บท 7: Family supper.
Year 101AC.
(Durin POV)
The king invited us to supper.
I know right, it doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is.
A royal dinner or supper, in this case, are exclusively for only the Royale family. Ofcourse you can argue that my father is the kings half brother, surely he should be dining with the king, yes and no.
yes if the king invited him personally, no if it's a family gathering. because as much as my father may be his grace's half brother, he's still a Baratheon of storms end, and not a Targaryen of old Valyria.
Which begs the question, why? Well, it's simple realy.
It's because of me.
"Come Durin, we don't want to be late" My sister said, as she pated my shoulders.
She's been messing with my hair, trying to fix it anyway she could, she kept trying out different ways to style or tie my hair, but to no avail my hair always fell to my shoulders. That ofcourse got her frustrated enough to call my hair an immovable stone.
"It's not me whose fault it will be if we are tardy sister." I quipped, all I got was a smack to my back.
This sort of thing is usually given to the servants to do but my mother and my sister insist in being apart of my growth as much as possible, which is unusual for noble ladies.
'Except for one Cercei Lannister' I thought, remembering that crazy lioness that will come 200 or so years after me.
After looking at myself with the blurry mirror and my sister being satisfied by how my hair was slicked back, we wen't on our way to meet our family on the first floor, so we could go into the dining room as one.
We were guided to the dining hall by a kings guard I recognised as, the one who was with Rhaenyra.
He opened the wooden door for our family as I heard shuffling and talking from the inside, he stepped in and announced us, while my sister who was holding my had squeezed it tight. I didn't realise but looking at my families faces they were clearly nervous, sides for my dunce of a brother, I swear it was like he had sand for brains.
"Your grace, the lord and ladies Baratheon and their children"
As we stepped inside the candle lit room, the smell of something baked and smoked wafted my nose, before I saw the weirdest sight I have seen since coming to this world.
A table full of white haired people.
The Targaryen family.
Rhaenys who was sitting by the side of lord Corlys stood up with a pleasant smile, but all the other inhabitants of the table kept sitting.
There was the king jeaherys, sitting on the end of the long table, which is usually considered the seat of the head, to his left is Viserys and to Viserys's left is his wife and Rheanyra.
I couldn't help but shutter as my eyes laid on the young man who was sitting next to Rhaenyra, with that sly smile of his piercing my eyes, he leaned into Rheanyra to say something and like a bell she started laughing.
As I observed who else was on the table I saw a couple of people with none Valyrian features, like lord Otto Hightower who I regognised easily, because he was almost identical to his Tv counter part, a young girl who I'm guessing was Alicent and of course next to Daemond was a lady who clearly didn't want to be present but kept a cordial face, the lady rhea Royce.
I was about to turn my attention back to my father who was exchanging pleasantries with the king before a tuft of..silver hair caught my eyes. sitting next to lady rhea was a small girl or a toddler who was clearly of Valyrian decent if her eyes and hair were anything to go by, but I didn't know who she was...or more like she shouldn't be here.
Some one nudge me from my side, I turned my annoyed gaze to the culprit to find it was my father who was standing next to me.
"Father?" I said, as he looked at me with an urging gaze. I looked forward to the table to see everyones eyes on me.
I didn't know what else to say other then,
"Is there something on my face" And a pin drop silence. My mother stepped forward to me.
"Durin, the king asked you how you are" She said with a small voice,' O! he spoke to me,' I thought as my gaze shifted back to the king.
"I apologise for my distraction your grace, it's not everyday you see the last family of the dragon lords of Valyria in one room" And the silence continued.
Before lady Rhea started laughing,
"And I thought my Visenya was well spoken, by the gods" and the king also chuckled.
Visenya? I thought before thing wen't into place
'so daemon had a daughter' I thought, while I looked at the litle girl who actually looked a bit like daemon.
"It is fine young Durin" The king said as my family wen't to sit down, but was stopped by the kings guard, which made my mother who was holding my hand stair in worry.
"What is it" She asked the guard.
"Don't worry my lady, I asked the ser to bring young Durin to me" The king said, as the kings guard lifted me up and set me down on the kings right side.
'What the hell' I thought.
My family was sat on the furthest part of the table while I was sitting next to the king, why?
I looked at the old man, before he turned to me and just pated my head, before he order the food to be served.
There was small talk around the table, my father talking with lord coleus while my mother exchanged words with all the other ladies present on the table, I tried eating my food but the side glances Otto was giving me were very hard to ignore.
'don't be too hasty now, I'll deal with you in the future' I thought before I was distracted by a familiar language deamon spoke to the king.
"Skoriot istē, Mazikepa"("Why are they here, grandfather?") Daemond said, as he pointed his fork around in indication.
"Nyke otāpār māzis hae ābrazar." ( I thought this was a family dinner?) He continued, making all the other people who spoke Valyrian a bit uncomfortable.
There was a small thing about my old life that many people didn't know, you see as a composer and a song writer for fantasy movies, I had a habit of integrating my music with it so much so that I would get influenced by the fictional works myself.
After writing the lyrics and composing the song Haross Bartossi, which on earth was just jumbled words that sounded nice, but pretty sure on this world could tame a dragon? I learned the made up language of high Valyrian, and after coming to this world made sure to revisit and become fluent in it, that and also the old tongue which resembled my mother tongue norweigian.
The king who was now looking at daemon with his piercing eyes was about to speak, but of course I couldn't hold my tongue.
"Vaores ēza tolvie ūndan darilaros." ( it is rude to point at people, my prince) I said looking at him, as I felt the gaze of the king shift to me.
"Se rȳbagon" (And besides) I continued, the full gazes of the people on me, as I shifted my gaze to the king.
"Iles ābrazar, yn daor ao ñuha dārilaros." (We are family, but not to you my prince) I said the last part, looking at the king who was my uncle.
"You speak Valyrian!" It was Rhaenys who said it, but the way she said it sounded a bit concerning, and as my eyes sifted through the table, one thought came to me.
'I think I over did it'.
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