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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 20
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"This is just like Ebola and AIDS. If you let something go unchecked because the cure is expensive, society will eventually pay an even greater price." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 8
The princess had proven to be inquisitive. Her questions regarding the North, its customs and traditions, as well as its difficulties and concerns, had given Medrick the impression that she was seriously considering choosing him. That made him downplay some of the worse aspects of the North, but he did not outright lie. That would have crossed his honor too far.
When his answers did not quite satisfy her, she probed further with others in White Harbor. She spoke with his father, the Maester, and some of the merchants. This made him rethink his early assumption.
"How fares the courtship?" His father, Lord Desmond Manderly asked.
"I am troubled father; the princess seems more interested in the North than in me."
The older man gave him a smile. "It is good that she is curious. If she wasn't interested in the match, she would never give us a second thought."
Medrick shook his head. "No, I don't think that's true. She seems to generally care about our winters. She also was deeply curious about the Wall, in fact she's already off to visit it."
"What?" His father asked in surprise.
Medrick shrugged. "She's a dragonrider. I tried to dissuade her, but she was insistent. She claims that while it is a long flight, Viktoriya, her dragon, is faster than most."
"I suppose old Galbart Karstark will be in for quite a surprise." Galbart was the current Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and the uncle of the current Lord of House Karstark.
"Indeed." Medrick looked at his father. "Is there something else I can do? I've given her gifts, spent time with her, complimented her, we had the smallfolk come out and cheer for her when she arrived, but I do not sense personal warmth from her towards me in that way."
"Perhaps you need to showcase your skills. Most women wouldn't be inclined to participate in a hunt, but she's a dragonrider. Why don't you take a hunting party and let her see you take down a bear, elk, or wolf. Dragons hunt for their food often; I suspect she won't be squeamish at seeing a creature die."
Medrick liked the idea and would present it to Elaena when she returned. In two days, she did so. She greeted him with the same cool politeness. It spoke of respect, but not much else.
"How was your journey? What did you think of the Wall?"
"The journey was tolerable. As for the Wall, I found it to be a fascinating feat of construction. I do not think such a work could be duplicated now. Truly, one of the great wonders of the world."
"I'm glad you found it so. Were you treated well?"
"Aye, the Lord Commander was a bit taken aback at my sudden arrival, but he was hospitable. He spoke of the needs of the Wall, and I listened. I could not make many promises, but it does fascinate me. The Wall itself… it caused Viktoriya to hesitate in a way that I have never felt. It was overcome of course, but it fills me with profound wonder."
Medrick had heard the old stories of Queen Alysanne and how her great dragon Silverwing had refused to fly north of the Wall. It seemed the princess had found more success.
"How far north from the Wall did you go?"
"Not too far. I do have a schedule to keep."
"Ah, yes. About that. I know you had intended to stay only for a few more days, but I was wondering if you would care to join us for a hunt?"
"If it can be done quickly, ser. I will be returning to King's Landing and Dragonstone soon to check on my family and then continue the tour."
He hummed a bit before venturing forward with a half-jest, "I take it then you are not so enraptured by the North and myself that you've no need to see other suitors?"
Elaena graced him with a smile. "I have made obligations to give all a fair hearing. Shall we set off for the hunt this eve, or wait for the morrow?"
"The morrow will be fine, Your Grace."
The hunt turned out well enough. He demonstrated his skill with the bow and took down a large elk. As he suspected, Elaena was not the squeamish sort, and did not look away from the killing. She had congratulated him, but overall she seemed dispassionate about the whole event. It wasn't as if he suspected that she would fawn over his prowess, but once more he garnered the impression that she was unmoved by his efforts.
She ended her visit with compliments to him and his father for being gracious hosts. A further thank you for the gifts, and then she was off flying to the south.
***
Viserys was eagerly anticipating the return of his favorite daughter. He had missed their morning walks. He had diligently continued them, despite the fact that his foot was bothering him again. It simply was not the same without Elaena. He was used to being invigorated by their conversations. They always left him ready to seize the day.
The council was as trying as ever; Otto had been more insistent on certain items of state. The man picked the most irritating times to suddenly push forward a dozen decisions to the fore. The lack of a great start to his day, his lady wife pregnant again, and the increased workload of the small council contributed to Viserys being grumpier than usual.
Nothing could sour the mood of reunion with Elaena however, and a servant brought a message that the silver dragon had landed in the Dragon Pit. Viserys moved with haste, despite his foot, and went out to meet his daughter.
When he arrived at the entrance of the Red Keep, his daughter was coming through the gates with House Targaryen guards by her side, as well as Prince Aemond who was speaking with her. With Ser Harrold at his side, Viserys approached them.
Elaena stepped into his embrace and held on to him for longer than her usual. She seemed healthy and well after her travels to the Vale and the North. Her silver hair was messy, despite the braid she wore it in. Flying through the air had a tendency to disrupt it despite all the efforts his daughters took. Already his aches receded and his mind became more buoyant.
"It is good to see you, Elaena! Have you found your husband?"
She laughed lightly. "Father, as I've told my suitors, and you, I intend to see most of Westeros on this tour. I will not decide before seeing all those who would strive for my hand."
"Yes, yes, but did you find someone suitable to your liking?" Viserys asked, deeply curious.
"I have found two candidates that are still in contention. I could envision myself content as a wife to them."
"Who?" Aemond interjected. Viserys had forgotten he was still there.
"Hmm, I'm not sure I should say," Elaena said, considering. "Gossiping over my potential choices could lead to offense, or worse, my future suitors might try to tailor their answers to what they think I want to hear instead of being genuine."
"Yes, but I need to know they are worthy of your hand." Aemond rebutted.
Viserys clapped the boy's shoulder. "Maybe if you were an older brother, instead of a younger. Go run along now, I'd like to speak with my daughter further."
The boy stiffened, but bowed his head. "Your Grace." And then departed, walking at a fast clip back toward the Royal Apartments.
"I do want to tell you more, father, but let me speak to both you and mother together, as I'm sure she will also have questions. In the interim, how fares the city? Has the small council been keeping you busy?"
Viserys thought that made sense. Alicent had been anxious for Elaena's return. Alicent knew there was a schedule, but had brought up the idea of delaying Elaena's next departure. Viserys was sympathetic, he too had missed his daughter. But it would not do to make would-be suitors wait. Since Elaena was not travelling to every holding, some would have travelled a fair distance.
"They have been keeping me busy. Otto wishes the Waywardens to be expanded upon maritime routes as well."
Elaena's inquisitive eyes widened a bit. "That is interesting; what have you decided?"
"Most of my council agrees. Lyman had concerns regarding the cost. Tyland in particularly thought Otto's suggestion a grand one. It was good of him to suggest that the ones who most benefited from trade over the waters bear the brunt of the costs, since it would be their profits that go up. Tyland is typically quite the miser, but additional taxes on Lannisport trade to pay for ships and men to man the routes was something he found acceptable."
Elaena nodded. "Of course it wouldn't just be Lannisport that would pay this additional tax, it would be all ports, such as Driftmark, Dragonstone, White Harbor, and Gulltown."
"Yes, and it seems fair, but Lyman wanted to look at alternative funding methods."
"Hmm, preventing piracy on the seas would be beneficial for all, but losses from seaborne assaults are quite rare these days given the Velaryon fleet in the Stepstones. I'm sure there were some specific considerations the Lord Hand had that prompted this suggestion, I'm eager to speak with him after I discuss how my tour has gone with you and mother."
Viserys chuckled. His daughter was so earnest, dutiful, and curious. Even on the day she returned, she was looking for ways to help the family!
***
Helaena knew she was dreaming. She often did. Sometimes she knew she was dreaming while awake. And sometimes she was awake when she was dreaming. When she would wake, trying to remember what she saw was like trying to hold water in her hand while running. Possible, but she had to try to keep most of it. But what was lost? And was what was kept a true possibility?
She didn't know. What she did know is she dreamed of snow. She dreamed of the earth shaking. She dreamed of things… of creatures… with terrible blue eyes. Eyes that were filled with a malevolence that matched the eyes of her sister in the darkest of her dreams. She dreamed of dragons dying in the darkness. She dreamed of Dreamfyre crashing into the ceiling of the Dragon Pit to her death. The sight of broken chain fetters still strung across her body as the rocks buried her horrified Helaena. She dreamed, and dreamed, and remembered, and forgot.
Too loud. My own head is too loud!
The dawn had not yet come, but sleep would be impossible for her. Instead, she rose and lit a candle. She began to draw, to paint what she had seen. The blue eyes. They were terrifying. Around them was flesh, pale as milk. Why did those eyes terrify her so much?
She shook her head and put the canvas down. Her sister had arrived yesterday. Helaena loved Elaena, but also feared what she may become.
Can I trust what I see? Can I trust something that contradicts itself?
Helaena truly did not know what to think. Her sister had always been a sea of calm to swim in. Of all her siblings, she most enjoyed Elaena's presence. Elaena could be loud, but it was rare. She was like Dreamfyre in that sense. Dreamfyre could roar with the best of them, but she was typically quiet, even the joy of flying did not cause much ruckus.
It seemed Helaena was to marry Aegon. Aegon was loud. It wasn't his fault; some people were just louder than others. He tried to be quiet, but his every movement screamed out. Helaena would do what she could, but she could not see herself spending much time with just him.
Aemond was also loud, but predictably so. His sound almost never varied, always intense, always there, and despite the volume, she found it comforting.
Daenora had been noisy, but it was fading. Helaena found that sad, even if it meant being around her was less exhausting. It was too early to say how loud Uthor would be, and Helaena could not recall Daeron very much. She had not seen him in some time.
As was typical for Helaena, when the time came to eat her first meal, the servants brought it to her in her room. She enjoyed the oat porridge and bread, and was interrupted with a soft knock halfway through.
"Yes?"
"Sister, may I join you?"
Helaena gave her assent and Elaena walked in. They smiled at each other, but made no move to embrace, instead Elaena sat down across from her. The two began to talk, and Elaena asked how things were going with her and the rest of the family. She also displayed an interest in any new paintings and sketches.
"I did paint recently, but I do not like them. They depict something I wish to never see."
"May I see them?"
"Yes."
Helaena showed her the painting of the eyes.
"Fearsome indeed. If the depiction bothers you, I would take it off your hands."
Helaena shrugged, for she did not care one way or the other. It wasn't as if the painting being nearby would change anything.
"You may have it, of course."
"Thank you. Helaena, I'd like to see if you would be interested in an intellectual pursuit. I learned of a game called Cyvasse in my travels. I believe with your ability to visualize, you could do well."
Helaena listened to the explanation of the game. It wasn't something that appealed to her that much, but she always wished to stay on Elaena's good side. Her feelings about her sister were always convoluted. She cherished the quiet with her, but also feared the Elaena of her visions. Playing this game would give her more time with Elaena, and would appease her. Like Elaena taught, when you could strike two rats with one stone, you should do so.
"I would love to."
Elaena smiled and grew minutely louder. The game board and pieces would be arriving in a few days. Her sister had commissioned a set and it would be arriving by sea within the week. Soon it was time for Elaena to leave. She was going to go visit Aegon, but in the afternoon all of them would go flying. Helaena enjoyed being close to Dreamfyre, especially when flying. Feeling Dreamfyre beneath her, soaring through the clouds, would help her not think of her dragon's horrific demise. As if to deny that fate she flew Helaena higher and higher, higher than she had ever flown before.
Below her she saw Sunfyre and Vermithor. Even the mighty Bronze Fury seemed small from her height.
Viktoriya flew beside her. Elaena spoke loudly over the wind.
"Helaena, 'tis dangerous to ascend this high. You will take chill and have difficulty breathing."
Helaena noticed that too; she was growing faint. With a nod and a command she flew Dreamfyre back down to the altitude of her brothers.
That was what Elaena did. She looked after them. Always. It was always unimaginable to compare the Elaena she knew when awake to that of the one in her dreams. Sometimes she felt she was going mad trying to reconcile the two.
***
Rhaenyra was delighted to see her sister. She had chosen to meet with her privately at first. Afterwards they would feast together with the rest of the family. Daemon had chosen to stay on Driftmark, but Laena was visiting with the twins and Maegor.
"So, go on, have you picked anyone? Who was the handsomest?"
Elaena arched one of her perfect silver eyebrows, "Handsomest? That is in the eye of the beholder, of course, but not overmuch important. Looks can fade over time. I have instead focused on more important considerations."
"Gods preserve me! This is the man you intend to marry, surely, you've given thought to his appearance!"
"Appearances are important, a match who can not attire himself properly for meeting with a princess is wholly unsuited of course. There were some like that, but since I've dismissed them from consideration – I care not to speak of it."
Rhaenyra sighed. This was going to be far less fun than she had thought.
"Who has appealed to you then?"
"There are a few who have caught my eye. Will you content yourself with three names?"
"Yes, do go on. Is one of them Lord Roland Crayne? I've heard he is quite comely."
"No." Elaena's voice was short and firm.
"Not your type? No matter, who has caught your eye?"
"Ser Garland Grafton, Hamish Arryn, and Ser Medrick Manderly."
Rhaenyra closed her eyes briefly and tried to recall what she knew of those.
"Ser Medrick is a courtly knight, very much at odds with the typical behavior of the North. He'll be Lord of White Harbor one day. If you like the chilly climates, I could see advantages. It is a bit far from King's Landing for my liking. I've not heard of any poor aspect to his character, but then I hear little of the North from here. What is he like?"
"He knows his courtesies, is martially inclined, and has taken the courtship seriously. I am impressed by the gifts he chose for me."
"But?" Rhaenyra asked, for she could tell there was something lingering.
"He is rather a bore, someone who lacks an inquisitive nature about the world about him. Viktoriya is also not fond of the cold."
Rhaenyra nodded. "Our dragons do seek warmer environs. Ser Garland Grafton, he will be Lord of Gulltown, right? I've heard he's done passingly well in some tournaments."
"He is also eager, but Gulltown will be his to rule in name only. The Gilded Falcon is the one who controls trade. I found him only slightly more able a conversational partner than Ser Medrick, but I suspect that will be a common occurrence. There are also intrigues in the Vale that I am not sure I fully wish to deal with."
"You refer to those ghastly murders? The ones so close to where you were staying? Is the rumor from the city that they were part of some political ploy?"
Elaena hesitated before answering, something that Rhaenyra knew most people would not catch if they had not grown up around her.
"I could not say for certain."
Rhaenyra was curious, but she was more curious about the suitors than of Vale politics.
"What about this Hamish Arryn? I do not recall ever hearing that name."
"He is the nephew of the Gilded Falcon. Nominally his heir, though not for long, and that is the problem with him. He will inherit few lands."
"Then why is he on your list of potentials?"
Elaena's lips upturned ever so fractionally. "I like him. He has a quick wit, and has introduced to me a game called Cyvasse. Something I'd like to teach my nephews. Jace is the right age, but the others are a little young for it. It will teach them strategy and planning."
Rhaenyra's own smile was much wider. Finally! Her sister had fallen for someone after all. Gulltown was closer than White Harbor, so that suited her fine.
It would be quite a scandalous step down for a royal princess. Still, I could probably convince father to accept such a match.
"Tell me more about this Hamish. What color are his eyes?"
Elaena's eye twitched for a moment, and then with a sigh proceeded to describe the features of her potential husband. Rhaenyra was a bit confused; he didn't sound particularly striking to her. And a male noble who didn't wish to become a knight?
Is he a coward? Does have some ailment?
Rhaenyra wanted her sister to be happy. But clearly, she was seeing this boy with her heart's eyes. Perhaps she should visit Hamish herself and see what the fuss was about.
"Rhaenyra, now that you've had your fill… I wanted to ask if you or Lord Corlys knew about the recent proposal on the small council regarding expanding the Waywardens to the shipping routes?"
She blinked. "No, I haven't heard of anything of the sort."
"Nor then the proposed increase in taxes to pay for it?"
Rhaenyra frowned. "No… it would seem odd. Didn't father reduce the level of taxation a few years ago? The nobility will be unhappy with it being raised again; it would have better not to do it at all if this would be the result."
Elaena looked at her closely. "Who do you have in King's Landing to represent the interests of Dragonstone and Driftmark?"
Rhaenyra blinked. "Well, father does of course!"
"That seems insufficient. As the heir to the Seven Kingdoms, it would be wise for you, or someone who represents you, to speak on your behalf in King's Landing. It need not be a formal position on the small council, but someone."
Rhaenyra chewed her lip. Alicent's father as the Hand could cause many problems. She supposed that he was moving slowly after regaining power, lest he offend and be removed again, but now he would start acting on behalf of his daughter and grandchildren.
"I will think on it, but I have no desire to live in King's Landing again near that whore."
"Do not call my mother that."
"She's not your mother!" Rhaenyra raised her voice in anger.
"Not by blood, but by custom, and tradition. She married my father while I was very young. Mother has also been a dutiful wife to our father. Do not demean yourself by uttering denigrating statements that are not the truth."
Rhaenyra glared at her sister. "If that is how you feel, sister, then for the love I hold for you, I shall try to curb my tongue when it comes to Alicent while you are here."
"Thank you. I am eager to see my nephews, and my good-brother. It will be a delight to fly with everyone again."
Rhaenyra slowly let her irritation fade. Alicent was in King's Landing and saw Elaena daily. That sort of closeness was bound to lead to some care for each other.
It may indeed be good for Elaena not to be around King's Landing. I had hoped she would be close so she could continue her visits to Dragonstone. But getting away from the viper that is Alicent is of more importance.
***
For Forrest Frey, life had become tumultuous in recent years. His older brother had fallen from his horse and died, making Forrest the new heir to the Crossing. This had created a new urgency in finding a wife for himself, as his father was growing quite frail and feeble in his dotage. Lord Vypren had pushed forward his daughter and was offering a more than generous dowry. All that was put on hold when the announcement came that Princess Elaena was going on a tour to meet with potential suitors.
Men mocked Forrest in their cups and called him the "The Fool Frey" for his boldness in asking the hand of the King's eldest daughter, while only being a second son. He cared not for their mockery; he had seen the beauty of Princess Rhaenyra and had been smitten. He would have cursed himself as a true fool for the rest of his life for not making the attempt.
The Gods had given him a second chance. The stars were aligning perfectly for him. He grieved for his brother, but Forrest saw the opportunity it now brought him. He would be the next Lord of the Crossing. He was one of the most powerful nobles of the Riverlands, a skilled knight, and willing to do what whatever it took to win this match.
There were two other suitors for her hand at the Twins, but they were not seriously in contention. When the time came for Elaena to arrive, much of the castle came out to witness her majestic dragon land. Pleasantries were exchanged and Forrest finally had the opportunity to speak with her.
"Princess Elaena, how was your flight?"
"Wonderful, as always. Viktoriya is by far my preferred means of travel."
"Certainly the fastest!" Forrest replied with cheer in his voice.
The two felt each other out as they engaged in small talk. It was clear to the Frey heir that Elaena possessed an eloquent command of language, and that her tongue was perhaps even more silver than her radiant hair. She could easily have taken charge of the conversation, even outside of her status, but she instead asked questions to observe how he responded.
Forrest was never one for half-measures. He took Elaena's hand and held it up.
"I have seen enough, Your Grace. You are the one I wish to wed. Tell me what I must do to make it so."
Elaena titled her head in response, "You are bold, I will grant you that." She made no move to withdraw her hand. "I have many suitors to see, what exactly are you offering?"
"Why do you speak as if this is a negotiation? I want to be your husband. I am willing to do what it takes. There is no need for coy behavior as if we were bartering a toll. Tell me what you need of me, and I will accept."
Elaena pulled back her hand. "I do not know you, ser. The purpose of my visit is to get to know you, and then make the comparisons with the others who would seek my hand. Tell me, why this match? Why do you desire to wed a Targaryen Princess?"
Forrest smiled. "Am I that obvious? 'Tis true, even if you were plain looking and simple-minded, I would have sought your hand. But you are neither. You are grace personified, fair as the first light of dawn, and clearly are anything but simple. As to why? Dragons. I have always been fascinated with them. They are amazing creatures. Ever since I was a boy, they have held me under a spell."
"They are grand." Elaena agreed. "There is an appeal to your directness, so I will answer in kind. I do not wish to be in the birthing bed more than twice. The act of procreation is not one I believe will bring me joy, and as such once I have birthed two children, we would not lie again together as man and woman."
Forrest's brow wrinkled.
A harsh stipulation, for I spoke truly, her Targaryen features and blue eyes are striking and lovely.
"I cannot pretend to be happy with such a condition, but it is one I could abide by. I have many cousins and nephews if we only had daughters."
"And if I wished a daughter to inherit?"
Forrest shifted with uncertainty. This sounded close to court politics regarding the King's heir. Elaena was said to be close to both factions, if he answered wrong, he worried it would doom his chances.
"It creates difficulties, but should said daughter have a dragon, I doubt any of my kin would attempt to object."
Elaena let out a short laugh.
"You are an unexpected delight, Ser Forrest. You certainly have my attention, come, let us speak more of the Twins, and your lands. Convince me of what you have to offer and why I should make this my home in comparison to one of the major cities of Westeros."
Forrest regaled her with tales of the Riverlands. He spoke on the importance of the Green Fork of the Trident, and the vast region that was under Frey sway.
"We are wealthier than our overlords, and can field more men. House Frey is the best match you can find in the Riverlands, for certain. While we have no great city, many travelers use the only crossing for leagues in all directions. You will have singers, dancers, and storytellers to your heart's content."
Forrest watched Elaena as he spoke, she kept a courtly mien and gave little way, but he could tell the areas of interest that he spoke of in the sharpening of her eyes. Talk of the crossing and wealth seemed to appeal to her. Rumor had it that when she was younger, the King allowed her to name the Dragon Bank. She wore few pieces of jewelry, yet she cared of wealth. Truly, she was a fascinating mystery to Forrest.
In the following days Forrest dined with her, rode with her, and even had the opportunity to touch the scales of Viktoriya. That had been a wonderous experience. He thought he had made a solid impression on the princess, but she had demurred in making a decision, only saying that she would honor her prior word to give each suitor an opportunity. Forrest could only pray to the Gods that he would be the one chosen.
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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 21
Notes:
Thank you to MARch_Of_Time for the proofreading assistance!
Also just a quick Author's Note: Yes, some of the nobility are very very dumb.
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"I'll lap up muddy water if that's what it takes to survive. Life is a battle in and of itself." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 1
Kermit Tully knew one day he would get married; he was the son of Elmo Tully, who was the heir to Riverrun and one day future Paramount Lord of the Riverlands. But that wouldn't be for years. All this fuss over him being 'presentable' as a potential match made the eight-year-old boy weary. He wanted to go play, not sit and talk with some flowery princess.
Let Amos Bracken have her.
He couldn't tell his father, or his even more fearsome grandfather, Grover Tully, that. So he allowed himself to be fussed over by the servants who made sure his tunic and breeches were all fresh, clean, and neat looking.
After meeting the princess he would be expected to sit by her for the whole feast and "keep her entertained." That would be a tall order; everyone knew girls like boring things like dancing, jewelry, and flowers. It wasn't fair that he had to go first before the other suitors. Ser Stanton Piper was closer in age to the princess and already a knight; let him be bored! On the bright side, he would soon get to see a dragon.
He would have preferred to see the deadly Seasmoke, but a dragon was a dragon. Elaena's sister was married to the Dark Storm, maybe he could convince her to tell him some stories? That at least wouldn't be boring.
They had lined themselves up outside of Riverrun for the arrival. The princess was prompt, which Kermit was glad of. It was boring standing around and doing nothing fun that would dirty his clothing. The dragon was incredible! Viktoriya was her name, and his father had said the dragon was a smaller version of Silverwing, and even looked a bit like Seasmoke.
Bread, wine, and salt were provided to the Targaryen princess, and then Kermit found himself being introduced. He recalled the words he had been drilled on.
"Be welcome to Riverrun, Princess Elaena. I will be your escort and guide for the first two days of your visit. I will ensure you come to no harm, and hope that you see me as your future husband and guardian."
She smiled at him. "I am in your care, my lord."
Elaena looked nice, and she wasn't even wearing a dress, so that already made him like her more. The people around them gave them privacy as they strolled back to the castle. He had been advised on what to speak of, but it just seemed awkward to say such things to a princess. He felt like he had a frog in his throat when he tried to speak the words his family had suggested. Instead he chose to ask what he really wanted to know.
"You don't live very far from Driftmark, right?"
"No, it is just a short flight on dragonback from King's Landing. I visit often. Why do you ask?"
"Does Laenor Velaryon ever tell you stories of his battles?"
Elaena's lips curled into a smile. "My good-brother does not speak of his battles often, but we have talked more than once about them. What would you like to know?"
Kermit broke into a smile. He had been hoping that was the case. "How did he defeat both the Dornish and pirate fleets? They say he did alone what he and Prince Daemon couldn't do together years earlier. Did Seasmoke get bigger? Did he use some new strategy?"
"Good questions! Kermit, with your concerns on the tactics of warfare, you may want to learn a game popular in Essos called Cyvasse. More on that later, first let me address your question. My good-brother had learned how to avoid scorpion bolts and use the cover of darkness to his advantage. A scorpion is limited in the angle it can fire bolts. Laenor knew the arithmetic involved to avoid being in their line of fire. The rest, he left to Seasmoke to burn and move on."
"You mean sums and boring Maester lessons matter in battle?"
"Indeed they do! Laenor makes certain his sons are well versed in those concepts. They are all dragonriders themselves, so it may come in handy again in the future."
Kermit continued chattering away and concluded that Elaena was not so uninteresting. It would be nice to one day talk to the Dark Storm himself, but this was a close second. After they made it to the castle, they parted ways for a time to prepare for the welcoming feast.
Elaena reappeared, and looked more girlish than she had before. Gone were the riding leathers, replaced with a blue dress and a necklace of red gemstones. Elaena was seated right next to him. Where at first, he had been grateful that his father Elmo would be across from him and Elaena, now he wished he was more secluded with the princess. She had fascinating stories and had just started telling him about a game that was pretend-war.
"And how has my son been treating you, Princess Elaena?"
"He has been a wonderful companion. However, as I wrote to your father earlier, his youth creates some problems."
"Oh I am well aware, and we do not intend to waste your time, but it provides time for us to discuss some concerns."
"Concerns?"
Much of the conversation went over his head. Instead, Kermit focused on minding his manners and using his eating utensils like the Maester had taught him. They were talking about the Freys and then the Dragon Bank. When he heard the word dragon, he had perked up, but then when he realized it was copper counting, his attention wandered.
As the night began to close Kermit gave a yawn.
"The conversation has been most productive, Ser Elmo. Before I leave, I will draw up the necessary figures for your father and your Maester to review. I believe the terms will be viewed as fair and mutually beneficial. I thank you for the warning about Bracken, but rest assured it will be no issue."
Kermit wasn't sure what that was all about, but it was time for bed. He knew he would be dreaming of dragons and battle. The day had turned out rather fun!
***
Otto Hightower disliked facing setbacks. The Velaryon power was in ascendence, and it needed to be curbed. Rather than facing financial ruin and disgraceful defeat, they had won the Stepstones and cowed their enemies. He had thought without their disturbingly able conspirator, Elaena, there had been an opportunity to push forward financial countermeasures against that troublesome house, but those had been thwarted.
If Daemon thought that I would move slower, he has learned better now.
No sooner than the marriage tour for Elaena began had Otto pushed forward with his agenda. Obtaining the backing of the rest of the council, save for Beesbury, before pushing it upon Viserys had very nearly allowed his scheme to come to fruition. Unfortunately, Elaena, and now Rhaenys had convinced Viserys that it would not be wise.
"How are you faring with the pregnancy, Alicent?" The two were eating a meal together in the privacy of his office.
"Well enough, it is exhausting as always, but the Grand Maester believes the babe to be healthy, and me as well."
"Good. Daenora is reaching the age where she can claim a dragon soon. As soon as she is able to attempt such a thing, she should try to bond with Silverwing."
Alicent frowned. "She is only six, father. I would like to wait a couple of years."
"And risk Daemon bringing his daughter to the Dragon Pit and claiming her? See that she is ready sooner than late."
"Yes, father."
Alicent was dutiful, if simple. She had to be prodded and reminded at times, but at least she was obedient.
If only all my children shared that trait.
"In the past you have insisted that Elaena is neutral in this game of thrones between you and Rhaenyra. Have you noticed that almost as soon as Elaena leaves King's Landing, the Blacks send someone to see to their interests?"
His daughter blinked in surprise. "Surely that is a coincidence. Elaena does not involve herself with these sorts of intrigues. You tell me she discusses political matters with you, but you know how she is with the bank. It is her little project. Other women collect jewelry, or commission gardens to be maintained with unique flora…"
Otto sighed, interrupting Alicent. "You try my patience. It is painfully obvious she is the reason my efforts to diminish our enemies have yielded little fruit of late. The only reason I am not even more vexed with you, is that I too underestimated her at first. She is not just a pawn, but a player. I suspect her intellect places her on what effectively is the Blacks' small council."
Alicent shook her head in negation to this obvious truth.
"You are wrong father; you are jumping at shadows."
"She is not even of your blood! This willful blindness of yours will damn us." He angrily stood up.
At his words, his daughter's countenance shuttered, and she looked at him as if he had thrust a knife betwixt her ribs. Alicent opened her mouth to object, but Otto interrupted her.
"I've no more time to try to convince you of the obvious. Stew in your ignorant delusions, daughter, it ultimately matters not."
Just after leaving his distraught daughter, Otto sent a servant with a missive to Rhaenys. It was time to see what he could glean from his opponent. He had spoken truthfully to his daughter, Elaena was sharp, and discerning. There was no way she could be communicating back and forth with Dragonstone or Driftmark with the promptness of their negotiations. She was sure of herself, which meant that Daemon and Rhaenyra had given her substantial autonomy and trust.
Several hours later he found himself across from Rhaenys. The fierce woman was still beautiful, despite her age. Her lilac eyes met his and there was a steadiness to her gaze that was quite unlike the King's.
"My Lord Hand." She gave the shallowest of nods as she spoke.
"Lady Rhaenys, thank you for accepting my invitation. How is your family? Seven grandchildren, all are hale and healthy I hope?"
"Yes," she said crisply, "they are quite well. All seven of them."
Otto wondered at that. He also wondered what she thought of Daemon naming his deformed child Maegor. But he didn't ask.
"I was curious, how long do you intend to stay in King's Landing? I know how important your family is to you, and being apart can create much sorrow."
Her eyes widened a fraction. "You dare make threats?"
Otto shook his head hastily. "You wound me; I would not do such a thing. I meant a sorrow of the heart, on missing the moments with your loved ones."
Rhaenys exhaled. "Forgive me, but after your latest attempt at causing harm to my house, I leap to the worst possible interpretation. For that, you have only yourself to blame. My cousin thinks you meant well, but it was clear that you sought to harm the finances of House Velaryon. It will not soon be forgotten."
"In the end, nothing came of it. We each have our objectives, but there is no reason we cannot be cordial in our opposition. Your predecessor and I managed to be civil."
"Your recollection of the past differs from others."
Otto frowned.
What an odd way of phrasing that.
"No matter. In a month's time we will be reviewing the budget and seeing how much of a surplus we have. I believe our prior agreement still suits both of our needs."
Rhaenys looked at him, her eyes calculating. "Put it in writing, my Lord Hand, and I will review the details."
"When we have the exact numbers, we will review them. Much of the excess may be used for the royal wedding next year. Our King wishes it to be a grand event."
Rhaenys nodded. "Viserys dotes on his daughter; it is to be expected."
Otto gave her a thin smile.
You remind me of my disadvantage, what is it that you hope to gain. It wouldn't have been brought up for nothing.
"I suppose you have something to bring before King and council soon?"
Rhaenys took a swallow of wine from her cup. "Very good, Hightower, very good. I'm sure you already know the details, but Daemon is insistent on incorporating the Stepstones into the Seven Kingdoms as a Kingdom, much like the Iron Islands. He would swear fealty to the crown, and he and all his descendants would rule the Stepstones. Two small islands have been set aside for Vaemond and his heirs to serve as vassals to Daemon."
This was not news he had known. The idea of the Stepstones being given equal weight as the Iron Islands was rather daring. The Stepstones had more trade pass through their waters, but the Iron Islands had significantly larger islands and a much larger population.
"Daemon has pride enough for three men."
Rhaenys smiled for the first time since entering the room. "On that we agree! It was my son who won the final victory, but of course his children will inherit the Iron Throne and Driftmark, which satisfies both my husband and I. This does give our Laena's children a place of their own. Despite my frustrations with my daughter's husband, he has our backing."
Of course he does. Whatever squabbles the Blacks have amongst yourselves, you always act in concert with each other when time comes for the doing.
Otto wished he had as many capable people as his opposition had. Tyland Lannister and Larys Strong were the only two reliable minds he could count upon. His older brother was a cretin, and Otto's own sons were proving difficult to manage. Meanwhile Daemon and Rhaenyra had a slew of capable individuals.
Corlys, Rhaenys, Elaena, the damnable Dark Storm, and so many others could be counted on as incredible warriors, leaders, and politicians. Otto had his work cut out for him, it would take all his savvy and intelligence to win the inevitable open warfare once Viserys died.
"There was much to object to, what are you offering for me not objecting?" Otto asked.
"Offer? What do you think this is?"
Otto frowned again.
"I see, so things have changed. I will remind you that Viserys cares for his wife, he cares for my friendship, and he heeds the counsel provided by his council. Do not think you have as much leverage as you think you do."
They parted ways, and Otto wondered about what the Blacks were trying to do. Why allow for more than two years of negotiated agreements with their representative in Elaena, and now they choose to appeal to Viserys directly? Otto was troubled, but they had erred by choosing to die on the hill of Daemon's pride. That, at least, would be an easy move to counter with Viserys.
***
Kevan Lefford and his father did not always see the world in the same way. Humfrey Lefford was a very traditional sort of noble. He liked the world as it was, and did not like changes to it. The forced changes in tax bookkeeping annoyed him more really on principle. The loss of some gold was overall rather minor compared to the vastness of their coffers.
Golden Tooth had been aptly named, for gold had been aplenty in the mountain mines for hundreds of years, gold wheat filled the fields, and wide valleys of their lands, and gold was the sunny weather of its pleasant climate. Kevan knew that was not the only source of their wealth. Trade along the River Road flowed between the Westerlands and the Riverlands through the Tooth. This had made their house fantastically wealthy, only second to House Lannister in the Westerlands. Outside of the Westerlands, they were only surpassed by the houses of Targaryen, Hightower, Velaryon, and Redwyne. His father took some pride in the wealth of his house outstripping the Tyrells, Tullys, Starks, Baratheons, and Arryns. Though with the Tyrells it was a near thing.
His father also disliked the Dragon Bank. The Targaryens already had dragons, why did they need to intrude on financial matters as well? Or at least that what was his father, regularly, said during dinner. House Lefford had followed their overlord's lead, and had nothing to do with the bank.
Which was a mistake.
That very sentiment was what he was explaining to Princess Elaena Targaryen.
"Your Grace, what I have struggled to get my father to understand, is that the best way to resolve a conflict is to end it in such a way that your once opposition, is instead your new ally."
Elaena's vibrant blue eyes seemed to sparkle. "Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?"
Kevan's smile was not the fake smile of court; no, it was genuine.
"That… that is perfect! That is what I try to make him understand. We should not oppose the Dragon Bank; we should embrace it and make sure we have sway with it. We have no need for loans for ourselves, but we could provide investment coin and have it lent out. Lefford could ingratiate itself with Beesbury and his men, and even help steer a course for it that benefits us."
Elaena studied him. "And your father, he was not convinced?"
Kevan spread his heads, "I am only an heir at this point. I could convince him if it wasn't for House Lannister. They make it clear none in the Westerlands should have any dealings with the Dragon Bank."
"I wish your father no ill will, but I do look forward to the day your house can join in the business dealings. My own father is quite proud of his mark on the Targaryen dynasty."
Kevan quirked an eyebrow at the guest in his home. He had seen her fly in on a dragon. Seen her accept the welcome rights from his surly father, having done so with poise and grace. She did not seem the type to allow small obstacles to prevent her form getting what she wanted.
Kevan liked that. That feeling about her. So he followed his intuition.
"Giving up so soon?"
Elaena narrowed her eyes dangerously, and the room suddenly felt still. "Speak plainly."
"If you chose me as your match, that changes the dynamics." Kevan explained.
Elaena's gaze softened, and the strange pressure that had built up in the room dissipated completely. Kevan adjusted his collar to ease the sudden cold sweat accompanying his quickened heartbeats.
"Ah, I see now. Well, as to that, I have promised to give each suitor a meeting. To be clear here, you are saying that if I chose you, your father would be convinced to open relations with the Dragon Bank, despite his overlord's resistance?"
"Yes. We owe the Lannisters our allegiance, but we are not their slaves. We can do business with whom we like. What can they do? Rouse their armies against us? A rather large hue and cry will occur throughout the Westerlands, to say nothing of what King Viserys will do when the daughter he calls "The Realm's Blessing" is put in danger."
Elaena was nodding.
"This is well thought out, Kevan. You intrigue me, and I have some questions on what you would expect and would tolerate as my spouse."
From there Elaena dug into him like a confessor. He answered truthfully, for lying to the sharp-eyed princess seemed foolish. No – he would not like not having his marital rights, but yes, he would respect her limitations. No, he did not mind only two children. No, he did not see an issue with a daughter inheriting.
"Though I would insist that if I have a daughter inherit, it would be expected her children take on the Lefford name, and not their father's."
Kevan wondered if the princess knew just how much her hand was worth. A dragon is a formidable piece on the board. Even without the dragon, his father's spies said that Elaena was the apple of the King's eye. The succession was muddy, but what was known was that Aegon and Rhaenyra both viewed Elaena with favor. Whoever married her would have immense political power.
More questions were asked; she was quite curious about what the Westerlands had to offer. Thankfully, he had ready answers. Many lords dismissed 'counting coppers' as beneath them, but those who thought that way were fools. Wealth, and its proper use, was how dynasties were created.
It delighted him that she would ask additional questions that built upon his answers. Her understanding of the economics of trade was impressive, as was her clear intellect. Even so, after she was done with the questioning, he felt like a dried-out rug. She was his junior by four years, but her knowledge of such matters was clearly superior to his. Unlike many of his peerage, he did not mind being outclassed. It boded well for the potential of their, hopefully, future children.
"This has been a delightful evening, Kevan. What do you have planned for us on the morrow?"
"Not knowing your tastes, I had nothing planned. There are a variety of activities we can do. We can go riding, we can stroll through the nearby town's markets, you can watch me spar with the men, you can get to know the ladies in the area, or something completely different. You tell me what you wish to do and what you wish to experience to help make your decision, and I will see to it."
Kevan knew he was not the epitome of a maiden's fancy, but he took care to stay fit and healthy. His ash-blonde hair was not the coloring most appealing, nor was his height particularly impressive. However, Elaena's smile gave him conviction that he had said the right things. He hoped it would be enough, and he hoped his father would be reasonable if Elaena did choose him.
***
Ser Arron Vikary was not fond of what was being done in Casterly Rock, nor his role in the entire affair. The Princess Elaena had arrived in Lannisport, only to learn that she would be hosted in Casterly Rock instead of the city. The accommodations weren't important, but it was all part of a pettiness that Lord Jason Lannister had commanded.
Arron thought it had to do with a grudge Jason had with Princess Rhaenyra. Lannisters were used to getting what they wanted, and he wanted a Targaryen bride. Upon his rejection, his displeasure had been made plain, and those who regularly interacted with the wealthy lord said that he oft jested that he was lucky not to have been chosen, given Rhaenyra's extramarital relations.
Rumors of course, easily denied as slander, for Jason Lannister would never be so uncouth as to speak such thoughts aloud.
Arron thought this sarcastically. If ever called upon it, they would claim it lies, but all in the Westerlands knew of the grudge Jason held. It was one of the reasons why the region had been forbidden from taking part in the Dragon Bank. Even Arron, the heir to a knightly house that had less wealth than many merchants, knew of it.
It began with the formal greeting. Instead of suitors from Banefort, Westerling, and the Lannisport Lannisters, Jason had told the princess that they were delayed unexpectedly, and that they begged her patience. Meanwhile, there were other suitors who had come to press their case.
There was Ser Rolph Yew, an aging knight in his late 70s who wore perfumes to hide a stench. Lord Simon Lantell, who had recently been widowed was a man of short stature but likely the widest man in the Westerlands. Then there was Gylbert Clifton, the second son of another knightly house who was still a boy of five. Ser Arron Vikary knew he was far and away the best of this paltry lot, and knew that he was also utterly unworthy of royal match. He was a decent knight in tournaments, often reaching the later rounds, of an appropriate age, and the ladies liked his features.
To her credit, Elaena did not take visible offense, and instead thanked Lord Lannister for being such a gracious host. She expressed hope that she would get to know and meet each of the surprise suitors in the time allotted.
A welcoming feast and a dance were on the agenda for the evening. Ser Arron watched as Ser Rolph awkwardly danced on the floor with the princess. The other dancers shied away, as the smell coming from him was more poorly masked than typical. The princess did not let it bother her, but he regularly got the moves wrong, and soon a few ladies were snickering within ear shot.
Time to play the dashing hero.
Arron cut in and, "Ser, you look a bit parched, have some wine and allow me to finish the dance with the princess."
Rolph grumbled but relented, as he had been told to do.
"Forgive me for not interjecting sooner."
"You are already proving a better dance partner; thank you, ser."
They danced for a time, and Arron gave her sweet words and polite compliments. When the dancing came to a pause, Elaena sat back down and continued the meal. A serving maid proved 'clumsy' and multiple cups of wine spilled over the princess. Her hair and dress were soaked and Jason loudly apologized for the servant's incompetence.
"Your Grace, if you would like I can have her birched, or even whipped if that is your desire."
Elaena, still dripping with wine, shook her head.
"No need, my Lord Lannister, mistakes can be made by any one of us. But if you will excuse me, I believe I will take my rest for the evening."
Arron knew that she would be given fine quarters, ones next to the feasting hall. And within the feasting hall there would be loud drumming, and music throughout the night. Arron wondered if Jason's little scheme would even reach fruition. More than likely, the princess would leave in a huff. Maybe that would be for the best. Gold was gold, but Targaryens could be vengeful.
The next day, Princess Elaena seemed no worse for wear. Perhaps she had the gift of being able to sleep even in loud environs. It was early for the breaking of the fast, but Casterly Rock worked upon Jason's will. Today was marked with little Gylbert spending the morning with the princess. After which it was Lord Simon's turn.
At the evenings feast, both Simon and Elaena excused themselves early. That night a Maester was summoned and declared that they both had 'indulged overmuch on rich foods' but both were in fine health, but for some discomfort over the next couple of days.
The third day was his 'turn' but Elaena demurred. At the feast, Arron claimed loudly afterwards that Elaena had agreed to him on the morrow, and that his chances for a match were quite positive. The seating for the fourth day of feasting would have him next to her.
She came in, once more looking radiant and without blemish. No one would suspect she'd had sleepless nights and been fed substances that would leave grown men in a privy for hours.
Must be something that royalty learns in their youth.
More sweet words were spoken, and he offered to feed her choice cuts from his plate.
"You are being a bit too forward, ser." Elaena rebuked with a soft voice that did not reach anyone else's ears.
"My apologies, princess. I only wished for you to enjoy yourself after your brief illness."
Elaena's eyes glittered as she scanned the room.
"'Tis interesting who is here today. There are more nobles, including some from the Reach, and even a pair of merchants from Essos."
More witnesses.
"I am curious, what the goal intended here was. Was I to be matched with the worst possible suitors, so that you could look better in comparison? With the idea that even dull bronze can look like gold when served next to a steaming pile of manure?"
Arron recoiled, and looked around to make sure no one could overhear.
"Princess?"
"That didn't make much sense to me. You are heir to a house with little holdings. There were more handsome men on my journeys. There were more accomplished knights. No, even if I wanted to wed you, my family would be greatly opposed. Did you think that I would give my maidenhead so easily? That would put you in grave danger, so that wasn't it either."
"Your Grace…"
"I can only deduce by the chain of events, that you and Jason Lannister sought to keep me off balanced and unsure of myself. Staining a favored dress, having me endure the stench of a rotting noble, and feeding me purgatives, were all part of your little scheme. But to what end?"
She paused for breath, and Arron could only sit in silence; trying to think through the implications.
"You most like intended to loudly humiliate me and refuse me here, in front of additional eyes, that you as a knight could not lay with me prior to marriage. Many would see the other suitors, perhaps even see a level of closeness that you just tried to begin, and believe me a silly girl who got caught up in her desires. You, the noble knight, fearing for what people would say, loudly refuse me. I would be left humiliated, and you viewed with virtue."
"I would never…" Arron began to lie. How had she learned of it?
"Of course, such reputational gains are feeble things. And hardly worth the potential ire of the King. You could always later apologize and say you misunderstood what was being said. Everyone would assume you did so out of fear, and with your public statement made, no vengeance would fall upon you. But my reputation would still be damaged. How does that benefit you? Clearly you are being paid in some manner. Is it a marriage match above your station? Or is it something as pathetic as gold?"
Arron began to redden. She was right on all accounts. He could only assume that the Lannister lord's household had been compromised by the Master of Whisperers' ears. Perhaps the plan could still work, just because she knew it was coming doesn't mean she could do anything to stop it. He was angry at her dismissive words.
He stood up and opened his mouth. Her hand moved as swift as an arrow, and struck him across the face.
"SER! If you ever lay a hand upon my person again, I'll have it removed." She spoke in a raised voice, that all could hear.
"What's this?" Jason Lannister stood up. "What has happened?"
"Ser Arron Vikary placed his hands upon me in a place no man, save for a husband or Maester, should grasp. I am the Princess Elaena Targaryen of House Targaryen. Daughter of King Viserys Targaryen, First of his Name, not some wench in a brothel!"
Arron now grew fearful. By striking first, she had undermined what he had been about to do.
Lord Simon Lantell attempted to defend him.
"Your Grace, I have known Ser Arron for some time, that is not the type of behavior he would engage in."
Elaena pinned the fat oaf with a stare.
"Perhaps you are right, perhaps it was accident." Her gaze shifted back to Arron. "If so, he can apologize to me this instant, and I can retire to my rooms." Those blue eyes were chips of ice as they bore into his. Arron felt a surge of restless energy fill his veins, like what he felt right before an important joust. The urge to get away from the situation was overwhelming. If he continued to deny that it happened, he knew the princess would declare him a liar, and should she wish to pursue it, she could even take it to the King's Justice.
"Your Grace, please forgive me. I… I am a bit in my cups and meant only to garner your attention, never that. I am a knight anointed by the Seven, I would never seek to do such a thing, forgive me for my clumsiness, I will trouble you no further."
Elaena gave a nod. "You are forgiven, but I believe my time here has been clouded by this. Lord Jason, if we could confer in private, before I retire, I intend to make my departure sooner than planned."
Jason was frowning, but could not object. Arron watched as the two left the feast. He had not thought this would happen. He had not thought Elaena would learn of the plan, or be so ruthless as falsely accuse of him of impropriety. His hands were shaking, he realized now that he had been blinded by his greed.
Hours later, he was summoned to Lord Lannister's solar.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"My lord, she knew! You must seek out who betrayed you, the Master of Whisperers' reach is long and…"
"You ignorant lout, do not speak to me of the Master of Whisperers as if my brother did not speak with him regularly! Now, I need to know exactly what she said to you."
Arron repeated as best as he could remember what Elaena had spoken to him in barely above a whisper during the feast.
Jason's face grew paler.
"She suspects we poisoned her food with purgatives? She made no mention of it just now. I had thought that with her dining companion also suffering, she would not suspect. No matter, nothing can be proven, and it would be best to take no chances that this could be corroborated. Guards!"
Several guards came in. Arron looked at them warily.
"My Lord, please, I only did as…"
With a signal from Jason's hand, the guards drew their blades and Arron felt cold steel enter warm flesh.
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