He thought he had lost the dark haired women in the sea of people that had been at court for the tourney. Not to mention the feast and dancing that had come along with tourneys. He’d enjoyed himself enough but the daughter of Robert Baratheon kept popping up in his thoughts when he had been dancing and tried to keep her off his mind by interacting with the numerous ladies but it was to no avail.
That’s when he saw his sister talking with her, engaging in what seemed like a pleasant conversation. So, he ventured closer giving a smile as he approached. “Good evening, Lady Relena.” He gave his sister a look and she quickly ended her conversation and excused herself, leaving them alone.
“I was hoping to get to ask you if you wanted to stay at Court. I know it’s quite some ways away from Storms End but, ah, Daenerys seems to enjoy your company very much.” As do I. He thought, unsure of how to quite ask her to stay. “You-you don’t have to, but it’d be very nice if you did. We all really enjoy your company.”
i seriously cannot believe foldable phones are about to make a comeback. foldable smartphones are being made right now. you can finally end a call with a clat again.
finally I can hang my phone up in a dramatic way…again
The clat will be more dramatic due to the screen shattering
I love how the 5e corebook is very clear about how dragonborn do not have tails and literally every player and DM since has unilaterally said “That’s fucking dumb give them a tail :/”
“Lady Stark we have to go.” Rhaegar had defended her, not having enough time to get to Robb before he was stabbed but managing to get a good hit off on one of the Lannister men. “Catelyn!” He shouted as he started to drag her out of the room, picking up a shield to cover their back and eventually after much effort and combat, managed to get Lady Stark out of the warzone and escaped into the knight, when he thought they were safe that’s when he let her down. “Lady Stark-” She didn’t seem responsive and he couldn’t quite blame her, he himself was on edge trying to make sure no one was coming after them.
“She’s half starved.” Lyanna mutters, adjusting the baby in her arms. She passes off the sleeping Jon to one of the lady’s and tucks her other arm under Daenerys. She loved her son, that was for certain, but he didn’t need her near as much as this tiny, skinny baby did. Lyanna had never seen a baby be skinny before Daenerys’ arrival. “She and Jon are but six months apart adn yet – yet she seems so… different then he.” She feels the tiny toothless baby gum her nipple slightly, almost as though she’s making sure it’s still there.
“He’s so little.” Lyanna mutters, Aegon was just eighteen months old if her maths was correct, and to have sustained the injuries he did… it was a miracle he was still breathing, but she wasn’t hopeful he’d be whole. “An-and Elia’s brother, Oberyn, have you written him? told him the children are okay. I-I know he might not… like the idea but I-I’d like to keep them here. They’re Jon’s siblings, and after the trouble birthing Jon that I had they may be his only siblings for a long while.”
She purses her lips when he mentions the Kingslayer. “Rhaegar, it would be different if it were you. You did not swear a vow to protect your father with your life. If Jamie Lannister could break that vow once he’d do it again, I know he would and next time it might be you or the children. I-I won’t have him around them. Assign Arthur Dayne to the children and I if you must but please, not Jamie Lannister.” Tywin as the hand was a whole other bed of vipers, she’d have preferred someone else, literally anyone else, but there was no persuading Rhaegar when he took that tone. “Just – I don’t want Lord Tywin or Ser Jamie around our children. it’s too dangerous.”
“Oberyn, yes I have. In fact i’ve asked him to be apart of the small council. He’s agreed, i’m trying to foster the relations broken during the war, and this way Oberyn can be close to his sisters children and they to their Uncle. I’ve arranged for Viserys and Arianne Martell to marry when they are older. We also need to look for other arrangements for Rhaenys and when Dany and Jon are older…”
Lyanna was just as stubborn as he was on this subject and he knew that she was scared, scared of the possibilities that might occur. “Both Gerold and Arthur will attend to you and the children. I promise you. Ser Barristan will accompany and watch Rhae and Aegon’s chambers” Rhaegar paused, giving a long heavy sigh.
“Jaime swore an oath yes, but he was also sworn to obey his father. His father rebelled against the King. He swore to protect the innocent and defend the weak. My father would have killed the innocent and the weak. He nearly blew up Kings Landing and more. I’m not saying what Jamie Lannister did was right, but I as a knight and a Prince understand where his mind set was at during the time. How could he obey the King when his duties also applied to myself and the others of royal blood? He had to obey his father and mine…It’s a tug of war he couldn’t have won, Lyanna. My father killed your brother and father. He’s part of why this war happened. He kept the letters we wrote to your family and started Robert on his idea of a rebellion.”
“Lord Tywin hasn’t accepted the position yet, dealing with Robert asking for Cersei’s hand. Lord Tywin stayed netural in the war but he was against my father. Not myself. Those loyal to my father and not myself are to be killed or sent to the wall. Robert’s lucky I don’t send him off to the wall. It’s only your brother, Eddard who stays that action.”
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