created by the sea, I ponder my life up to this point.
As a young man, I would always be confused when someone named me Corlys. For that was not my name. And it's one I've never heard.
That was until I got older. And I saw him. Corlys Velaryon. My father.
How did I know such a thing without him telling me? Easy. I have eyes. I looked at the man in detail when he arrived at hull just after my 14th nameday.
The more I looked at him the more familiar I felt. Such an inexplicable feeling for true. It wasn't until later that night when staring at my reflection in the looking glass did it hit me.
Why he looked so familiar. It's because I was staring at an older version of my face! My eyes? The same. My brow? The same. My jaw and cheeks? Exactly the same. Although my hair was black while his was white. It doesn't change my feelings.
'Why would a man have a son and not take care of him? What did I do to make him resent my existence?'
These are my thoughts as I carry back my fishing pole and the days catch along the beach of my home. Hull. 'Just like my name. Alyn of Hull. Not velaryon.'
In truth I cared a jot about some last name or title or keep. I just wanted answers.
I'm broken out of my thoughts by the sound of a dragon flying overhead. A beautiful silver with reddish pink along the spine.
My admiration turns to terror as the dragon makes a swift turn, coming straight for me.
Men along the beach scream, getting out of the beasts way as I begin running to get to the woods. 'Surely the beast won't follow me in there. There's no room to land,'
My thoughts are running faster than I am it seems as I'm knocked to the ground by its tail while it makes a pass over me again. Screeching the entire time. Such a sight was terrifying. I hop up and race to the woodline. Hoping to make it home in one piece.
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My wishes went unheard by the gods. And as I'm on my ass against a rock with the dragon moving in closer. I brace myself for the flames.
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(Sparta, Windsor castle, 130 AC)
(ARTHUR POV)
After dressing in my usual cloak, I make my way to inform Corlys of my trip to driftmark and subsequently Dragonstone upon return. He seems to welcome this. (I also have need in driftmark before the triarchy make their move.)
(Image)
Nodding along I'm about to ready myself to leave when Artemis caws loudly. Usually when I have a message.
Looking toward the door as it's knocked on. I bid the visitor to enter. It one of my guards.
He bows before speaking, ""my lord Valhalla. Lord Reed has requested your presence. Also, lord mag said he has the 5 giants ready to depart.""
Being thankful my people work so quickly I thank the man and turn to see Corlys looking at me. I decided to throw him half a bone.
(A plan i that I put into place is being fulfilled. Also lord Denlen needs my company. Should you need to get down you'll have to call morning. Morgoth informed me that any non Valhalla member will no longer be allowed on his back.)
Corlys laughs before speaking, (you can commune with your dragon on such a level?) I give him a nod. And he shakes his head before continuing.
(I've heard of many great dragon riders lord Arthur. But never one such as yours.) again I nod before I repsond.
(Indeed. I assume it to be because of my mothers lineage mixing with the dragon blood. Make no mistake lord Corlys, the north is just as magically potent as old Valyria used to be. It's just of a different nature.)
He seems lost in thought when Rhaena makes her way to my chamber. Again there's that look on her face. I'll need to speak with her about that soon. I don't like it. Pity. There's only one reason she would feel that way. That's if she read jaenyx's journal.
Something I'd rather not think about for now. So I go in a different direction, (I am about to go speak with lord Reed. Although you won't be a Able to understand what's said, you may come if you wish it.) I say trying to get an opportunity to speak with her about what she read.
The beautiful smile she rewards me with gives me more answers than words ever could. However, she speaks them anyway, (I would love to meet lord Denlen for true. He's almost as mysterious as you my lord. I fear I may go mad if I must deal with more mystery's.)
I send a mental message to Artemis. She flies into the window and I set about writing a short missive for leaf.
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My friend. I need your guidance. Come speak with my prospective bride and tell me what you think. I fear her beauty blinds me to things I may not see.
Your friend, Arthur.
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I quickly tie it to Artemis' foot and she takes off. Already knowing who the message is for.
I turn back to Rhaena as she speaks, (you are far too busy lord Arthur. On your way to answer a message while writing another. Don't tell me there's another beautiful maiden you have hidden on this island?) the way she speaks and the slight smirk on her face confirm to me she's the rogue princes' daughter.
However, this is lessened by the fact that I'm trying to hold in my laugh because she isn't truly wrong. Throwing my hood on to hide myself I speak, (I assure you, princess. You're the only maiden I'm currently in contact with.)
After I speak I give my best smile. Seeing it have the desired affect of turning her crimson. I wave over my shoulder at Corlys. Not wishing to see his face. Although I can feel his eyes.
I decide to let them figure out if Rhaena is coming with me or not.
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By the time I got to morgoth Rhaena had caught up with me, holding my arm the entire way to our mounts. She smelled of lilac. In truth it was hard to keep my head when in such close proximity to her.
My naturally cold body courtesy of my stark heritage mixed perfectly with her constant warmth I could feel even through her clothes.
Corlys didn't join us. 'Probably getting drunk on the whiskey.' I think and let out a chuckle, mounting morgoth and making my way to Denlen.
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We find him at the bottom of the waterfall. As we dismount and the dragons take off into the sky, Rhaena grabs my arm without my holding out. Again I feel a redness burn my neck and cheeks.
As we arrive in front of lord Reed, he doesn't say anything. But the look in his eye tells me he's come to whatever conclusion everyone else on the island has but me. One I wish to know of. But all just laugh at me before continuing their business.
Were I a lesser man I'd have gotten it out of them with any number of methods. But I've learned to let things go. As hard as that may be sometimes.
Hell, the recent discovery of my grandfather not being a complete prick, mostly one, but not totally showed me the value of such a thing. Letting go.
Denlen speaks to me finally after having his share of amusement on my behalf, ""I see you and the princess are rather well acquainted."" He said leadingly.
I ignore him and continue, (yes. It's the first time I've spoken to another dragon rider after claiming one myself. Is that so hard to believe?) my voice has an edge to it even if I try to keep it out. Denlen just laughed at me.
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(DENLEN POV)
As I see Arthur and lady Rhaena make their way toward me arm in arm I can't help the chuckle that bubbles out of my throat.
But now is not the time to tease lord Arthur. As I'm sure if enough of it were to happen and he got angry, many would not be laughing anymore.
""Lord stark wishes to come to Sparta before heading south."" I say trying to gauge Arthur's reaction. It was truly hard to know how he felt about anyone or anything. Even if his hood was off.
He may not be total stark. But that stony mask of indifference is all from the winter kings.
Arthur at first sighs. Then he speaks. From the way his tone is I can tell he's smiling. ""Am I right to assume he knows about my 'friends' of the nonhuman variety?""
Feeling a little embarrassed about that slip I go to speak but he stops me with a hand before speaking.
""It's okay Denlen. He's your liege Afterall. I am not. I just hope lord stark can keep this to himself until we're ready to show our full hand?"" He asks in a sincere voice that I know is not just for saving lady Rhaena from experiencing his wrath.
If what the villagers told me he did to the last stane is true, then he's right to be cautious about such things being shown to her. A dragon rider she may be, but the brutality of the north is different than that of the south. She may not understand it.
I nod. As lord Cregan is not fool enough to shout it from the rooftops. Especially if his words about Arthur I kept to myself are true.
The man is FROM old Valyria. Not the blood of it. He lived there. Before the doom. Aided by the old gods to survive it. It was madness.
To think the man of my age in front of me lived during the height of Valyria is an insane notiton to ponder.
I come back to reality as Arthur speaks in a tired voice. ""He can come. I don't know if I'll be here when he arrives. But I'll surely be here before he and his men leave south. For I will be going with them. As will the giants. The next leg of the war is crucial. And we have many lords to replace.""
The last sentence was said with so much venom I actually thought I saw smoke come out of lord Arthur's mouth. But I merely nod my head in acquiescence before he speaks again.
""Good. I make for driftmark by nightfall. You will stay and help joe, James, and Lilly?"
I nod before answering. ""Yes. True potential you've found there. I assume they're to be your spy's?"" At his nod I continue, ""very well I will help them. As well as keep the peace when Cregan arrives."" He smiles at me. This time I'm sure.
Then he speaks, ""I'll ask the thenn snd hornfoot to go northward toward the peninsula on the norside of the island.""
I breathe a sigh of relief. Jon thenn is not a man I want to try and order around. And something gives me the feeling he would only listen to Arthur. The respect for the black dragon in all the clansmen faces is what shocked me the most aside from the earthsingers.
From what litte jon told me about their fight, lord Arthur's bracers are not just bracers. But built in daggers he can call upon at any time. A truly marvelous invention.
I watch as the two dragons make their way to their mounts.
'Sparta, what a place it is.' Are my last thoughts as I make my way to the three little ones to teach them how to call upon other animals that aren't their companions.
AN: hope you enjoy. Had a lot of ways i wanted to go with this but decided it best to get all the characters meeting sooner.
We will see how much different Arthur's Existence will make the battle of the gullet different.
Cant wait for you to see it.
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