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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 8
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Amazing thank you to MARch_Of_Time for their proofreading work!
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"I guess it really was worth investing in human capital all this time. Wise investments bring about unbelievably huge returns. At first, I thought they would merely serve as a decent meat wall, but… I think I can feel tears in my eyes. My battalion has become an indispensable part of my toolset. They're like a well-tuned piano. An instrument familiar to your hands is an optimal weapon for creating new possibilities. Only a fool among fools would squander such a precious resource. And I have absolutely no intention of being a fool." - -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 9
Rhaenyra was still unhappy, but at least they had a plan. She took Laenor's suggestion to heart and the goal was now to find a woman of relatively lower birth who would be content with Ser Harwin being away from Harrenhal for much of the time. They had to find the right person, one who would be grateful for her station being lifted, with the implicit threat that said marriage could be annulled if waves were created about Harwin's regular absence.
Laenor believed they had found a good match in Lyra Waters. She was pretty, had yet to receive her 20th name day and was an acknowledged bastard of House Bar Emmon. Brought up in Sharp Point, House Bar Emmon's seat of power, she knew her courtesies. A match between her and Harwin Strong would be beyond her wildest dreams, and while it was marrying beneath his station, it wasn't as bad as a merchant's daughter.
Rhaenyra was again impressed with her husband. He and Joffrey had befriended a few knights who held similar… interests as he did, and those unorthodox connections had been useful. She knew Ser Harwin would need his father's permission, but the man seemed quite eager for Harwin to wed and a promise of an early wedding could clinch the deal. A generous dowry would be provided as well, something that Laenor and Rhaenyra each provided through their incomes in Driftmark and Dragonstone.
Once the marriage occurred Harwin would lay with the bastard girl and hopefully get her with child quickly. He could then return to her side, where he was meant to be. Before he left, she intended to spend as much time as possible with him. Perhaps he would even put another baby within her before he went off.
"Have you seen her? Do you think she is prettier than me?"
"I recall her face in King's Landing, but none could be as beautiful as you," he replied and kissed her deeply while the two were alone in their bedchamber.
"Oh, is that so? My little sister thinks I should avoid eating as much, lest I begin having ailments like father. She was not unkind, but all the same, it did make me wonder. I have not the figure I had before Jace."
"You are a paragon of beauty – truth be told, I feared I would break you like a twig when we first lay together. I much prefer this you."
"A twig!" She lightly struck him on his broad shoulder. "First my sister comments on my weight, and now the man I cherish said I was a twig!"
His rumbling laughter and second set of kisses made her quickly forgive him. She never could stay mad at him. How she wished that when she had gone on her marriage tour, she had known what a man he was. She had not wanted to get married at all; fear of the birthing bed and ending up like her mother had held her back from ever seriously considered any of her suitors, not that most had much to offer. It turned out that she was heartier than her mother had been. The worst part of bearing children was not the birthing bed itself, but the long months of being so careful with her unborn child. Childbirth was not pleasant, but it was hardly the painful horror that other women proclaimed it to be.
"As long as you don't become enamored with your new bride…"
"I won't my princess, she is just a means we use to protect ourselves. The one we chose will not have my heart and only rarely my cock. But I suspect she will be pleased, regardless. Were it not for this marriage her hopes of marrying any nobility were low, despite being court-raised. This truly is the best solution and we will be together nearly as often as we are now."
Rhaenyra was glad for the reassurances. She was still infuriated by what Alicent had done. The bitch of Hightower had her worried still. What would she do next? She despised her onetime friend with a fury that shocked even herself. Rhaenyra would never wish ill for her father, but once he did pass, Gods willing that be many years from now, Alicent would be banished back to Oldtown and barred from King's Landing.
***
Viserys ate the food the servant a had brought between meals, but felt guilty for it. Elaena in consultation with Grand Maester Mellos had suggested that certain foods may be triggering his achy joints. Mellos said that there had been some writings of how a change in diet lead to a decrease in joint pain, but warned that it rarely was eliminated altogether. The list of foods he was to limit, or even eliminate, were ridiculous. Venison, pork, sweetbreads, turkey, and goose, and even most fish! A man could not subsist on greenery, beans, cherries, and chicken!
Yet, he did not want to disappoint his daughter. So, he agreed to limit those foods. Secretly he had the Red Keep cooks prepare some choice meats to be delivered whenever he knew she wasn't around. The King did regularly drink the meadowsweet tea that Elaena said could help. Despite her admonishment on not eating those types of food, his joint pains quickly faded, and he was able to go on his walks without any issue. He was tempted to tell her about how he had been eating all those foods that risked inflaming his condition so that she would know she was on the wrong track, but he didn't want to disappoint her. He would just continue to eat in between formal meals this way and not worry about it.
As the King he had many difficulties in his life. The stress of managing the whole of the Seven Kingdoms entitled him to some of the simple pleasures of life. Such as peppered boar and honey-glazed lamb. The Stepstones conflict was going poorly for House Velaryon. They had started hiring mercenaries from Essos to stem the tide. Corlys would soon arrive in King's Landing to speak with him directly on the manner, no doubt demanding assistance.
His brother had been sighted in Driftmark, Dragonstone, and now Essos. He would ask what Daemon had been doing there when the Sea Snake eventually arrived. As Viserys mulled on those matters, Alicent entered the room and spied the remains of the rack of lamb he had devoured.
"Husband, I thought you had agreed to limit those types of foods."
He waved her off. "Our Elaena is smart, but even Mellos didn't know which foods were to be avoided or not. I have been feeling much better. Indeed, the toe looks as right as all the others now, and I'm back to walking with Elaena each morning. She can be wrong from time to time, hard as it is to believe," he smiled.
"If you are sure," she said and eyed the leftovers on the serving tray. She licked her lips and then put her hands in her lap.
"I can have them bring up another for you," he offered.
"No, I should not eat so heavy in my condition."
Again, Viserys made a dismissive gesture. "You should eat what you desire, because it is not just your desires! I'd wager you have another boy inside of you and he wants meat like all men do!"
"No, it is fine. The Maester says I am doing well with the pregnancy. He stresses that I should avoid any excitement in the last two moons to avoid what happened with Daeron."
Viserys still held a bit of guilt over that, but in the end both wife and son had been fine. He vowed he would keep a better check on his temper.
"Viserys, Aegon has been asking again about claiming a dragon. He had become well-behaved and is doing well with his Maester-led lessons. Those dragons are fearful creatures to me, yet this is something he desperately wants. How dangerous is it really to try to claim a dragon?"
He leaned back and looked at his wife. Alicent had worried greatly over Elaena flying, and all had turned out well. It must be hard for Aegon to see his sister fly, his little nephews already having dragons, and yet himself unable to even try.
"There is always an element of danger with dragons. We believe we control them, but in truth, it is more that we are tolerated by them. The bond between dragon and Targaryen is not the same from person to person or dragon to dragon. There are ways it can be made safer, but that also limits the ability to form a bond. We have some dragons in the Dragonpit that he can attempt to bond with. The Dragonkeepers don't form a Targaryen bond with dragons, yet they are adept at cooperating with them."
He patted his stomach, "Just like me, we are jollier when well fed! Targaryen blood flows in my children's veins, dragons respect it. I doubt there is a serious risk of one of the dragons harming Aegon. There are only two available in the Dragonpit that are not already bonded. Dreamfyre is docile and used to people. One of her eggs hatched; they've called the hatchling Tessarion. Beyond those two, there are unclaimed dragons on Dragonstone. We could make a voyage there and Aegon could try with the wild dragons."
Alicent's face let Viserys know she was not fond of that plan.
"If you think it is safe… then let's let him try. He is very eager. Elaena has been teaching him the tongue of Old Valyria and he knows all the basic commands. Your son, he wants this badly."
"Very well, speak to the Dragonkeepers and make arrangements. Given your condition, I don't want you in the Dragonpit. Dragons can be fearsome creatures that you have already said unnerve you."
Alicent nodded. "I assumed you could take Aegon in."
"If I have time, sometimes the process isn't quick. The lad will be fine in the Dragonkeepers capable hands."
Alicent frowned, but said nothing more.
***
Aegon was happy, scared, and disappointed. Happy that he would be able to claim a dragon and fly with his big sister Elaena. Scared, well, because dragons were big and scary. Disappointed because his father wasn't going to see him claim Dreamfyre.
Aegon knew he wanted a big dragon. The bigger the dragon, the stronger it was, and as his mother always told him, he was destined to do big things. Luckily his big sister was there with him. She could see how he tamed a dragon. He couldn't wait to fly with her.
He wasn't always sure what to make of her. Less than two years separated them, but she always seemed so much older than him. Even when he was taller! Elaena could also be scary sometimes, he still remembered what happened with the maidservant. He had just been so angry, his mother always told him he was a prince and important, and yet some common servant could take away HIS toy? The toy that HIS father had given him. He had seen red and shoved her.
Only somehow… somehow his sister had moved. She hadn't even been close, and as the servant fell, suddenly Elaena was there in front of her and they fell down the stairs. Aegon had never, and never since that day, ever been so scared. Elaena was always there for him and always explained things to him, and he had caused her to fall with the stupid maid.
Luckily neither was seriously hurt, though his mother had been livid with him. Afterwards Elaena explained that just like he had acted irrationally when shoving the maidservant, so too had mother when she struck him. Big sister had made him come up with all the reasons why pushing her near the stairs had been bad. When he couldn't think of any more, Elaena gave him more. She explained how disappointed she was, but knew he would never do that again; for if he did, she wouldn't want to be around him that much.
Since then, he had done everything he could to be good. Big sister taught him a lot. She taught him how to read and speak the old dragon language. The biggest thing was how to control his anger. He still got angry, but now he knew how to deal with it.
The Dragonkeepers were very serious and kept telling him a lot of what not to do. He listened, because Elaena said listening to Subject Matter Experts was important. But they kept going on and on and on. He wanted to meet his dragon! Finally, they took him into the Dragonpit, Elaena a few steps behind.
They reached the area where Dreamfyre kept her lair. She was so big! So much bigger than Viktoriya or even Syrax! It was blue and beautiful, it gave a draconic hiss at seeing individuals approach, but did not look hostile.
"Prince Aegon, the way a dragon is bonded is different for each person. Being in close proximity tends to start the formation of a bond, if you are compatible. You can move closer, but slowly. If the dragon allows you to touch her, it is likely a bond will form."
Aegon took a breath and then walked forward. He didn't feel any different. The dragon exhaled, air, not fire.
"Hold there, my prince. Let her get used to your scent."
Aegon stood before the dragon who prowled closer, it was so big! It looked down at him, still a bit away, but the distance did not seem so far given her size.
"You are still out of her reach; do you feel anything?"
He did not. The bonding process was so vague, was he doing something wrong? He moved forward again.
"Hold my prince!"
Aegon did so. He was annoyed, if all he had to do was touch the dragon, then he would want to be done with it. Dreamfyre snorted and then backed away. She wasn't supposed to do that, what was this? He needed a dragon and he wanted the big one, not the small one!
"Hey! Get back here," Aegon demanded angrily.
"Aegon, don't get angry," Elaena gently admonished.
Aegon centered himself, and counted his inhalation and exhalation. He calmed down, but moved forward once more.
"My prince, that is unwise, you mustn't rush things."
Aegon did not want to fail. He wasn't going to fail. He was going to get a big dragon and he was going to fly with his big sister. All he had to do was touch the dragon and he could bond, or something like that. He looked at the pair of Dragonkeepers who were behind him, and then looked at Dreamfyre who had her back fully turned on him.
He made his decision and ran at the dragon. He would just need to touch her and…
"NO! Back away!" The Dragonkeepers shouted and chased after him.
Dreamfyre turned toward the shouts and widened her stance and let out a draconic roar. That froze the Dragonkeepers, but not Aegon who rushed forward still. Dreamfyre lifted its forearm, the same limb that had a wing attached to it, and crashed it into the ground, making the floor tremble and shake. Aegon kept his footing, but only by a hairsbreadth.
One of the Dragonkeepers fell, and the other shouted in Valyrian for Dreamfyre to back away. Dreamfyre looked at them and turned her head sideways. Aegon instead shouted for her to stay still and then walked forward.
"My Prince, no, she is agitated, you must get back now." There was panic in the man's voice.
"Aegon, withdraw now," Elaena commanded him.
He hesitated; he was used to doing what Elaena asked of him. But this was different. He needed this. If he could tame such a big dragon like Dreamfyre, his father would have to acknowledge him. He would make his mother proud and his big sister too.
Aegon shook his head and ran forward toward Dreamfyre. The dragon gave out a final warning and then inhaled, the Dragonkeepers shouting again, and terror suddenly filled Aegon as he realized the dragon was about to breathe fire upon him. And then Elaena's voice called out in clear Valyrian, as clear as a bell.
"No fire! Submit!"
Dreamfyre stilled. She looked past Aegon and at Elaena. The seconds stretched interminably long, as if time itself had frozen. Then, finally, the dragon slowly lowered her head until it touched the ground. One of the Dragonkeepers grabbed Aegon and physically picked him up and rushed him away.
Elaena said something else in Valyrian, but Aegon couldn't hear it. The Dragonkeepers were angry.
"Prince Aegon, we will be speaking with your father. You could have been killed."
Aegon trembled. He had messed up. He was never going to get a dragon. His father would never again look twice at him.
Stupid Stupid Stupid
"I believe my brother has learned his lesson, and in the interests of yourselves not being penalized for nearly getting a child killed with your lax oversight, perhaps it is best if you just report that Aegon was unable to bond with Dreamfyre today."
The Dragonkeepers paused and looked at each other.
"Princess, the process of bonding does entail some risk, we could not be directly next to him when he attempted it. And…"
"I'm sure those explanations will appease the King and the Queen. Perhaps. I'm not personally convinced, but maybe my father and the Queen's firstborn son nearly dying won't raise that much alarm…"
Aegon watched as the two Dragonkeepers grew more uneasy.
The second one stared at Elaena, "I won't lie to the King."
"No one is asking you to, simply report that Aegon was unsuccessful, and he will try again later. You can add additional aspects that were true, such as that he was frightened, but that he then found his courage. This way no one gets angry, and no sharp questions on your methods need be asked. And of course, you will have the gratitude of a prince and princess of the blood of the dragon. What say you?"
They looked at each other, nodded, and then bowed. "I believe we have an agreement. Prince Aegon must never try to bond a dragon like that again, it is a recipe for disaster. And I doubt Dreamfyre will be willing to allow him to bond after this."
Aegon gawked at his sister. Full realization hit him. His sister had saved his life. Prevented his shame from being known. She also made sure his dream of riding a dragon was not lost. He felt tears start to well in his eyes and hastily wiped them away. His mother told him princes shouldn't cry.
As the Dragonkeepers returned to their duties he looked at Elaena and embraced her. "T-thank you."
"Brother, that was extremely foolhardy. Dragons have a choice about being bonded, you cannot force it. Take heart, there are other dragons such as Tessarion and many more on Dragonstone. You will have a dragon; you just must be patient."
***
Alicent had prayed that her babe would not come early like Dareon, yet as she entered the end of her pregnancy, she now prayed for the birth to come quickly. As the last month had dragged on, she had begun taking frequent naps despite the inability to obtain a comfortable position on her bed with her belly.
At least one set of prayers were answered, and she went into labor. Once again, Elaena was at her side. She felt invigorated as their hands clasped; the birthing bed would always be a battle, but with loved ones by your side it could be endured.
It was not an easy birth, but throughout it she kept her strength. The prediction Viserys had made turned out to be wrong. It was not a boy, but another girl. The child was frighteningly small, even smaller than Aemond when he had been born. The Grand Maester inspected her and said the child seemed a bit underdeveloped, but not something that would put its life in immediate danger.
"What did you and the King decide for a name?"
"Daenora."
The Maester nodded and left.
"This seemed to strain you, and you seem so much more tired, mother." Elaena commented.
"It is my fifth time bearing a child, it takes much out of a woman."
"I just worry over you. I believe you have done your duty to your husband and King. Bearing five children has added to the Targaryen dynasty. Between those five and Rhaenyra's own two children, I believe the future is well in hand. Perhaps it is time you come to an accord with father, and avoid additional children."
Alicent bit her lip, she wished this was her last, and yet holding baby Daenora now, she could not imagine not having her. It remained so odd to her how her feelings could change. She also knew that her father wanted her to have as many children as possible. Those children could one day ride dragons, and the more dragon riders they could muster, the better they could secure Aegon's rightful place.
"The Septons teach that children are a given from the Seven."
Elaena grimaced. Alicent's heart went out to her. She knew that Elaena would always have a concern when it came to bearing children. The scare with Daeron must have scarred her significantly, to say nothing of everyone's talk of how her mother died bearing Elaena. She doubted that quoting religious platitudes would ease Elaena's concerns.
"Come now Elaena, be happy, your little sister has just been born and I am well."
Elaena slowly nodded. "Yes, it is a wonderful thing that you both have made it through the process in one piece. I will endeavor not to cloud this auspicious day with my concerns; we can talk about those later."
Alicent smiled at her daughter and closed her eyes. The relief at the successful birth was wonderous and she just wanted to bask in the feeling of work completed. The future worries could be dealt with later.
At some point she must have nodded off, and Daenora taken from her. She woke up to see Viserys holding the babe.
"Well done my wife, she is beautiful."
"Thank you, Viserys. I am glad you are happy with her."
"Of course I am! It was an idle thought about the babe being a boy, you've already gifted me with three healthy sons, and daughters can be a delight too. Rhaenyra has made me a grandsire, and I've no need to sing Elaena's praises, for they are self-evident."
Alicent closed her eyes as Helaena was ignored again. She was too tired to curb her tongue.
"And Helaena too? You know she is your daughter as well."
Viserys looked taken aback. "Ah, well, I have not had the opportunity to interact with her, but she is an adorable child. I am grateful for her, of course."
Are you?
Alicent let the matter drop. She may be too tired to guard what she let slip her lips, but she was also too tired to argue and fight. She just wished to rest, and so she did so.
***
Rhaenyra was happy that Ser Harwin had put a child in her once more before going off to Harrenhal and getting married. She knew he would have to be gone a few months, but having a part of him remain, growing inside of her made it more bearable. Unfortunately, Alicent and her brood were coming to Dragonstone. Her half-brother, Aegon, had not found success in claiming Dreamfyre or Tessarion. Him not having a dragon was a good thing, but she could not refuse her father.
Viserys had decided it would be well to have the family gather. He intended a prolonged visit that included Alicent and all her children. The thought of having to deal with her frustrated Rhaenyra greatly, but at least Elaena was coming for a long visit as well. She missed her sister's regular presence. Elaena visited quite often, but only for short stays, no longer than one night. Rhaenyra was unused to not seeing her sister daily, and knew she herself was to blame for her infrequent trips to King's Landing.
Rhaenyra was proud of her sister; Elaena was working hard with the Master of Coin on the new Bank of the Dragon. Rhaenyra had always easily learned her sums, but she'd found the subjects of math and finance tedious. Counting coppers seemed more fitting for Maesters and advisors, not for queens. That did not diminish her sister's accomplishments; for a bank was no little thing. Elaena could talk about it endlessly and on subjects like 'risk-management,' 'basis points,' and 'collateral.' It was very clear to Rhaenyra that Elaena was thoroughly hands-on and dealing with the minutiae of its establishment.
They were preparing for the royals' arrival when news came. Laenor shook his head incredulously as he shared the news.
"This feels like a jest, but 'tis true. My sister and your uncle have secretly married and have flown to Pentos."
"What?" Rhaenyra was blindsided by that revelation. She knew her Uncle Daemon's wife had recently passed, but Laena was betrothed to a Braavosi. Laena visited Dragonstone often and Rhaenyra loved the three-way races they had between Seasmoke, Syrax, and Vhagar. She had a wild, adventurous spirit about her, but not that wild!
"But she's already betrothed, your sister never seemed fond of him, but…"
"Daemon killed him in a duel, then returned to Driftmark and they flew off together, only leaving this message to me and another to my parents that they had wed. Your father will be incensed, as will mine. There was no betrothal contract, no permission granted, this is… I have no idea, this seems unprecedented."
Her father would be upset, but there was little he could do. If they had flown to Essos, they were quite outside of his grasp. With Vhagar and Caraxes working together they were fairly unstoppable. She would miss Laena and their flights together, but perhaps she could visit them at some point after the birth.
"Laenor, this is quite a shock, but I can only believe Laena sees something in my uncle and my uncle something in her. She'll likely be happier with him than some Braavosi. Her children will have the potential to ride on dragons, and if father refuses to give them eggs, I will make sure they have dragons of their own when I am Queen."
"You are right, ah, well, I'm sure the feast with your father will have some interesting conversations. Everything seems to be ready for their arrival."
Her father looked well when he arrived. He embraced her and clapped Laenor on the back and congratulated him on having another child on the way. He held Luke and interacted with Jace, who he called the future King, something that Rhaenyra delighted in hearing, particularly when Alicent's sour face would show its frustration.
The welcoming feast had been prepared and the high table of Dragonstone seated the royal family. A family that was growing ever larger. Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond were now old enough that they could sit a table and not misbehave. Luke, Jace, Daeron, and of course little Daenora were too young and were being cared for by servants of their respective mothers.
Rhaenyra sat on her father's right hand and next to her was Laenor, then Elaena. Alicent was on her father's left. Viserys was cordial to all, at least at first. But soon some pointed questions were asked.
"Laenor, what is your sister thinking? I know she did not have her parents' approval to wed Daemon."
Her husband paused before answering with a smile, "Your Grace, I have as much control over Laena as you do your brother."
Viserys gave him a dry chuckle and raised his wine cup. "A bold response, but not the one I was hoping for. The realm is not served by their marriage. The Braavosi will be furious, and we had counted on Laena's marriage to avoid tensions with the Iron Bank."
Laenor spread his hands helplessly, "I wish I could say more Your Grace, but my sister did not seek my counsel prior to her decision."
"How is our new bank doing, father?" Rhaenyra asked to change the subject. She would not see Laenor hectored by her father over something he had no control over.
"It is going well; Lord Beesbury is most pleased with the progress. I don't know all the particulars, but Elaena likely knows more."
"The bank has begun operating on three fronts. The first is lending money to those who have existing loans at a higher interest rate with another lender. Before doing so we reviewed their financial situation and ensured repayment was feasible and likely. Primarily the lenders were the Iron Bank, Rogare Bank, and the Lannisters. The reduction in payment due to a lower interest rate has been a boon to those houses and this has also increased their gratitude toward the Iron Throne," Elaena explained.
"The second front has been new loans to major houses. Primarily House Velaryon has been given extremely low rates for some long-term debt."
Rhaenyra saw Laenor do a double take. "Princess, I'm surprised my father would do so. My house is extremely wealthy; what is the purpose?"
"They are wealthy, but much of their wealth is invested in their sizeable fleet. They had need for a large sum of gold immediately; the gold is to pay for mercenaries to help in the fighting in the Stepstones." Elaena paused and then continued with the third front. "And finally, we have begun making small loans to independent entrepreneurs who submit their business plans for our review. Currently, I personally review these, but I am instructing others on how to manage risk and ensure we don't bleed money in foolish ventures."
Rhaenyra saw Alicent look at her sworn shield, Ser Criston. "Ser Criston, have you something to say?" Alicent asked.
"Forgive me, my Queen, it is not my place."
Viserys waved his hand, which still held a piece of bread in it, "Go on, speak your mind, this isn't court, just a beloved family freely discussing topics of interest."
"My father was the steward of Blackhaven, and before I became a knight, he had hoped I would follow in his footsteps. The crown is lending out terrific sums of money, is being so spendthrift not a danger?"
"Ser Criston makes a fair point," Elaena began, "however the Crown has benefited from significantly higher revenues of late. Gold left sitting in the vaults does not do the realm any good. Putting more wealth in the hands of our people for industrious use will provide more long-term wealth generation, both because we earn interest from our prudent lending, and because we will help create a thriving, what I like to call 'middle-class' of merchants. We are not emptying the vaults, and are ensuring we use no more than half of the existing treasury. We will also be looking to do reverse loans at a lower rate, where the wealthy houses and mercantile powers provide us gold to fund lending operations."
"Thank you for appeasing my concerns, princess," Cole politely replied.
"I think it is wonderful what my daughter is doing," Alicent spoke up, "and since my husband is so dedicated to peace, it seems unlikely that we would have a need for a sudden influx of coin."
The King took his wife by the hand and Rhaenyra struggled to keep her face impassive.
"Alicent, I understand Aegon failed to claim a dragon, and that this is the reason for the visit to Dragonstone. Given his track record, are you sure it is wise for him to attempt to do so with the dragons that nest here? They aren't as docile as the ones in the Dragonpit, and I would not want to see ineptitude lead to tragedy."
"There were only two dragons, and the dragon gets a choice, maybe they didn't want to bond with anyone!" Aegon forcefully answered the perceived slight on his abilities.
Rhaenyra smiled, "I only worry for your safety, most Targaryens do very well with bonding. My two sons bonded with theirs in the cradle without issue, Laenor claimed Seasmoke immediately, father bonded with the Black Dread… just be aware not everyone is cut from the same cloth in terms of ability to be a dragonrider."
Aegon was red faced and began to inhale slowly and exhale. Alicent was glaring at her. Viserys though was frowning.
"The boy is young still, but your concern is noted. Have there been any new hatchlings? I know there are a few dragons that should be safe to approach as well."
"One of the dragons laid a clutch, but we only found remains. There is a dragon that is called the Cannibal who seems to seek out clutches. We've tired to find them before he does, but we aren't sure which dragon is the one responsible for the egg laying," Rhaenyra replied.
"What dragons are readily available?"
"Silverwing, Sunfyre, and Vermithor," Rhaenyra answered. "Grey Ghost and Sheepstealer also reside, but are quite elusive."
The King looked to Aegon, "Well my boy, you've got at least three more chances."
"Yes father, I will do you proud," Aegon responded.
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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 9
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Special thanks to MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!
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"Obey the rules. Search for loopholes. Sneer at the guidelines despite being bound by them." - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 1
Alicent was uncomfortable at Dragonstone. This was the place of Rhaenyra's power. While here her children would be expected to train with the Dragonstone Master-at-arms. They would also be around guards who no doubt would one day be tasked with murdering her children. It made a mother uneasy.
Elaena had seen her head toward the training grounds and had joined her.
"Mother, I noticed you did not eat much at the feast last night, nor did you have breakfast. Are you unwell?"
"Sea voyages are not always easy on the stomach."
"The Maester can prepare you something to help with nausea. There is a tea they can brew with a specific plant that will set your stomach well."
The Queen demurred, "I'm fine, no need to concern yourself."
Alicent saw Elaena frown.
"Mother, I've watched you at feasts as well as when we dine more privately. You are restricting yourself from eating your fill, why?"
She sighed. "Daughter, one of the duties as a wife is to keep one's figure properly. I, but do my duty."
Elaena shook her head, "No, you are lax in your obligation. The birth was likely harder because you are starving yourself, as is your recovery. I am not suggesting you eat like father used to, but you must eat more. Childbirth exhausts your body; you need to replenish its reserves."
It was Alicent's turn to frown. Elaena seemed knowledgeable; she had studied at the Citadel for a time. It was hard to get her father's voice out of her head. And she certainly didn't want to gain weight as Rhaenyra had done. Perhaps she should…
"Promise me, mother. This is important."
Alicent relented, "Yes, I will endeavor to eat more, but not too much more. I will keep up with my appearance as a Queen should."
Her daughter seemed to take that agreeance at face value and they continued their walk to the training yard. Overseeing the training was Joffrey Lonmouth, with Ser Criston and Ser Steffon of the Kingsguard also watching. Aemond was striking a wooden post, while Aegon was in padding and sparring with one of Laenor's squires. The squire was older than Aegon, but Aegon was fierce and unrelenting. Joffrey called a halt after Aegon had taken out the feet under his opponent.
Ser Criston laughed. "Ser Laenor, perhaps you should bring a master-at-arms who is more able."
Joffrey flushed, and Alicent frowned. Ser Criston took issue with Rhaenyra's husband. Laenor's perversions were foul, but it was not her place to stand in judgement over him. Ser Criston seemed to relish making japes at Laenor's expense.
Alicent saw Laenor's jaw clench as he approached Ser Criston.
"Ser Joffrey is a good and true knight, do not speak ill of him, after you tried to murder him."
Ser Criston backed a step with his hands out. "Ser, that issue has long been laid to rest. I merely thought that Dragonstone deserved a Master-at-arms who wasn't a cripple."
Laenor swung at Ser Cole, striking him across the face. Cole hit the ground, lip split, but smiling. Ser Steffon hastily approached to get between the princess's consort and a fellow knight of the Kingsguard. Alicent race down the steps.
"What is the meaning of this, Laenor?"
Laenor inclined his head a tiny fraction, "Your Grace, Ser Criston gave insult. He is fortunate that is all I gave him."
Alicent glared at him. "He is of the Kingsguard, you know he cannot strike back at the husband of the princess in a brawl. You dishonor your house with your actions. I demand you apologize."
Ser Criston had risen to his feet. Laenor glared at him and then back at the Queen. Ser Joffrey also approached and gave Laenor a look.
"Very well, you have my apologies, Ser Criston. This is no family dinner; you are to guard your tongue and focus on protecting the King's family and not on making suggestions. You are a guard dog; you will bark on request only."
"Aemond," a clear voice called out, "stay focused on your training," Elaena spoke, and loud enough to be heard by the rest.
Alicent and the others turned to see the squires and princes had been staring at them. She felt some mild embarrassment, but also worry. There was no love lost between Laenor and Criston, and she feared for her sworn shield's future. There was a hate in Laenor's eyes that she had not seen before, and it may not wait until Viserys had passed.
***
Viserys was pleased with how the trip had turned out. His son Aegon had not been able to claim Silverwing, but he had claimed Sunfyre. The dragon was young still, but already its scales shone brightly. For many reasons, Viserys would always view Balerion as the greatest dragon in living memory, but even he admitted Sunfyre was easily the most beautiful.
Aegon had been disappointed in failing to claim the larger Silverwing. As soon as he had claimed Sunfyre, he sang a different tune. It warmed his heart to see his family claim another dragon. Now three of his children had dragons. The two seemed closely bonded already, enough so that he was confident Aegon could fly back to King's Landing. Elaena on Viktoriya would guide the way and then Sunfyre would be housed in the Dragonpit. Once again, he thought about how wonderful a match between Aegon and Elaena would be, though sadly Elaena still clung to the odd notion that marrying her half-sibling was foul. Viserys intended to honor his word and allow Elaena to choose, within reason, but if she did not make a choice after her own tour, she would marry Aegon. If she remained stubborn, he would match Aegon to Helaena and be done with it.
Viserys was not unaware of the coiled tension between some of his family. The distance apart allowed people to think the worst of each other, but by bringing them together, they could find common ground. Feasting together, sharing stories, and telling jests could help heal the rifts that had grown. Or so he hoped.
On the sea voyage back to King's Landing he saw Alicent quite energetic as she nursed their newest child.
"You seem to be in a good mood, my wife. Getting out of King's Landing for a time is good for the soul."
Alicent smiled back in reply. "Yes, every now and then. I am just so happy that Aegon has a dragon. I'm sure Helaena and Aemond will soon wish to try their hand at it as well. They do grow up so quickly."
"Ah, but you speak a harsh truth. It feels as if it is was but yesterday that Aegon was a baby in swaddling, and now he is flying a dragon. Would that I could stop the relentless march of time!"
Daenora had finished drinking and Alicent laid her down.
"It was a shocking thing to hear about Daemon. Your brother has always spread chaos, is there naught that can be done about him?"
Viserys laughed. "Would that I could, but Daemon has always done what Daemon wishes." He put on a more serious face. "There really isn't anything I can do, unless we want bloodshed there is no use trying to force them to return and stop their marriage. As dragons grow older, they grow more formidable. It is not just their size. The fires in their belly grow hotter and their scales grow harder. Vhagar is monstrously powerful. It would take Syrax, Seasmoke, and Meleys just to stand a chance against her. And even then, it is certain at least one dragon and rider will fall before Vhagar could be brought low."
Alicent gave a shiver. "The thought of those beasts fighting against each other with people on their backs is terrifying."
Viserys nodded, "Fortunately, outside of Daemon and his recklessness, our family is responsible with the use of their dragons. And even he would be loath to pit dragon against dragon. As I am, he too puts much stock in history and our house's legacy that carries out the torch of Old Valyria. What made Old Valyria, Old Valyria, were the dragons. Dragons fighting dragons should only occur in the vilest circumstances. So, fret not my wife, there is nothing to worry over."
***
Rhaenyra was pleased that Harwin was back in Dragonstone in time for the birth of their son. It had created some tension with her sister. As soon as Elaena had seen him, she commented, "Ser Harwin, I had thought you were acting in your father's stead as Lord of Harrenhal?"
"Lyra has quite the head for sums, just like you. She's working closely with the Maester and keeping the house in order. Princess Rhaenyra is used to my presence nearby as a good fortune talisman during the birthing process."
"I see." Elaena's words were somehow both politely soft-spoken, and filled with ice. Rhaenyra wasn't sure how her little sister had managed the juxtaposing of the two with but a few words.
After that exchange, Elaena fully ignored Ser Harwin's presence, focusing on Rhaenyra. Elaena had been there for near on two weeks now awaiting the birth, only taking short trips back to King's Landing. Rhaenyra was pleased to share their days together again. It was wonderful to share stories and catch up properly on their lives now that they were regularly apart.
The babe was another easy delivery. It was uncomfortable and the dull pain of the contractions a wearying trial, but she was pleased to have delivered another healthy Targaryen child. She had hoped for a daughter, but she would love her new son all the same. She had picked the name Aenar for her son. Laenor thought it a fine name, and had no great preference for the naming of 'their' children.
Little Aenar was very similar in appearance to both Jace and Luke. Laenor held him all the same, treating the babe just as he would if it was he who had fathered him. Elaena was weary after being by her side for so long and took her leave.
Rhaenyra slept and when she awoke her sister was there beside her again.
"Sister, I will not give voice to what is obvious, but I do not understand. Why put so much at risk?"
The heir to the Iron Throne lay back and sighed. "Elaena… I believe you will understand when you are older."
"That is quite unlikely."
She couldn't help but laugh at her oh-so-serious sister. "I'm your older and wiser sister, put your trust in me. When you experience your moon's blood, you will understand. Life is about choices, and I choose to be happy."
"I don't begrudge your happiness; I simply question your risk-management assessment. Is fleeting pleasure worth the potential harm that could befall your children?"
Rhaenyra stopped smiling. "That's enough Elaena. And I expect you not to speak of this with others."
Elaena just stared at her with her blue eyes. "I would not do that to you, Laenor, or even Ser Harwin, let alone my nephews."
"I didn't think you would, I just want it to be clear."
Elaena nodded, "See, now that is wise. Ensuring there are no misunderstandings when communication takes place is the hallmark of great leadership."
Rhaenyra's grin returned. Elaena's unique way of looking at the world was always interesting. In the past she thought it adorable, but that word didn't quite fit the more she thought about it. Nonetheless it was endearing.
"Come and give your sister a hug."
Elaena approached and gently hugged her, only for Rhaenyra to take the opportunity to ruffle her sister's hair.
She gave a squawk of betrayal and retreated.
"Ugh, now I have to go brush it again."
Rhaenyra laughed. "You live life too seriously, my sweet sister. I'm the Lady of Dragonstone, and all those on this island are loyal to me. I promise you, having mussed hair in public will not ruin your reputation."
Elaena gave a huff, but sat back down. Gods, she would miss her when Elaena returned to King's Landing. Ser Harwin would fill that void, but he couldn't stay overlong until he put a child in Lyra. She still wasn't sure how she felt about that. No matter, it had been decided by her, Laenor, and Harwin that it was for the best. Ultimately, if it allowed her lover more time back here with her on Dragonstone, he could have as many children with Lyra as needed. Or so she told herself.
***
"What do you think, Elaena? Rhaenyra says I should forgive Daemon and Laena and welcome them back into the fold. Others counsel me against it, but in truth, I am still furious with him."
Time had passed and he now had two nieces. Laena had borne twins, Rhaena and Baela. Family was important to him, but the constant disrespect his brother had shown him was wearing his patience beyond thin.
"I would like to see my newborn cousins. I also believe antagonizing the dragon rider of the largest dragon is foolish. Not that I think Laena would do something rash, but I know Laenor misses his sister. Let them return from exile and mend fences. Perhaps demand a service, such as aiding the Velaryons against the Triarchy. They've been pushed to the brink; Laenor's father has gone personally to aid in the fighting."
Viserys sighed. Elaena saw the issue of the Stepstones through the view of commerce. With the Triarchy winning and controlling much of the Stepstones, despite the best efforts of the Velaryons and their allies, they were once again demanding exorbitant tribute and tolls. And many vessels were also disappearing, and it clear who was responsible.
The problem was that Dorne was still allying with the Triarchy. Several lords, including ones in the Reach and the Westerlands, wrote commending Viserys for keeping the peace. No one, save for some in the Stormlands, wanted war with Dorne. A darker part in his heart also privately rejoiced at the proud Sea Snake being humbled. He had gone to war with the Triarchy on his own, at the time with the help of Daemon, but still without his leave. Lord Corlys had not asked his King permission before starting his unilateral war, and a part of him wanted to let him suffer the full consequences.
"I will not be asking that of him. The Stepstones will have to be decided without dragons."
Elaena made a noise of disagreement. "It won't, once he gets desperate enough, Corlys will have his son take Seasmoke into battle. My good-brother will not refuse his father in need."
"Laenor can make his own choices. I do not wish to show you a hard heart, but he has given Rhaenyra three sons, so should the worst occur, Rhaenyra will have heirs."
"Cold comfort to his family."
"Which is why he shouldn't go! The Sea Snake should have long since attempted to make peace. Form an agreement on a cost that isn't so prohibitive. If they set it too high trade just goes elsewhere. I'm damned tired of hearing about those collection of rocks."
"But he will go. Beyond just the familial concern, there are other fiscal issues. Remember, the largest loans we currently have outstanding are to House Velaryon. It would not be good for the Bank of the Dragon to see their fortune wasted and their fleets destroyed."
Viserys frowned. "Lyman reports that the bank is already making money for the Crown."
"It is, and will continue to do so. A large default would be disappointing, even if recoverable. We now have clients in the Vale, Riverlands and the Crownlands. The small portfolio of non-noble mercantile loans has maintained profitability. I'm pleased with the success of the bank."
Viserys would not be moved. As he grew older, he was even more committed to leaving a legacy of peace. No war with Dorne. He did not desire Laenor harmed, he had been good to his daughter, but he also could not justify starting a war that would kill thousands.
His daughter let out a small sigh. "Regardless of the Stepstones issue, I still believe family should be unified. Invite them at least to bring their babes to be recognized in the court as your kin."
"Not yet, but one day. I will let Daemon stew longer. He can reside in Pentos, or wherever else he desires in Essos. Hopefully it will curb his future recklessness."
"Do I have permission to visit them in Pentos?"
Viserys frowned. He didn't like his daughter going to Essos for a variety of reasons. She was still shy of twelfth name day, and as responsible as she was, it was still another continent full of potential dangers. He doubted Daemon would truly harm his daughter… but his damnable brother was so unpredictable.
"I'm sorry, but you do not. It will also send mixed messages to my errant younger brother."
Elaena inclined her head. She, at least, was dutiful and obedient. Never had she ever disobeyed him. Debated issues? Yes. Make her voice heard? Yes. But when there was a conflict with what she desired and his expressed order, she always obeyed her King and father. Would that the rest of his family would do the same!
***
"You want to do what?" Laenor asked Elaena in shock.
"The plan makes sense. Your stories of your prior battles in the Stepstones clearly demonstrated that when you worked in concert with Daemon to time your dragon-led attacks, the outcomes were far superior. When the Triarchy merely expected one dragon, they could act in multiple places at once, knowing only one area had to deal with a dragon. With Seasmoke fighting on one front and Caraxes fighting on another they were flummoxed."
Laenor shook his head.
"No, I understand that. What I don't understand is you think your father would allow you to join the fighting."
"Oh, he won't, but he also hasn't refused me either."
Laenor blinked.
"Elaena…"
"Good-brother, I've thought this through. Our dragons don't look similar when they are next to each other or up close. But from a distance? People are not good at judging size from a distance and Seasmoke is not that much larger than Viktoriya. The coloring isn't that off from each other, and once you add smoke from draconic fire, I think it will be safe to say one cannot positively state it wasn't Seasmoke participating."
"Except the dragons will be in two places fighting at the same time!"
"Fog of war. Battle is confusing. What's the alternative, that the princess who has not yet reached ten and two has entered the fray?"
Laenor frowned, thinking about it. Elaena was correct, even two people in the same battle would argue and disagree with the details. He suspected it was the battle-fever that overtook people. That filled their veins with urgency and renewed strength right before the clash of men and steel. But there were of course a number of concerns.
"You haven't faced battle, nor should you at your age."
Elaena gave a distant smile. "I've seen death. I witnessed the execution of the murderer from Flea Bottom. I've also seen a rider fall off their mount and break their neck. Valar Morghulis. Death is a part of life."
"Yes, but it is different when you are causing it."
"Perhaps, but if mine actions save more in the long-run it is a just act. Squeamishness over personally doing the deed is hypocrisy. In the North they say the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. I find such gestures meaningless, in all ways, passing the sentence is swinging the sword. If you are squeamish about doing it personally, you should not be making decisions."
Laenor gave a sigh. She didn't understand, but then how could she? She had never taken a life. He remembered the first time he had done so. It changed him, but he was a noble of House Velaryon and had the blood of the dragon, so he got over it, but for days he had been distraught.
"This is a foolish discussion; I will not be taking you to the Stepstones. Your father and your sister would kill me if I put you in harm's way."
"Laenor. Your father is losing. House Velaryon has suffered significant reversals. Do you think I would wish my beloved sister to be a widow? I can out fly you on my dragon. I understand how the trajectories of crossbow bolts and scorpion's function. Tell me, do you know the maximum angle that a scorpion can be fired at?"
"What do you mean?"
"It is a simple equation. You must know the elevation of yourself, the scorpion, the angle it is aimed at, and the force of used to fire the bolt. When you know these, you know how low your dragon can fly and from which direction to avoid them. I suspect you eyeball it without doing the arithmetic for it. I can do the calculations, and will only act when I can be assured of my self-preservation."
His eyes grew wide. He knew his good-sister had a deep knowledge of financial matters, and those required a foundation of mathematics. But to do calculations of this sort in the midst of battle seemed impossible.
"Elaena, please, I don't doubt your understanding of how high a bolt can travel, but that doesn't change my decision. It is too risky and it is not something your father would approve of."
"Laenor, the way I see it, is that we can work together or we can work separately, but I intend to go. The Stepstones are too important, and the Bank of the Dragon cannot show weakness this early. If your house defaults…"
"This is about the bank!?"
"Well, partially, but it obviously isn't as if I don't care about you and my sister. However, the urgency of my participation is rooted within the concerns of my first major initiative for father facing a setback."
Laenor laughed. "You… you are telling me that if I don't work with you, you intend to fly alone to the Stepstones?"
"Yes, you'll have left me no choice."
"I could tell Rhaenyra."
"That would just make her complicit when I go anyway. Which is it Laenor? Work with me where you have some control, or unleash me to do what I do be… beyond oversight."
Laenor wanted to tear his hair out. It was rank madness to allow a child onto a battlefield. But short of going to the King and explaining, she had trapped him with no good options. He could go to the King, but the fallout from that would be concerning.
"How will you explain your departure for so long from King's Landing?"
"Oh, I have already planned for that. I'll be working on a research project with the Citadel. The Archmaester of Bronze has allowed me to borrow an advanced Myrish lens tube that allows me to see the celestial bodies. I will be collecting data from various locations in short succession at different elevations across the eastern portion of Westeros."
"But if you will be at the Stepstones, how can you…"
"Laenor, my observations can be calculated when you know the variables. Even if I make a mistake in my calculations, it would be chalked up to inaccuracies in identifying my location. My alibi wouldn't be ironclad, but the Citadel itself will confirm if asked what I was doing. Time and distance obscure reports, no one will know I was there."
Laenor did not share her confidence. And confidence she clearly had, for were it any other child, Laenor knew he would have held steadfast. But she was not normal. She flew her dragon with impeccable ease. She had reformed taxation and accounting across Westeros and then formed a bank. The combination of it all and the threat that she'd fly off on her own, which would be more dangerous than allowing him to choose the battlefields, he relented.
"I know I am going to regret this, and you must never tell your father or your sister."
"You have my word. Now, I did have some ideas on how to better utilize our forces…"
***
Alicent arrived at the study that the children often used for learning. Aemond and Helaena had both learned their letters swiftly. Alicent doubted that Rhaenyra's children would learn as fast as hers did. Aemond, in particular, had been quick to master the skill. As Alicent entered the room she heard the tail end of the conversation.
"But why is that important? If they rebel, we can just burn them with our dragons."
"And lose productive manpower that could be spent tilling the fields and paying taxes? Force is unfortunately a necessity at times, but it is a terrible waste of human resources. It is far better to take into considerations what your subordinates desire."
"I don't know sister, it seems that if you crush anyone who challenges your rule, there will be less people challenging it in the future."
"Yes, and if you killed any hound that disobeyed their first command, you would have less hounds challenging you, and no hounds. A wise leader seeks scenarios where he wins and the other end also wins. Through these win/win situations you will maximize productivity."
Alicent stopped eavesdropping and fully entered the study. "What are you two speaking of?"
"Hello, mother. I was just teaching Aemond some lessons in leaderships. I appreciate how he challenges my perspective; he has taken an interest in the subjects of history and philosophy."
Alicent saw her son nod happily. "Yes! It is fascinating to learn about our ancestors. It is fun to consider not just what they did, but why they did it. Someday I want others to read of me and what I did, and perhaps ponder why!"
Ponder?
Alicent wondered if Aegon would be the fighter and Aemond the advisor. It would be fitting for when Aegon was crowned to have a learned Hand. But that was not why she was here.
"I'm glad you find your lessons so thrilling. If you don't mind, I must steal your sister for a few moments."
"I can read elsewhere," Aemond replied and left them alone.
"Elaena, is it really necessary for you to be gone so long?"
"It isn't that long, mother. I believe I can get all the observations done in a month, but if we have enough clear days I may return sooner."
Alicent pursed her lips, "If you can, please do so. Daeron loves spending time with you. He hasn't started being taught by a Maester and Daenora commands much of my attention these days. I can leave him with the maidservants, but he much prefers you. Also, Helaena wishes to attempt to bond with a dragon as well. Aegon thinks she should only try if you go with her."
"Yes, mother. I will do my best not to tarry. Once I return, I commit to testing Helaena's knowledge of the commands in Old Valyria. I believe she will do well. I must confess, I have spent more time with Aegon and Aemond than with her, but that is because she is self-sufficient and does not get into mischief. Put her paints before her, the occasional text, and she is content."
Alicent nodded. She wouldn't press the issue. Elaena had sounded so excited at dinner when she announced her partnership with one of the Archmaesters. She was still unsure of why mapping the celestial bodies on land was so important. She vaguely understood that sailors somehow used the stars as a marker for their voyages, but how that translated onto land was a mystery, one she didn't truly care about.
What she was sure of, was the anticipatory gleam in her daughter's eyes. Even more so than working with the Dragon Bank, when she talked of her intentions there was an air of unrestrained anticipation. She couldn't bring herself to try to convince her husband to forbid Elaena from going just to help take care of her siblings. Alicent would just have to try and keep all five of them happy without her. This would impact her ability to stay abreast with the important court gossip, but it would not be very long. She would just have to endure the distraction with grace.
"That is all I can ask." She kissed her daughter on the cheek and said, "And you will be careful, yes? Don't fly too fast. If it is storming, you wait it out instead of being hasty."
"I'm always careful, mother."
***
Racallio Ryndoon of Tyrosh had led the effort to finally oust the Seven Kingdoms from the Stepstones. With the newfound help of their Dornish allies it had been going well. Daemon and his damned dragon were the only true impediment. They had attempted counter measures, and they worked to an extent, but every attack, defense, or operation had to take the massive monster into account. When some internal matter in the Seven Kingdoms caused him to leave the Stepstones, Racallio knew that the Stepstones were as good as won.
Immediately the lack of a dragon proved their foe's undoing. Yet, they were tenacious. The Sea Snake had hired mercenaries, some of which were quite good and used to fighting against Tyrosh, and the other members of the Triarchy. However, even that wealthy house could not compete in the long run. Eventually coin ran low, and the end drew nigh.
Then the Sea Snake himself arrived. The man had seen more than six decades of life, and was still a formidable fighter. A charismatic leader who rallied his house and counterattacked in surprising ways. Once more the inevitable defeat of Westerosi forces was delayed. But even Lord Velaryon would not be enough.
Sadly, it was clear that Velaryon knew it as well, and so the man summoned his son, a dragonrider, to the warfront. Seasmoke was a lesser threat compared to the great Caraxes, but still a profound danger. Scorpions now needed to be positioned more carefully before any major action on the island holdings. They only needed one lucky shot and it would be enough to take down the dragon and break the morale of their enemies.
The dragon was staying close to Corlys. They would show their forces and threaten the island and the ships anchored nearby. However, it was no true attack, and they would be ready to retreat into the battery of a dozen scorpions on the cliffs of the easternmost isle. There was no guarantee those massive bolts could hit the dragon, but there was a chance. And the longer the dragon pursued, the odds rose.
Meanwhile, the second force that he would be leading which included the Dornish sea captains would be completing an all-out attack on the other islands still held by House Velaryon. They would massacre those defenders in the largest two-pronged assault in years. Whether or not Seasmoke fell today did not matter for this battle. The losses would be immense and hopefully the damned stubborn fool known as the Sea Snake would finally realize his house could not defeat the Triarchy.
Some of his ships would take the vessels docked at the island, so that their foes couldn't flee. The rest would storm the small keep and the camps on the isle. That plan had been good, and Racallio was shocked to see the silvery dragon descend upon his men. Laenor had picked the right time to strike, right as most of the men had offloaded to shore. White flames scorched them as the dragon strafed them. He had seen dragons do that before, but not for such a continuous motion. So many of the men ashore suffered burns, with many outright dying in agony.
Archers took up their bows and shot at the dragon, but the beast was already gaining altitude and the shafts could not reach it. The dragon did not circle back down to them, instead it descend toward the vessels about to engage the enemy ships. Most of the ships mounted at least one scorpion; it was a necessity when dealing with Targaryens.
Seasmoke descended again and the crews let loose arrows and crossbow bolts. They deflected off the scales of the dragons and white flames alighted the first two ships. On his own vessel watching from a somewhat safe distance, he bellowed orders to turn his ships so that their own mounted scorpions would be facing in the likely direction if Ser Laenor came this way.
How did he know now was the time to leave his father's side? Do we have a traitor in our inner circle?
This was a setback, but only that. If Laenor wasn't with his father, then the Sea Snake would be vulnerable. And even here, he had hundreds of archers and crossbowmen and each ship mounted a scorpion. Racallio grimaced in frustration as another pass of the dragon set two more ships on fire. The dragonrider was wary about which direction to descend upon the vessels, and the scorpions could not get within the proper arc.
The Velaryon vessels began advancing, seeking to take advantage of the disarray and confusion. Outnumbered though they were, their men did not have to worry about a dragon descending from the skies. Racallio nervously realized he had a dangerous decision to make. He still had overwhelming numbers; he could commit his personal force. Eventually the dragon had to tire, eventually it would make a mistake, or one of his men would get lucky. He had dozens of ships and thousands of men between his fleet and the Dornish.
"Sound the call! All hands, stand ready for the onslaught. I want our vessels spread wide, yet poised to shield each other with our scorpions. We are not letting the Velaryon's hold the isle, every ship of theirs is destined for the bottom of the sea!"
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