Chapter 1: The Wheel of Fate
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Princess Rhaenyra paced herself in her chambers, the thought of war coming soon heavy on her mind. Alicent had made her move already, and she was running out of time. For ten years, they had been playing the political chess. Her eldest son was of age. And Baela seemed perfect for him; however, she was not blind. She had seen the way Jace looked at the Mormont girl.
She was certainly a beauty, with a long cascade of brown curls, expressive brown eyes and a wit and charm that easily matched others. And she was from a beloved and fierce house from the North. Baela was a Targaryen, and a daughter of her beloved husband, however, it was clear that there was no attraction between one another. If Rhaenyra was to sway the North to her side, then a successful marriage between a Northern and her son would be the wise thing to do.
She also was aware of Rodrik’s eligibility. He was strikingly handsome, an accomplished warrior, a patron of the arts and cunning in politics. However, his wandering eye escaped nobody. Someone as brazen and ill-tempered as Baela could either make him better or worse. Perhaps, if she played the game right, it could be done well.
Summoning her advisors to the chamber, she asked “Tell me, my lords, about Lady Mormont.”
Both men looked at one another “Well, Princess, she is a certified beauty, and an accomplished one at that. A famous companion of the princes, and someone very much wanted in all of Westeros. Why, only on her thirteenth name-day we received numerous letters from all the places. Do you plan on arranging a marriage for her, Princess?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” She folded her hands.
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Aurynn was brushing her very long hair, sighing as she performed her nightly dance with her Northern ringlets. It had been almost eight years since she arrived at Dragonstone after a pact between her late lord father and the princess. Life had been good, playing with the princes and getting to hone her courtly skills. And perhaps find a good marriage, one with a lord that would treat her well and give her beautiful children and a purpose.
Suddenly, a knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see sweet Luke, doubt in his eyes. She had always seen him as a little brother, and the feeling was mutual. “I… am not interrupting, am I, Lynn?”
“Of course not, sweet boy. Do come, tell me what’s on your mind.”
He sat at the edge of the bed, used to seeing her in nightgown and her hair down, something that raised many eyebrows “As you know, Mother is to send us to gain alliances. With our dragons.” He was fidgeting, as he usually did. She got up from her seat and squeezed her hands in his, calming his racing thoughts.
“Take a breath. Order your thoughts,” he did as she told him “Now, speak slowly.”
“I’m afraid, Lynn. What if something goes wrong? What if Arrax gets sick? Jace looks so confident…”
“Just because someone sounds confident doesn’t mean that they are. And I know what you’ll say: ‘but Jace is perfect’. He is virtuous, yes, but he is but a boy. As am I. As are you. There is nothing wrong with being afraid every once in a while.”
“Are you ever afraid, Lynn?”
“Many times a week, my boy. That I will be betrothed to a cruel old man. That everything I’ve worked for isn’t enough. Of my house’s fate.”
Luke flushed “If it helps, I’d sooner marry you than ship you off to a cruel old man.”
Aurynn threw her head back and laughed, a melody that often calmed and soothed the young prince. Then, she kissed his cheek “Oh, Luke, my dearest boy, I’m afraid I’d be deemed to old for you. Besides, you and Rhaena seem to get along just fine.”
“The sentiment isn’t only mine.”
Aurynn frowned, amused “How come?”
Lucerys flushed, the face he did when he talked too much “I, uh, should go to bed. I have much to prepare with, uh, Arrax. Good night, Lynn!” Then, he sprinted away from the room, leaving an amused and confused Aurynn.
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The next morning, Aurynn had dressed herself with a beautiful purple ensemble and had finally coiffed her hair in a complicated hairdo when her door was knocked “Who is it?”
A masculine voice replied “Princess Rhaenyra sends for you, my lady. I am to escort you to her.”
Feeling nervous and excited, she polished herself and opened the door. Taking a deep breath, she nodded “Let’s go then.” After crossing a corner, she asked “Do you know what business does Her Grace want to do with me?”
“I do not know, my lady. I am only following orders.”
They finally entered the room, where at the top of the table was Rhaenyra, Prince Jacaerys and Lady Baela. Curtsying to them all, she gave them a friendly face “Did you summon me, Your Grace?”
“Do approach the table, Aurynn. Would you like some wine?”
“No, thank you, I’ve had breakfast a few minutes ago.” It was a small lie. Her stomach was made of knots, and she prayed that none of them heard her intestine roar.
“As you know, you’ve reached age of marriage, and your presence has not escaped my allies. Men all over the Vale, the North and other regions have been sending me owls for your hand, offering you all sorts of luxuries. Even houses that are allied to Alicent’s party have offered to swear fealty to me if I were to give you your hand in marriage.” She looked around the room “However, my council and I have agreed that none of these men are a match worthy of you, and have thus come to a decision.” She then looked at her eldest son and proclaimed “You and my son Jace shall marry within the month, and you, Baela, shall marry Lady Mormont’s brother Rodrik. He is handsome, rich, young and a formidable ally. He is sailing to accept your hand as we speak.”
Aurynn’s gaze turned to an equally stunned Jace. They had known each other all their lives, and Aurynn had always admired Jace and had fancied him for long, even after his duties had taken over. They have had a strong connection that raised question of marriage before Princess Rhaenyra married Prince Daemon and betrothed his daughters to her sons.
Nevertheless, one couldn’t simply reject the formidable Prince of Dragonstone. She bowed to the princess and recited “I thank you for this privilege, Your Grace, and promise to be the loveliest, most dutiful wife to your son.”
Jace woke up from his shock and gave them a rehearsed smile “If it pleases my mother, it shall be done. Might I have a moment alone with my betrothed?”
He didn’t even wait for his mother to respond before they both curtsied and he practically dragged her out of the room.
“Jace!” Aurynn exclaimed, surprised at her reaction.
He didn’t seem to hear her, still in stupor. They walked and walked, his grip on her, until they finally got out, in the beautiful garden they used to chase one another and laugh and munch berries.
“Jace, you’re hurting me!” Lynn finally exclaimed.
Said words seemed to wake him from his stupor and let go of her hand, clearly embarrassed “Forgive me, Lynn. I didn’t think I was gripping you too hard.” He examined her hand and gave it some gentle strokes. Her breath caught. “I didn’t know that my mother would pull this off.”
“Jace, it’s alright—,”
“Lynn, being my bride is being in the eve of danger. I understand if you’re scared.”
She looked at him defiantly “I am a Mormont, Jace. I am not scared of a drunken prince and his desperate mother.”
He squeezed her hand, a small smile on his lips “I know that you are as fierce as a Northerner comes, but this is different. You’d be queen someday, if we aren’t betrayed. Besides, you deserve better than someone whom they call ‘bastard’ behind his back.”
“I don’t care about that, Jace. I care about your good opinion and your mother’s. If you don’t wish to marry me, say it. You have the power to undo the alliance.”
He smiled sadly “I am flattered that you think me of someone with power, but my mother’s made her choice. Your brother is on his way. And… I do like the idea of marrying you.”
Lynn looked at those tender brown eyes and swallowed “Truly, Jace?”
He gave her a tentative look “Do you, Lynn? Like the idea of marrying me as well?”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, her gaze went to his lips, and he seemed to notice. Soon, his hands were on her hips, squeezing the light Dornish lace and stroked aside a wild ringlet.
“I—,”
“Jace!” A familiar voice called.
They both bolted away, clearly flushed. Luke was running towards them, Joffrey in tow, “Is it true? You and Lynn are to be married?”
It was Lynn who spoke “Yes, dear Luke. Your mother was generous enough to allow me to join our family.”
He smiled “Amazing! It’s just like when we were boys! You and Lynn married, in those imagine games we used to play when—,”
Jace, clearly embarrassed, placed his hands on his brothers’ shoulders and cleared his throat “Let me tell you all about it in our dragon pit. I am sure Lady Mormont has many preparations to make for my brother-in-law’s arrival, don’t you, Lynn?”
Trying not to chuckle, Lynn nodded, taking the opposite direction to the castle, wanting to busy her toes in the sand. When she reached the beach, she found a familiar silver hair. She slowly and gently approached her “Might I sit?”
Baela looked at her and nodded wordlessly. She sat besides her at a respectful distance and looked out at the sea “If you’re wondering, I am not angry. Neither of us asked to be moved around like chess pieces.”
Baela sighed “Isn’t that all we are? Chess pieces to move and discard to their heart’s delight?”
Lynn bit her lip “Gods, I hope not. I suppose that, to our fathers, we are, but Princess Rhaenyra is no man.”
“She ought to behave like one if she is to hold the throne one day.”
It suddenly hit her. Baela was tragically right. Being a woman was unsafe as it was in Westeros, and Princess Rhaenyra must’ve felt cornered by her rivals for her to make such sudden move. Jace was a great man, but a man nevertheless. As was Rodrik, and Luke, and everyone in the council.
She liked Jace, and with time, she might even grow to love him, but she was no fool either. She knew from a young age which role to play if she wanted to win the eternal game of survival in a world where women were feeble and discardable little things.
“Let them think that we are,” she declared “but we will know the truth. Let them believe the illusion that we are innocent, meek and playable things, as long as my will is made.” She looked at Baela “reforming a man like Rodrik is no easy task, but it is not impossible.”
Baela seemed to catch up “Go on.”
“Give him something that no common girl can give him. A reason to be with you alone. Let it be your bedding skills, or wealth, or the illusion of having the girl he’s dreamt of having, and he’ll be yours. Make yourself irreplaceable, and he shall be yours. Isn’t that what men want in a woman, after all? A gem so rare, so wanted, that if they do not take care of it, it may slip from his fingers.”
Baela smiled at her “I pray to the Gods that your brother is as cunning as you, Aurynn. We’ll need all the wit and conniving we are allowed to show in this tryst.”
Chapter 2: The Prince and The Man
Summary:
Aurynn and Jace settle on the idea of marriage, and the arrival of Lord Rodrik will put things in perspective for Jace
Notes:
Je suis back! Those last months were hell, but I am back from finishing another year in hell (bachelor's degree) and with a fresh update!
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Jace paced himself, the words sinking in. He had already made peace with marrying Baela, but this was different. This was Lynn.
Lynn, whose kind brown eyes had always soothed his stormy head. Lynn, whose laugh and wit and bravery made him feel better. Lynn, who once made him potato soup when he caught a cold. Lynn, whom he had been mad about ever since he remembered.
He didn’t know when it started. A glance that lasted too long. A laugh that made his heart do summersaults. Or perhaps a game of goose chase. He just turned ten and two when he knew that he loved her earnestly. Her presence was a beacon among his duty, and he had silently died with jealousy when a possible suitor came over her. Luke knew. Baela knew. He was sure his mother knew. All save the woman he wanted to know: Aurynn. He was sure he was either going to faint from joy or throw princely mannerisms through the window when they almost kissed. He wanted to smack Luke then. He almost had her. He wanted her to be his so badly, he almost yelled at Luke.
Jacaerys shook his head. Perhaps being in love made one mad. As he fed Vermax, he saw his mother waltz into the pit, a small smile on her face “Enjoying some alone time before the key events play out?”
He cleared his throat “Something like that.” He caressed his snout and then faced his mother “Why the sudden change? What’s in it for you?”
Rhaenyra sighed. Then, she seemed to decide to be honest with her son, and declared “The North’s allegiance is key. Its most fierce and loyal men come from there. House Mormont is a longtime ally of the Starks. A successful marriage with a comely girl like Aurynn will help you sway the Starks to your side. Besides,” she concluded “one has to see how you look at one another.”
Jace blinked “Pardon? One another?”
Rhaenyra smiled knowingly “As if I haven’t noticed how she looks at you. Your feelings aren’t one-sided, my boy.”
Hope warmed his chest “Are they?”
“Ask her. I believe that she is ashore, preparing for her brother’s arrival. You have a few minutes to spare. Go.”
He kissed his mother’s cheek and ran towards the beach, his heart pounding. Could it be? Could she love him back? He ran, and ran, until he reached her. She was busy chatting with the servants and maids, ordering about as if it was her place.
Upon hearing probably his gallop, she turned around and frowned upon seeing Jace panting and exhausted “Gods, Jace! How long have you been running? Someone fetch the prince a chair and some water!”
As she sat him down, her hands were on his shoulders and ribcage. Her touch was warm and comforting, and she smelled of rosewater, salt and home. Her hair was on a beautiful braid, and had dressed in the Mormont black and maroon.
He couldn’t help it. He stroked her cheek, and her eyes went wide “Lynn…”
“Jace…?”
Before he could speak, she handed him the cup of water and he obediently drank, exhaustion washing over, his brain fog leaving. He took a few deep breaths, and looked behind her shoulder, where a ship was being commandeered by someone who looked exactly like Lynn. Her brother Rodrik.
Lynn noticed that and turned around, probably beaming as she cried “Brother!” She ran towards him, and he smiled running towards her as well. The siblings embraced, and he lifted her up, making her squeal.
“Ah, Aurynn! Look at yourself, what a handsome young woman you’ve become. I’m sure His Grace will be more than delighted to have a lovely bride by his side.”
Jace got up and dusted himself off. Posturing himself, he confidently strutted towards his brother-in-law and gave him a diplomatic smile “Lord Rodrik. Be welcome to Dragonstone. I hope that the journey wasn’t too perilous?”
“Nothing a bear like me can’t handle. We’re a tough bunch, aren’t we, Lynn?”
Jace looked at her tenderly “I’ve noticed. Your sister is a formidable woman, a paragon of strength and perseverance. I’m lucky to have her as a betrothed.”
Rodrik beamed “I am happy to hear that! Please, do tell me about Baela. What should one expect from her? My advisors can only tell me what they’re allowed to tell.”
With Lynn in tow, they conversed as she seemed to observe the way he treated with her brother, whom she seemed to love. They exchanged a few jokes and tales from Aurynn before she left to Dragonstone. Jace looked at her, amused “I didn’t take you from someone who would spit at a grown man.”
Lynn giggled “In my defence, he was being touchy and rude!”
“I won’t have to save you then?”
Lynn smirked “I could use some assistance in certain circumstances.”
Rodrik teasingly whispered “Do not let her figure fool you. Those knees of hers are of steel, they have broken many noses. Also, I hope you have cat instincts, she’s got the devil’s aim.”
Jace threw his head back and laughed, nodding. He didn’t mind all of that. It was nice, seeing for himself how Aurynn carried herself. Genteel, but fierce. Quiet, but with a commanding voice when it required. Someone who wasn’t helpless. She didn’t behave like a chess piece at his mother’s command, but rather someone who actually seemed humane and genuine. He never once felt like a prince, but as a man his own age, who truly knew nothing of what was most thrown at him.
Not to mention, she also knew how to play her part in the game of thrones, and did it well. He was more than thrilled to be her husband and king. Together, maybe they could make of Westeros something great. Something worth fighting for. He could picture it.
The teasing between siblings brought him back to life, both arguing over something he missed “Now, for the record, even I can have a faulty accuracy every once in a while,” she argued “I truly did not mean to hit the poor babe’s apple!”
“The what now?” Jace blinked, confused.
Rodrik chuckled “A long story, indeed.”
As they neared the gates, Aurynn noticed the cries of the younger princes. Aegon cried loudly, and Viserys was fussing around. Leaving her brother to introduce himself, Lynn wasted no time in picking the crying boy and started cradling him, shushing him gently, patting gently his back. Seeing that it didn’t work, she started humming a melody that her wet nurse used to sing to Rodrik, and started bouncing him, making faces and wide, goofy grins. The baby, curious about the pretty girl’s shenanigans, observed still with teary tears. Not once showing the distress of the attending lady that previously held him, she started making noises with her mouth, rocking him strongly, creating a rhythm that seemed to soothe and amuse the prince. Then, Aegon finally stopped crying and started laughing instead, his little, grubby hands on her face, giggling and looking at Aurynn. She kissed the prince, making noise with her lips, making the young prince squeak of delight. “Who’s the handsomest prince in the land? Is it you, sweetie? Yes, you are!” As if understanding her words, the prince giggled, and Jace’s heart soared with love.
She looked so beautiful, with a smile on her face, a glint in her eyes and a beautiful baby in her arms. But again, she looked good in anything. If he wasn’t certain before of his feelings towards her, he was now.
Giving the baby back to the lady, Aurynn smiled “My princess, my prince, my brother, Lord Rodrik Mormont of Bear Island.”
Bending the knee, Rodrik started talking “It is an honour to be here. I look forward embracing my husbandly duties and being worthy of Lady Baela and your illustrious family.”
Daemon taunted “Even your philandering?”
“Especially that, my prince. I have not even glanced at a woman ever since the negotiations were finished.”
The prince stared long and inquisitively at the boy, who remained on his knees, showing true redemption. Then, he got him up and clapped his back “Wonderful! Let us get you ready to meet my daughter. You smell of beef and salt.”
“As my prince commands.”
Jace whispered “Do you think he was being genuine?”
“He is. I believe that he’s willing to change.”
“Hopefully. Baela is, above all, a good friend whom I wish the very best.”
Aurynn squeezed his hand for one moment. It was smooth and warm, and her perfume invaded his nostrils once again. Following her inside, he then went to find Luke, who was surely chatting with Rhaena.
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Jace once again dreamt of her. She dressed the exact same white dress, leaving his wandering mind to imagine. It was dark, save for the torches and the flowers surrounding the arched door.
He slowly approached her, his fingers burning once again for her touch. His breath was already ragged, and he was only a few inches apart.
“Jace. Oh, Jace, how I’ve longed to see you here.”
“I could not sleep. Not without feeling your warmth before.”
“We are betrothed. Take what you will.”
“Do you want me to, Lynn?”
She instead stood on her toes and kissed him. Sighing, he kissed her back, one hand on her beautiful hair, and the other on her back, as warm as the torch that illuminated her beautiful features. Picking her up, he gently placed her against the fountain and deepened the kiss, rejoicing in her noises and ragged breath. She wanted him, and he was more than happy to be hers in that moment.
When his hand found her dress’ straps, he was blinded “Good morning, my prince,” his companion, who often woke him cheered “today your mother has many plans for your marriage. Let us get you dressed—,” he noticed his flushed face and ragged breath “Ah, dreaming again of Lady Mormont, are we? Let me fetch you some fresh water. Do not fret, the advantage of marriage is that soon, Lady Mormont shall alleviate you in my stead.”
Jace cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed. Drinking heartily the water, he took a deep breath “What do we got today?”
“The princess told me to get you dressed for her announcement. Would you like me to tend to Vermax while you’re there?”
He shook his head “That is alright, simply feed him and I’ll get there once Mother had said her piece.”
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Having dressed in the black ensemble, Jacaerys found that Aurynn, Rodrik and Baela were already there, and Rhaenyra beamed upon seeing her son. Luke must’ve slept in, as per usual in his age. He bowed and took his place beside Aurynn, and after two long minutes in which Daemon strutted into the room, Rhaenyra begun talking “With Lord Rodrik here, and the date of the wedding being pending, Daemon and I have discussed, and having two separate weddings would affect the realm’s coffers. That is why we shall have a double wedding: Jace and Aurynn will wed on the same day Baela and Rodrik wed.”
Daemon continued “Alicent has wed her son Daeron to the beloved Rosyn Westerling. It was a lavish wedding, and many more have considered her cause. We must upstage that wedding and convince the other Great Houses to join our ranks instead. A double wedding will do that. The Tyrells and Arryns have confirmed their attendance, and the Starks are yet to answer, as well as the Tullys, but something tells me they’re just being coy. Those ones love weddings more than anyone.”
“Then we convince them that our wedding is worth attending. A paragon of power, influence, security and showing that we have the upper hand.” Aurynn suggested “Tell your spies to find out what Lady Tully loves in a wedding, and we shall make it happen.”
Rhaenyra glanced appreciatively at Lynn “We shall do that.”
“And…” she added shyly “given how beloved the Westerlings are, if we perhaps show how happy and satisfied Lady Evelyne Westerling is, compared to Rosyn’s reluctance, then all rumours would be shut and Alicent’s whispers would have been told for naught.”
“What do you suggest we do, Lady Mormont?”
She looked at Daemon in the eye “With whispers that slam shut the greens’ whispers: a husband worthy of her. Of the Westerling name. Someone who may make Lady Westerling happy and compel the other houses to attend our festivities.”
“Where is that candidate, I wonder?” Jace thought out loud.
Aurynn whispered to a serving girl, then she rushed off. Two minutes later, she came back with a portrait. A black-haired, handsome and young man stood. The paper read: Rickard Fell, alongside qualities and a personality that matched Evelyne and House Westerling. Daemon and Rhaenyra looked at one another, debating in silence, and nodded “Summon him, then. Let him make his case during the wedding. His ties to both the North and the Riverlands ought to compel Lord Stark and Lord Tully to come. Well done, once again, Aurynn. Day by day, you prove to be worthy of my son.”
She smiled, and bowed deeply “I simply follow your prime example of leadership, my princess.”
Rhaenyra placed a hand on her shoulder, and smiled at her “If I had a thousand men with half your intelligence and cunning, I’d rule the whole world.”
Jace smiled, beaming with pride, happy to see the woman he so adored and his mother bonding “I am grateful that you united us, Mother.”
Rhaenyra didn’t say it out loud, but he knew well what she said: The Seven Kingdoms would be in good hands once it was his turn.
Hopefully that’d be far away from now.
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Back at the study, Jace rejoiced in reading his aunt Visella’s tales from Dorne, and could almost feel the warm sun and the smells around it. Spices, sand, silks, and delicious perfumes and silks.
A knock interrupted his vision.
“Come in.”
It was Aurynn and Luke. His brother peered at his letters “Is that aunt Visella’s letters?”
He nodded “She’s done quite the connections there. Seems happier there than with her dastardly husband in Casterly Rock. Never knew what to do with her.”
Aurynn looked at Jace “You don’t think the heir to House Lannister is worthy of her? He was probably the most eligible bachelor of his age.”
Luke snorted “And, according to Daemon, a blithering idiot who wasn’t man enough to handle a dragon.”
“Luke,” Aurynn chastised him, warning the boy about his language.
“Sorry. We forgot about the fact that you are a lady.”
Lynn shook her head, pinching Luke’s cheek “The Princess’ marriage is none of our business. As long as she’s secured and content, all is well. I’m afraid we’re past impending said marriage. Visella’s a grown woman who can handle her husband’s attitude well enough. Now, leaving this behind, I was hoping to discuss some parts of the wedding. Give it our touch, you know?”
Jace smiled “Of course, Lynn. Do sit.”
“I’ll… go tend to Arrax.” Luke smiled, going away.
Jace looked at his betrothed, the woman he had been secretly mad about for a long time, and cleared his throat “What did you want to discuss?”
“As you know, my mother died in childbirth, and my father was killed in battle. I was… hoping to be walked alongside Baela by Daemon, since he was a father figure to me at least.”
Jace nodded “Done. What else did you want to discuss?”
“I have the perfect dress design, but I can’t decide the colour. And I want to send a message: that I am your wife and future queen. Would you like me to wear your mother’s black, or red and maroon, since those are your colours?”
Jace didn’t even need to mull it over for long “Wear black and red. House Targaryen’s colours.” He took off his necklace and gave it to her “And I want you to wear this. A token of my affections.”
He could see her ears turning pink, and seemed to try to be as dignified as possible “Thank you, my prince. It’s…a very touching gift.”
Arming himself with valour, he took her hands and lifted her chin “Listen, Lynn, about the wedding night… I understand how terrifying it could be. But I promise you, I… care about you deeply, and would not dream of hurting you. I want you to enjoy yourself as much as it is allowed. And I won’t allow anyone to make you feel uncomfortable. Ever.”
She took a deep breath and nodded, clearly flustered of how openly he discussed such topics. Then, she gave him a clearly trained smile “You are a very kind and attentive groom. I am lucky that I am to be your wife.” She cleared her throat “Now, um, regarding the tablecloth, I was thinking of stitching both our houses’ sigil…”
He itched to ask her if she loved or even cared for him, but did not find the strength. Instead, he allowed her to keep talking. After all, such feelings ought not to be rushed.
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After the day had finally come to an end, Aurynn rushed to her bed, falling on her back on the feathery mattress. Letting out the breath she had been taking on for long, she clutched Jace’s necklace, feeling the owner’s warmth, and tried to get such unladylike thoughts out of her system.
The mention of the bedding ceremony had caught her off guard, and the fact that her dreams had been similar, she had done her best to behave accordingly. One simple wanton action, and she would’ve sullied her house’s reputation and name. A crown prince’s bride ought to be demure, composed and poised, and her sinful thoughts almost got the better of her.
She had loved Jace since she was a girl, and was so close to having her dream come true. She could not take one wrong step, no matter how tempting it was. Missing the cold waters, she decided to take a swim.
Sneaking quietly, she was both surprised and pleased to not see Rodrik wandering off with a maid, and walked all the way to the beach, where she took off all but her chemise, which was rather short due to the hot islandic weather. Stepping onto the cold water, it did not bite her. Indeed, Bear Island’s waters were much colder, sending divine chills through her. Walking with her long brown locks down and her facing the moonlight, her hands caressed the cold water, revelling in the elegant movement of the sea.
She could feel her fears and inhibitions leaving her body, connecting with her innermost feminine side, which was rare in a man’s world. Her, utter silence, the sea and the moon. Her soul disconnected from her body, as if the imposing castle was miles away from her. Everything seemed to disappear. Even her. And her thoughts.
As she returned ashore, something compelled her to drop her nightgown and allow the moon to observe her beauty. She did. The wind seemed to agree with her, and she felt free. Seen. Like she had just been blessed.
That’s when she noticed a ragged breath from a few paces away. She turned around, her sogged dress covering her exposed skin. She saw a familiar curly hair and audibly gasped.
He quickly turned around and started walking really fast, as if he wanted not to see her. Was her body so ugly? Or did he think her unworthy of him now because of such pagan actions?
Aurynn now feared for the morning.
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As Jacaerys ran away, he hoped that the nightly breeze would put away such sinful thoughts of Aurynn, who looked ravishing in the moonlight, her long hair covering her back. As he slammed shut his bedchamber’s door, he took a deep breath, steadying himself and his thoughts.
What he felt for Aurynn was strong. With her, he always knew he could be a man according his age, not a perfect prince with standards. But there were some lines to draw. She was a respected lady, and he was a prince, and henceforth, a gentleman. But every time he felt her warmth nearby, all his mother and father taught him about being a gentleman threatened to go away and simply give in to his most primal desires.
He swallowed yet again, laying on the bed, unable to take said image from his head.
However could he face her in the morning?
Chapter 3: Bears on Fire
Summary:
Rodrik arrives at Dragonstone and gets to know his bride, all while reminding himself of what drove him to accept the proposal
Notes:
After weeks and weeks of troubles, I've finally completed the second chapter! We've got a Rodrik pov and a first insight to Bear Island and its troubles! Writing him has been so much fun! All thanks to my dearest friend Alys ( blood0fthedragon on Tumblr! ) for being my beta!! Go check her fic 'What Will Survive of Us' rn!!
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Upon the night of his arrival at Dragonstone, Rodrik had felt welcome, however, he was reluctant of the marriage. He hardly knew Baela, and had heard many things about her, some of them mixed. She was a mystery to him.
After having dined and put on his nightshirt, he went down to the kitchen to a glass of water. Dragonstone wasn’t as cold as Bear Island, but was rather chilly. As he took in the simplicity of the kitchen, he was reminded of his castle back home, and his lifestyle. His father, Brandon, had been his hero growing up. But he had died back in Jaehaerys’ reign when he was a boy, and was now under the command of his uncle, Torrhen. He had always been a strange fellow, now that he had given it a thought after that fateful night in which he had accepted to marry Baela instead of one of Greyjoy’s daughters. Always alone with that man from Lys, whisperings and what seemed like plotting.
He had always told him to ‘be a boy his age’ and that ‘lordship could wait’ as he sent him beautiful women all over Westeros to his bed, or money to the brothels. He had made no attempt to sit on his seat, which he’d always kick himself for.
As he downed another cup of water, he remembered that night yet again since he had set sail, leaving the regency to his father’s friend, Marlon Snow; a shrewd, patient and wise man who had served as a squire to Prince Aemon when he was but seven, then cupbearer to the previous Lord of Winterfell during the councils of King Jaehaerys and who had been his father’s wisest and most beloved friend, and even respected by his mother, the Lady Alys Blackwood. It was said that it was Marlon himself who proposed Alys as wife instead of the sanguine and unpredictable Lady Dustin. It was mayhaps because of him that Rodrik existed at all. He had served his father well, and had given him helpful advice on handling the Targaryens and navigate the princess’ court. His mind raced back to what had gone down in Bear Island under his very nose.
As he left the brothel, a feeling that he wasn’t meant to be there, he observed two men from his table talking. Hiding beneath his cloak, he listened quietly.
“…Aye, it’s true, Torrhen is driving us to ruin while the rightful heir drinks and whores! Spending over the Greens, killing those who uncover him, bribes! Why nobody we sent over to Lord Rodrik has appeared is concerning. He grows more corrupt and powerful by the day. We must act, before Lord Cregan notices it. His men are always near, and they’re sniffing something.”
He finally broke out of his hiding “And, pray tell, my lords, what are they sniffling?”
The men’s eyes widened. Surprise. Relief. Then, resolve.
“My lord. We ought to have an urgent talk, but not here.”
That is where everything was discovered: proof that his uncle had sent an assassin to slay Lord Brandon, Torrhen blackmailing everyone, and how slowly he had sabotaged Rodrik to take over Bear Island, and the deep corruption he had created: violence, stealing from the smallfolk, killing those who sought to restore him, and how he planned to sabotage his marriage by poisoning him and blame it on a clueless woman as a jealous act.
Simmering with anger, he looked at the lords “Find those who’d support me. Steal the ancestral sword and bring it to the Mormont hunting lodge under the excuse of another of my parties. In two days’ time, we’ll strike.”
“Tell us what to do, my lord.”
With the sword and supporters at the secret passage inside the castle, he rallied his men there and told him the exact instructions: kill the traitors, spare the women and children, make their deaths quick. He’d take care of Uncle Torrhen like a true Mormont.
As he casually slid into the room where the men laughed and drank, madams and whores on their laps, many looked up to see a sober and tall Lord Rodrik. Despite his head throbbing, needing alcohol, he still held his head high, and stood against his seated uncle “I believe this is my seat. Thank you for warming it up, uncle, but I shall lead the festivities today.”
Begrudgingly, he got up and mockingly let him seat. Madams that he trusted had been replaced by the ones his uncle planned on attending, although he didn’t know of said trade, as planned. Three cupbearers served a very special wine. Not quite wine, not quite poison for his uncle’s lackeys. He raised his hand, calling for silence “A toast! For today, I take my rightful seat and pry it off those who’d threaten the goodwill of the Mormonts. A new era has arrived, and soon everything will fall into place.” Many of the men were sweating at this new play, thinking the same: he should be drunk and buried in a madam’s bosom, not here being the lord. He smiled. “But before the grand surprise, another final announcement: my good sister Aurynn has been betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, and, in her eternal kindness, Princess Rhaenyra has offered me the hand of her niece, Baela Targaryen.” Murmurs erupted from his uncle’s men. He should be announcing his engagement to a Greyjoy. His uncle hissed something, but he ignored it. “Drink, to a prosperous future… and learning not to underestimate my power.”
That is when the sedative kicked in. All of them fainted, and the rest panicked. Like clockwork, his men sneaked upon the minor traitors and quickly slit their throats. His uncle tried to flee, but Rodrik tackled him and slammed him against the desk, Longclaw in his hand “Going somewhere, uncle? Before having a chat with me? Quite rude. Guards!” Then, he knocked him out, and took him to the planned cage, outside in the cold, cruel winter. They stripped him, beat him, cut off his hair and braids and chained him wound tight. As the sun rose, they took him out and placed him on his knees “You stand accused of high treason, murder, aiding abetting, corruption, and betraying your oath to the rightful heir. How do you answer to these crimes, Lord Torrhen?”
Gritting his teeth, he mumbled “I—I only did… what I thought best—,”
He got up, gripping Longclaw “The only thing you think about is your own greed. I’ve read all your letters. Your men have confessed under torture. The others are dead or on the run to Essos. Confess, and I shall make your death quick.”
“I… did it f-for… t-the rightful h-heir…” He looked at him coldly “Aegon Targaryen.”
He only shrugged coldly “Suit yourself. I shall marry Baela to right this wrong, and you’ll be too busy getting to know the worms underground.”
He cut off his head expertly, and nodded to the men outside to do what he had commanded ahead of the interrogation: execute the men the same way publicly as he himself announced the pardon to Torrhen’s prisoners and victims, and his departure to wed Baela… and bring her as the new Lady of Bear Island in three moons’ time.
As the memory faded, he noticed he wasn’t alone. Instead, stood the reason he had come here at all. Lady Baela Targaryen. He did a quick bow “My lady. Couldn’t sleep either?” They had talked here and there, and Rodrik had thrown Baela’s way some charming compliments and always made sure that fresh flowers and tokens were given to her, and always stood by her side during council meetings, where they were cupbearers and, of course, Rodrik spoke per House Mormont’s interests, which Baela seemed interested. This was their first talk since they had sat down and talked about how they felt about their marriage.
Baela shrugged “I always had trouble sleeping.”
Without needing to ask, Rodrik also got her a glass of water, and handed it to her “I suppose marrying a complete stranger isn’t how you imagined your wedding. You grew up with Jace, and Jace with my sister, but not me.”
“Bear Island needed its heir’s presence. Besides, this engagement caught everyone off guard.”
“It sure did. But now that we are here… if you wish to get to know me, you only need to ask. I have nothing to hide from my future wife.”
Baela observed him, and then asked “How do you feel about fiery tempers?”
“I like a woman with character, and Bear Island’s lifestyle is cold and crude sometimes. I’ll need a strong wife by my side who can take it all.”
Baela’s eyes softened, an amused look on her face “Do you have some place to store Moondancer?”
“I do. It’s being perfected to cater your dragon’s tastes as we speak.”
“So my dragon doesn’t intimidate you?”
Rodrik shrugged, smiling “Every man in Westeros is a bit fascinated with dragons.”
Baela got closer to him “People whisper of your philandering. What are your honest declarations about it?”
“It is true, but for you, Lady Baela, I want to leave it in the past and focus on my wife.”
“For me, you say?”
He stroked her cheek, being almost against the table, and whispered “For you, Baela Targaryen. You have quite that effect.”
She smiled cheekily “Do I terrify you?”
“A bit,” he casually confessed “every man ought to be wisely a bit scared of his Targaryen wife. But again, I’ve always had a fondness for terrifying women.”
Baela chuckled, her hand tracing the neckline of his open nightshirt “Why me, Rodrik Mormont?”
His hand kept stroking her cheek, his other hand lingering close to her waist “Because my advisers might be right. You are what Bear Island and I need. A strong woman with a fiery temper and a bravery to endure this war and bring prosperity to Bear Island.”
They were close. Very close. Sparks were flying among them. It didn’t help that Baela was almost straddling him against the wooden desk, her hands on his shoulders, almost nose-to-nose. She then whispered “And do you believe them?”
He firmly seized her waist with his hand and whispered back “I am here, in this kitchen, showing you my cards, am I not, Lady Baela?”
“Yes, but can you handle the heat I bring?”
He smirked, rather sinful thoughts roaming his mind “I may be of ice, but give me some credit.”
He could kiss her. Hell, he could take her right there. She didn’t seem to be shy about it. In fact, she seemed willing. The way her dark eyes looked at him was equally smouldering and sinful. But then, he remembered what his advisor had said. Despite his urges, Baela was a respectable lady, and he needed to prove that he could be a gentleman. The order was clear: he was not to soil her until they were pronounced man and wife, and he was not to even look at other women ever again if he wanted this to work.
Taking a painstakingly deep breath, he gently broke the embrace and gave her an apologetic look “Pardon me, my lady. I’ve yet to remember myself. We should go to bed before we do something we might regret… and incur the princess’ wrath, or worse, your father’s.”
Without waiting for her to convince him, he curtsied and left the kitchen, heart pounding in his chest.
Dodged an arrow by a mile. The last thing he needed was to meet Vaemond Velaryon’s fate for thinking with his cock rather than his head. He had arrived expecting a vain and entitled princess to coddle, but getting to know the woman had been a different experience. He had been walked on by women in very odd scenarios, but this was different. Baela was an innocent woman, as far as he knew –but if she wasn’t, then he wouldn’t mind much—and there seemed to be a connection forming between the two. He had never felt the magnetic pull he felt towards Baela. He had many women in his lap –and other most private places—but Baela’s attention felt rewarding. He had found in her a fascinating woman that fuddled and intrigued him. Even if he had played confident, deep inside he was nervous. Never once a Targaryen had wed a Mormont. This was a unique match. His house—his and Lynn’s—tied to not one, but two Valyrian descent houses. The pressure was on from everywhere. He knew she was his duty first, but he wouldn’t be honest if he didn’t admit he wanted to give her a shot, because he wanted to be an honest man from now onwards.
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Morning came once more, as he was woken by a servant, Rodrik blinked several times, not used to being woken by early morning, waking up normally at late noon. Sighing, he asked “What do we got today? Seating arrangement? Dance rehearsal, perhaps?”
The servant cleared its throat, clearly concerned “You are to spend a whole day hunting with Prince Daemon, my lord.”
“Ah, a chance to get to know Lynn’s betrothed as well—,”
“Alone.”
Oh fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Chapter 4: Chapter Three: The Hunter of Youth
Summary:
While Aurynn starts to dip her toes into womanhood, Rodrik learns a truth about him that will change everything forever
Notes:
This chapter, while not explicit, deals with sexual assault, reader's discretion is heavily advised
Thank you @rainwingmarvel7 for being my beta reader! Check out her fic, 'As The Raven Flies' !
Visella Targaryen is an OC borrowed from my friend @blood0fthedragon on Tumblr, check out her fic 'What Will Survive of Us!'
I will be following the timeline and events of Fire and Blood while taking some creative liberties myself
English isn't my first language, please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes
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Thu-thump, thu-thump. As Rodrik was dressed by his manservants, his heart raced fast. In a few minutes, he’d go hunting in unknown woods with no less than the Rogue Prince, his future father-in-law… and the deadliest man in Westeros. As he tried to control his breathing, many scenarios came to his head: being fed to Caraxes, stabbed by his men in the woods…
Now with his hunting gear ready, he took a deep breath. Best to face the music.
He went downstairs and greeted Daemon, who finished talking with Princess Rhaenyra. He bowed to her “Princess. My prince.” He addressed Daemon.
Daemon looked at him, an unreadable expression on his face “Ah, Rodrik! Come here, boy, we are off to our hunt.”
“Wh-where are the princes?”
“Jace is off to business in town, and Luke is riding Arrax, and won’t be here for a while. It is just us. We’ll be on the lookout for some sheep and wild boars for Syrax.”
Rodrik wasn’t a stranger to hunting. Since he could walk on his own, he had known to wield many weapons, and his father had taught him how to hunt in Bear Island. Uncle Torrhen hadn’t bothered to teach him much, only when he truly insisted.
As they got away from the castle, he spied Aurynn in Baela’s room, laughing about something. How he wished they switched places at that moment.
“Come, boy! We’ve a long journey ahead of us.”
He sighed. Well, he had a good life, if not short
Aurynn had finished doing her hair she heard a woosh in the wind. Luke riding Arrax, probably. As she brushed her hair, she waited for someone to call on her, but instead found herself bored to death. Making her hair into a simple braid, she went to find Baela, who was surely wondering what her father would do to poor Rodrik.
She found Baela playing with her dagger, mumbling in High Valyrian. “Am I interrupting something, Baela?”
Baela looked up and gave her a small smile, shaking her head “No. Just wondering if my fiancé will return in tears or without a cock.”
Aurynn pursed her lips “I don’t see why he would do such a thing. Mayhaps he wants some bonding time?”
Baela chuckled “First rule about my father: he never does anything for the sake of bonding. Not at least in these matters.”
Aurynn sat down, sighing “At least you have a father to bond with.”
Baela grimaced “Right, I forgot… Your father, he passed when you were young.”
Aurynn fiddled with her hands “They both did.”
Baela took her hands in her own and squeezed them “We are your family now. Rhaenyra is a mother to us all, and my father is too. He may play the terrifying rogue prince, but deep down, he’s fond of you. You asked him to walk us down the aisle, after all.”
Aurynn’s sour expression lightened “I did not expect him to accept so eagerly, to be fair. It is nice… a nice feeling. To have a fatherly figure who wants to be a fatherly figure. Not many girls get that, or a father at all. I am lucky. Everyone in this castle is. The smallfolk outside these walls cannot say the same.”
Baela hugged her, and they stayed that way, enjoying the warmth of the other “You know, I’ve always wanted a sister. I love Rodrik, but he won’t understand my most… female concerns.”
Baela straightened up “Tell them to me. Between the two of us, we can figure it out.”
Aurynn looked at the window, and then at the door, and leaned closer to Baela “Honestly? I… have never been kissed before. I mean, stable boys and sons of lords offered but… how could I do something I do not know how to do? And I don’t want to make a fool of myself with Jace…”
“I’m sure he’d be delighted to be your first kiss.”
“But… what if I am a bad kisser? The books do not tell us how to kiss.”
Baela smirked “Depends on which books you read.”
Aurynn blinked “Don’t tell me…” she gasped “Those books are restricted to the adults! We don’t even reach five and ten between the two of us!”
Baela giggled “Do not tell me you aren’t even a little curious!”
Aurynn blushed, then cleared her throat “Honestly? I am. Very curious.”
Baela didn’t say anything. She just went to a small hidden hole in her wall and produced a book full of carnal pleasures of all kinds and opened it “According to the experts, this is how one kisses.”
As they furthered away from the castle, Rodrik had this feeling that Daemon had a reason to hunt alone with him. Joffrey was certainly old enough to hunt, and Luke could’ve ridden Arrax later.
As they neared what seemed like a trail, Daemon turned to him, his violet eyes inquisitive “Have you ever hunted before, boy?”
“Yes. A few years ago. I was eight, I believe.”
Daemon nodded “And you are… one and ten, I believe?”
“Yes, my prince.”
Daemon hummed, a peculiar look on his face “Eleven, and already know most of Bear Island’s brothels and madams.”
Rodrik flushed, feeling called out, and looked onto the foggy weather instead.
“The prey got your tongue already, boy?”
“I, uhm… Ahem. It is what boys my age do, do they not? Get the lay of the land.”
“Perhaps. But not at eleven. At thirteen, perhaps. Sixteen, if they’re a bit shy. But not at eleven, my boy.”
“M—My Lord uncle—,”
“Is a traitorous cunt who used you and your innocence for his gain. At eleven, a kiss would be more appropriate, but not that.”
Rodrik frowned “Were you not wed at sixteen? By then you would’ve… known a woman or two before your wife.”
Daemon seemed to frown, a certain anger and disgust in his face. It had been known that Daemon Targaryen kept the long company of Mysaria of Lys, a lovely and beautiful woman that seemed to keep the prince happy enough to keep her for all the duration of his marriage. As he seemed to search for the right answer, Rodrik suddenly regretted being so blunt about it. “I knew the company of a madam or two, yes. My brother, King Viserys, chose the first as a brotherly gift. I barely enjoyed it. We have different taste in women, you see. The point is, boy, that by then I knew a thing or two about the innerworkings of desire. You were no less than eight when shoved to a madam by your own kin. You could have been with a sword, or reading the annals of your family, or even be instructed by tutors, but you were at a whorehouse so your uncle could do his dirty laundry in peace.” Rodrik gulped, feeling that he was telling him what he had been suspecting all along “You were a child. You still are. You shouldn’t think of those things until you reach the agreeable age. Your uncle used you under a lie. But I know that you were confused and even scared.” He reached for his pocket and showed letters. Letter written by Marlon. Marlon, who refused to leave his side. Whose voice he last heard before drunkenness took over and all he could remember was a madam taking him to her chambers. A wave of pain and horror washed over him. He dropped on his knees, the memories he failed to remember in the morning coming back.
“I take no pleasure in this, boy, but Lord Torrhen was adamant.”
“My poor child. There is nothing I can do. He’ll kill my children if I do not carry on.”
“I think it’s for the best that you’re this drunk and numb. You and I know you do not belong here, child.”
“Gods, you have my son’s age… forgive me, Mother. Have mercy of this poor boy.”
“All I can do is be gentle and finish as quick as I am allowed.”
He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move, he could hardly breathe. He remembers retching and crying like there was no tomorrow. He felt dirty, soiled, like he was worth nothing. All his years, he had been perhaps brainwashed into thinking that he had a wandering eye, that he loved the ladies. That had been his fame, his identity. And now, it was taken away. He was… gods, what the seven hells was he?
He then felt Daemon kneeling to his level “I know that you do not wish to be touched at the moment, and that is alright. But you must listen to me, boy. Breathe through your nose deeply. Now, exhale through the mouth. Let it all out. There is nothing wrong with a little cry. I’ll be right here.”
He asked in a raspy voice “Is that why you brought me here?”
“Yes. After the unfortunate first encounters with the madams my brother chose, I promised myself I’d guard my sons better when I became a father.”
“I am not your son, m-my prince.”
The next phrase was delivered with tenderness “Not yet, at least. Here, my boy. Drink milk of the poppy. It’ll ease the pain in your chest. And some bread. Simple, but it shall fill your guts.”
He drank the milk shakily, and slowly ate the loaf of bread. Then, Daemon helped him up and handed him the crossbow “Here. Even if you fail, releasing some feelings will do you good.”
Rodrik took some shaky breaths. Then, he adjusted his vision, and saw what looked like a tail. He shot, letting out a grunt. He did not kill the beast, but he struck it nevertheless. Perhaps he wasn’t so helpless after all.
Perhaps, and just perhaps, there was some hope for redemption left for him.
Aurynn had been squinting at the picture for the next thirty minutes, but still didn’t understand. Which lip did she kiss? Was the tongue necessary? Where could her hands go? It’d be unladylike to shove her hand in certain places, and even a she-bear like herself had some limits.
“I don’t get it.”
Baela looked around, then whispered “Let me demonstrate, then.”
Aurynn frowned “How? The mirror is the only acceptable place—,” she noticed how she hovered over her, licking her lips. “What… are you doing?”
“I can show you how to kiss… myself.”
Aurynn’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed “K-kiss you? Me?”
“Yes! I’ve heard whispers of old friends and even older female figures showing how to kiss to brides so they aren’t completely helpless with their husbands in Essos. And, we are to be sisters. It could be a good experience.”
Aurynn blushed fiercely. Her heartbeat beat fast. What scandalized her wasn’t Baela’s offer, it was the fact that the idea tempted her. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her spine and nodded at her “Show me how it’s done.”
“Okay, first, come a bit closer. There. Now, pucker your lips.” Baela chuckled “Not so much. Slightly. Yes, like that. Now… tilt your head a bit. Close your eyes and…”
“And?” She mumbled.
Baela’s lips gently pressed against hers. Aurynn had noticed now that her lips were plump and soft, and that she probably used some sort of balm for them. A strange noise came out of her, and her hands clumsily grabbed her shoulders. Baela chuckled “When kissing Jace, do try to put your hands on his neck or hair. And he should put his hands… here.” She whispered against her, placing her hands on her hip, and a pleased gasp escaped her. She blushed once again. She wasn’t even thinking of Jace as she kissed Baela.
They kissed again, and Aurynn wondered if Baela thought of her brother when kissing her, and she was the only one admiring Baela and her skills, not a mere practice for the boys. Aurynn stroked her hair, and soon she was on her lap, her hands roaming her cheeks, her jawline, her neck, her hips.
“Let me show you something that’ll drive the boys crazy.”
Baela teasingly nipped Lynn’s lip, and she groaned in pleasure “Are you really thinking of the boys?”
Baela breathed as she drew her towards her again “Not at all.”
“Good.”
They kissed again, reveling into the other’s kiss.
Until the sound of Joffrey’s screams “Dada is back!” interrupted them. Both flushing and making themselves comfortable, each grabbing their linen napkins, they wiped any trace of kissing and chuckled. Going downstairs, Jace was back from his duties and Luke had come from his ride with Arrax. Rhaena beamed at Luke, who kissed her hand and started whispering. Daemon and Rodrik barged through the doors, both with three sheep and a boar. Jace whispered “Are you alright? You’re flushed and your lips are… swollen. Anything I should know?”
Goosebumps raised from Aurynn “Later, Jace.” She nodded towards her brother, who also looked like a mess. His knees were full of mud, he looked pale and his eyes were red, but looked somewhat more… cheery than she ever remembered. Like he had at last found his life’s purpose. He grabbed two flowers “For you, Lady Baela, and for you too, Princess.” He gallantly said, handing beautiful poppies to both Rhaenyra and Baela. Rhaenyra gave her hand to kiss, and he obediently did, and then kissed Baela’s hand as well.
Aurynn teasingly asked “Where are my flowers, Jace?”
He smiled, a twinkle in his eye “I’ve got a much better surprise for you.”
“When?”
“I shall tell you later. Go greet your brother. He looks like he fought a bear with his bare hands and barely escaped.”
Aurynn embraced her brother and whispered in his ear “Whatever did you and Prince Daemon got up to?”
Rodrik chuckled “Not as much mischief as you and Baela. Any context of why she smells like you?”
Aurynn giggled “Long story.”
Rhaenyra clapped her hands “Well, you two go clean yourselves. Supper will be served soon.”
As Aurynn turned to leave, Jace casually passed by her, sliding a note on her pocket.
Tomorrow at sunset where we first were introduced.
Don’t be late.
J.
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