(Third Person POV)
Sylas walked up to Princess Rhaenys, "Princess...." he said, "I....."
She was sitting on a bench and the Young Lord approached her.
Rhaenys looked up slowly, "Lord Sylas...." She said softly, "W-what is it that you need?"
Sylas stared at her for a couple of seconds, not knowing what to say to her.
"I...." He started, "Well, I-"
"I don't think you should be here." Viserys Targaryen said as he walked up to him, "I know what truly happened."
Sylas looked at him, "Huh?"
Viserys gave him a serious look, "The weapon that killed her Father...." He said seriously, "It was yours."
Sylas blinked, "Yes." He said, "But I didn't fire the weapon. It was-"
"Myrish pirates, yes." Viserys cut him off, "But it was your weapon, indeed. If you weren't careful, it probably would not have happened."
"Viserys." Rhaenys started, "Don't.....it is fine...."
"No, this needs to be addressed." Viserys said, "I've never really thought of it, but House Drakkengard is and always will be the source of problems that we have to deal with, Rhaenys. My Father always told me that Drakken will never stop tormenting our family and this was Sylas's father giving us the ultimate Torment."
Sylas frowned, "My Father had nothing to do with Aemon's death." He said, "He stopped caring about his fate a long time ago."
"So he says." Viserys said, "But he can always lie. It is what he does, right? He lies. He manipulates. He is the reason for every bad thing that has-"
"Viserys!" Daenerys walked up to them, "What are you doing???"
"Daenerys." Viserys said as Rhaenys looked up at their aunt
Daenerys grabbed Sylas's hand, "Do not blame Sylas for what happened." She said, "He wasn't the reason for it!"
"You have to understand, Daenerys." Viserys said, "That it was his careless-"
"You're right." Sylas cut him off, "I was careless. I was careless and I lost a weapon that hurt someone. My own father, the person you hate, he warned me that something like this would happen. And now that something tragic did happen because of my carelessness, he's letting me soak in the waters of my failure. He's teaching me a lesson and it is a lesson I deserve."
Viserys frowned, "You...."
Sylas looked at Rhaenys, "Princess, I apologize for what happened." He said, "I never had anything against your Father and I am sure Prince Aemon didn't have anything against us, the Children of Drakken. Especially his nieces and nephews."
Rhaenys had a sad frown, "No...." She said softly, "He didn't....."
"I take full responsibility for what happened." Sylas said seriously
"Sylas, you don't have to." Daenerys said, "It's not your fault."
"That crossbow was mine." Sylas said, "I lost it, it fell on the wrong hands. And it cost Aemon his life. It was my mistake, a mistake I will live with for a long time."
"You say that." Viserys said, "But here's the truth: You Drakkengards will bring nothing but ruin. I am sure of it."
"That may be so." Sylas nodded
"You are betrothed to our Aunt." Viserys said with a serious frown, "How are you so sure that you won't bring harm to her."
"Viserys...." Daenerys said softly
Sylas gave him a serious look, "I swear on Dead Mother, Lady Daranne Drakkengard..." He said, "That nothing will happen to Princess Daenerys. As long as I live, she will not have a hair on her head harmed. You can count on that. If you have a problem with me being betrothed to her, then that is too bad."
"She is mine."
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[Near The God's Eye]
Astorias was holding an iron halberd in her arms as she walked through the trees, looking around.
"Hm...." she said as there was a mark on her neck, a strange-looking one, "Where is she? Where is my Master?"
She scratched the dragon-claw mark on her neck as she kept walking, feeling a bit annoyed by the sensation it brought. She had been looking for Visenya in order to continue her training, but she wasn't at Harrenhal.
She decided to seek her out at her cabin, but found it empty. So naturally, she decided to seek her out in the area around the cabin, where she typically trains or just walks through.
"Master...!!" Astorias called out, "Where are you?"
She heard a loud yet strange sound, almost sounding like a yelp. This caused Astorias to stop and turn to the side, a bit confused by what she just heard.
"Huh?" She said as she walked through the brush and bushes, "Visenya?"
She came across a clearing and stopped, seeing that Riktor was standing in the middle of it, holding his greatsword. Astorias noticed that he was sweating profusely as he was panting slightly, his eyes were staring right at her with a bit of nervousness. He was wearing only his pants while barefooted, his upper body exposed.
"A-Astorias...." He said, "What are you doing here?"
Astorias looked around, "I could ask you the same thing." She said, "What are you doing here, Riktor?"
"What does it look like?" Riktor said with a frown, "Training."
Astorias sniffed the air, "What's that smell?" She said softly, "Smells weird."
"It's called sweat." Riktor said as he waved her away, "Go on, I like to train privately, that is why I come here."
"Have you seen Visenya?" Astorias asked him
"No." Riktor said seriously
Astorias looked at him with a serious expression, "Are you sure?" She asked
"No, dammit. What do you want?" Riktor scowled
"Tch....." Astorias turned around and began to walk way, "Oh, get bent! I'm going back home and I'm telling Mama Mya that you're being a prick!!"
As she walked several steps, she burst into a run and Riktor felt as she left the area within a couple of seconds.
He stood there for a couple of seconds more, making sure that she was gone completely.
"She's gone." Riktor said aloud
Then, from behind some bushes, Visenya walked out, holding her dress in front of her as she was naked.
"T-This is getting dangerous, Riktor...." She said softly, "P-Perhaps....."
"Don't worry." Riktor told her,
"It's going to be fine."