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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 14
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A big thank you to MARch_Of_Time for proofreading!
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"In that case, one way to deal with it might be to show in no uncertain terms what the result of an escalation would be." -From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 4
Otto was pleased to be back in King's Landing. Alicent had not done an awful job in his stead, but he much preferred a more hands-on approach. Having two levers over Viserys would be useful. Some ideas and suggestions worked best in the small council room and others in the bed chambers. He knew now the one topic the King would never budge on, the succession, so long as he avoided stepping on that beartrap, his position would be secure.
His grandson Aemond had also done well. Securing the power of Vermithor to their cause was magnificent. Now they had a potential answer for Vhagar. The odds were still poor without the proper preparation, but they were growing better by the moment. Daeron and Daenora were too young to claim dragons yet, but they too would have options.
The fire at Harrenhal had worked out even better than what had been intended. Larys had made the arrangements with the goal of killing Lyonel, Harwin, and Harwin's son. Otto only truly cared about making the Hand position open. Harwin surviving and moving to Dragonstone? That was a gift from the Seven. Harwin dead would give time for people to forget Rhaenyra's transgressions, but a constant reminder in the form of a living breathing Breakbones? Perfect. He had told Larys not to make any additional moves without his say and the man had begrudgingly agreed.
It had been quite an unexpected coup to learn Larys hated his family. He had never suspected anything of the sort, but having a member of the Strong family on the council would no doubt make the Blacks believe they had another ally alongside the Master of Coin. Little would they realize that the Master of Whisperers was firmly on the side of the Greens.
Otto attended the first council session since his return with a jovial spirit.
"Ah, welcome Lord Hand," Lord Wylde spoke first and the rest murmured their greetings.
Viserys smiled at him. "Thank you for agreeing to return as my Hand. The peace the Seven Kingdoms has enjoyed needs someone of your caliber seeing to matters of state. Be welcome Otto Hightower."
"Thank you, Your Grace. I am eager to begin my duties. Having just arrived I have not yet prepared an agenda, what business does the small council have today?"
"Nothing overly pressing. I have the year's totals of the treasury to go over. Revenues continue to be up, and we've seen a marked uptick in trade which led to a projected net revenue improvement for next year's budgetary needs. There is a list of suggestions regarding usage of the surplus."
"What are those proposals?" Viserys asked.
"Infrastructure improvements. The kingsroad is not robust in many areas. By expanding and solidifying these roads, particularly to the north through the Riverlands, we will be able to decrease the cost of transporting goods. Banditry is not a serious issue, but we are dependent frequently on the local lords to resolve said issues. Once they are gone from a lord's lands, pursuit is not done seriously. Our chief proposal is to both improve the roads and create a secondary branch of the City Watch who would be responsible for patrolling those roads."
Lord Wylde nodded, "A good suggestion. Justice should not be thwarted due to laxness or fecklessness."
"What are the other suggestions?" Otto asked. He was uncertain if another armed force would be useful or a detriment. Oldtown did a great amount of trade via sea. If the roads were to be improved, he would prefer it be the roseroad.
"The Stepstones could be fortified and ships sent to help patrol. House Velaryon wishes to keep tariffs low, but if they are to bear the brunt of defending the Stepstones they would need to recoup their costs. As trade benefits all, it is another fine suggestion," Lord Beesbury replied.
Lyman cleared his throat again.
"Improving the Royal Fleet is always an option. We could also improve the city; some parts are a fire hazard and we can consider a concept called zoning to ensure the city reduces its noticeable stench. It would involve paying owners of certain properties a fair value so they can be torn down and rebuilt elsewhere. The proposal is one I personally dislike, but it is an option."
Otto narrowed his gaze. "You've mentioned 'our' and proposals you dislike, who are you working with on this?"
"Ah, that would be the princess, Elaena. She's a font of wonderful ideas and her accounting reforms as well as the Dragon Bank have seen our coffers grow and productive industry flourish." He gave a wry smile. "Well, I can't place all the credit on her, Ser Laenor clearing out the Triarchy at the Stepstones is of course a great boon."
Viserys was beaming. "Elaena is the Realm's Blessing as Rhaenyra was the Realm's Delight. Two fine daughters any King would be proud of."
You have two other daughters as well.
It was frustrating to have learned from his own daughter that Elaena was so simplistic in her view of the succession. Her voice could influence the likes of Beesbury and others if she had followed Alicent's lead. Her insistent neutrality in dress was a surprise. Possibly it was to just keep the peace with the family she lived with. In another young lady he could assume she was unaware of the strife or was too timid to choose a side, but Elaena had proven to be very mature for her age, with a mind clearly more advanced.
Grand Maester Mellos sound mildly annoyed as he added his thoughts, "Returning to the matter of the surplus, why be so quick to spend it? The treasury does not have its typical vastness because of the Dragon Bank. While year over year revenues and incomes have increased due to trade and interest from the debt, the treasury has less physical coin. I say we build back our reserves while we wait for the loans to be repaid."
Beesbury frowned, "Grand Maester, keeping coin idle does not serve the realm. We have enough in case a sudden influx is needed, and the bank is adequality capitalized. In the unfortunate outbreak of some calamity or war it will be up to the lords to gather their strength and the coffers will do little to aid a muster and arming of men in short order."
Viserys frowned. "Well, Otto? What do you suggest?"
"Having just arrived, Your Grace, I feel the need to understand these proposals a bit more before providing my counsel. Perhaps we can divvy it up in parts like the last time there was a windfall. Save some, improve the roads somewhat, and provide sums back to the houses that have paid the most to fill said coffers."
Viserys nodded. "Good, good, we can reconvene in two days and then we will hear your proposal, Otto."
The meeting moved to some other business, Wylde reported on the number of crimes committed within King's Landing and the punishments meted out. Lannister shared the status of the fleet and the finished construction of a galley.
After the meeting Otto discussed the surplus with Tyland Lannister.
"Let us make sure we are in accord when we speak in two days at the council. Funding the defenses of the Stepstones is not in our interest. Let merchants and lords chafe under Velaryon fees and tolls."
"We are of one mind, Lord Hand."
"The armed force patrolling the roads, that could be beneficial if we could control it. Wylde believes Aegon should be King after Viserys, but he also is too hidebound to take any steps before Viserys passes. If Viserys opts for their creation I need you to back giving control to my son, Gwayne."
With Tyland's agreement secured it was time to see just what Alicent had been teaching Aegon about his future.
***
Viserys was enjoying the walk with his daughter. She was planning on visiting her brother Daeron in Oldtown and was speaking to the idea of Daeron getting a head start on forging a Maester chain. The Maesters allowed others to study at the Citadel and forge links without taking on the vows of a Maester, to a certain point. His former Hand, his late friend, Lyonel, had six links forged for example.
"Isn't he young for that?"
"Very much so, but with intense study he could begin forging links prior to his maturity and if he chose the path of becoming a Maester he could very well have the largest chain. As a third son, there are worse fates. And of course if he opts not to become a Maester, having knowledge is better than not having it. While he may not inherit lands of importance, he could have a future on a small council as a critical advisor."
Viserys appreciated how forward-thinking his daughter was. The way she looked out for her half-siblings was something he was quite proud of. He prided himself on having done an exceptional job raising her. He knew he had not had as much time with her as he desired, but evidently the mistakes he had made with Rhaenyra had been corrected with Elaena.
"My Hand has finished his proposal. Given that you helped Lyman with suggestions, I wonder what your thoughts are on it?" Viserys asked.
Elaena was delighted to voice her opinion on it and Viserys explained the proposal. A lessening of the tax burden on the major ports of the realm such as Old Town, Lannisport, and Driftmark. There would be no funding for the Stepstones and the roseroad would be improved from King's Landing to Bitterbridge. Patrols would begin along the newly improved road underneath the command of Ser Gwayne, Elaena's uncle by marriage.
Elaena frowned slightly. "The roseroad? There is more of a need through the Riverlands. Though if we wished to compromise, why not forgo the lessening of the taxation on already wealthy houses and improve both the roseroad and the kingsroad toward the North?"
"Otto explained that since we were not funding the Stepstones sight towers, docks, and manpower it would make things difficult for the Velaryons. By giving them a reprieve on taxation they will have adequate funds. However, we wouldn't want to encourage military adventurism, so we wouldn't outright say that was the reason. So Otto proposed a clever scheme of providing the lessening of that taxes on the major ports as cover."
"Ah yes, cover, and no other potential reason." Elaena said, voice thick with wry disbelief.
Viserys stopped walking. "Have you been speaking with Rhaenyra about Otto? I know she's not fond of him, but you shouldn't let her views color your impression of him. Otto has been a good friend and has years of loyal and leal service to the crown."
"You know father, you are correct. I shouldn't allow my impression of him to be formed by others. With your permission, might I negotiate his proposal on behalf of the crown in your place? Ultimately if we cannot find resolution, we can bring this matter to your attention, but it would allow me to get a better measure of the man firsthand."
Viserys felt a smile bloom upon his face. "What a wonderful idea, Elaena. I'm sure working with him will allow you to see his good nature."
Moving from that subject, Elaena brought something else up.
"Father, you've gained a stone over the last two years. I discovered that you've been taking meals, full of foods that you had agreed to limit, for some time now."
Viserys huffed, "Who has been speaking of this?"
"It wasn't hard to uncover it, but no one outright betrayed your secrets. In fact most didn't know it was supposed to be secretive at all. Father, I want you to live long enough to see your grandchildren grow up. Grandchildren that I intend to give you too at some point. The eating to excess will only make activities like walks or taking stairs more difficult over time. Please practice more moderation."
This was a bit of an annoyance for Viserys. He had so much on his metaphorical plate that he desired to have more food on his literal plate. Had he not reigned over peace and plenty? Did he not deserve to indulge a little? He had already cut his drinking in the evenings, was he to live like a septon?
"Elaena, I appreciate your concern, but I am fine. You warned that based on your Citadel learnings that my joints would continue to worsen if I did not curb those foods, and yet I did not do so and while my joints occasionally bring me pain, it is rarely for long."
The King saw his daughter's face twitch oddly for a moment, and he continued.
"I am in good health. And it warms the heart to know you care for me this much. But I will not rob myself of my little pleasures as I manage the Seven Kingdoms. You will understand when you are older that when there are more responsibilities on your shoulders, there is more need to find things to lighten that burden."
Elaena let the matter drop, but Viserys could sense disappointment subtly radiating from her. Normally after their walks he felt an air of lightness and a sharpening of the mind, but after they departed there was no such feeling. He did hate disappointing his daughter and it cast a pall on his mood for the rest of the day.
***
Otto had put together his proposal to maximize the interests of the Greens. Providing a slight decrease in taxes to the port of Driftmark was only in the name of compromise and as a bargaining tool to get the King to agree. The man always wanted situations where everyone received something – due to this Otto knew how to structure agreements that on the surface did that, while still outright benefiting Hightower and their allies the most.
The King telling him that Elaena and he would make changes to the proposal based on mutual agreement with him had stuck in his craw. She may be advanced for her age, but to disrupt the delicate balance he had achieved would make a muddle of things.
"The Princess Elaena Targaryen," the guard outside of his office announced.
Otto rose and bowed his head as Elaena entered.
"Lord Hand, thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
"The pleasure is mine, princess. Would you care for some refreshment? I have a rich Arbor vintage… oh forgive me, I can have something sent for instead."
Genuine amusement seemed to dance in Elaena's eyes as she declined his offer.
"Perhaps we might begin in earnest. I had some preliminary adjustments I thought beneficial," Elaena spoke directly.
"Do tell."
"I do not see a need for a decrease in taxation just targeting the richest ports. They are already wealthy and have no troubles maintaining a guard, fleets, and adequate stores for winter. I would remove that from the proposal all together. My father states that the taxation ploy is but a means to an end to secure funding for House Velaryon without rewarding them for military actions outside of the King's expressed promotion. But that simply is not an issue. Everyone enjoys a winner, providing resources to safeguard the Stepstones is simply prudent."
Otto kept a frown from his face as he listened. This was going to be worse than he expected. It would be a delicate dance because it was clear Viserys looked favorably on his daughter. He had hoped to persuade and possibly even trick her into agreeing to his proposal, but by her initial overture, she had a keen understanding of the situation.
"I do think it behooves the crown to ensure trade in the south is maintained without making individual merchants bear the price of safe seas. Coin should be provided for that. Now, as to the roads, instead of concentrating it solely on the roseroad I'm willing to see it split into the kingsroad and the roseroad. Given that House Velaryon has secured the trade passages in the south, I would think someone else from that esteemed house would be best for commanding the extension of the City Watch. Say Vaemond Velaryon?"
"Some of those ideas may have merit, but I fear you may not have a full understanding of the implications here. For one, House Velaryon is known for its ships. Ser Vaemond is more fit to patrolling the Gullet or the Narrow Sea. You must also understand that the noble houses chafe under the consistent chipping away of their authority. I do not mean to propose they would raise their banners, but the King has always sought peace and amicable relations between the nobility and the crown. Reducing taxation is a gesture of respect from the crown."
Elaena was nodding. "You forget that many houses, great and small, have already benefited from the crown forming the Dragon Bank. Buying up high interest debt held by the Iron Bank and providing a lower rate has allowed some of the lords to further improve their lands. Viserys is overall quite popular – doling out positions like Master of Ships and the Handship to the Westerlands and to the Reach. I suspect you overstate the case in how disgruntled the nobility truly is."
Otto realized that Elaena was far less malleable than Viserys. He could not simply share information and have it accepted at face value. Nor could he lean on the Grand Maester and Tyland like he could in the small council chamber to back what he was saying.
"We appear to have a disagreement on the facts of this situation. I assure you, princess, that I have met with far more nobles and heads of houses and discussed these very issues. What you have described as a proposal is not anything I can support."
Elaena smiled, "Then we have two competing ideas that cannot both be enacted. Shall we go to my father and explain we could not compromise? Should my eyes grow watery and say you were dismissive of me?"
Otto's eyes widened fearfully for a moment.
"Or… shall we get to the haggling?" Elaena's gaze caught his and those blue Arryn eyes had no give in them.
Otto realized something then and there. Elaena was not neutral. She was fully siding with the Blacks and was almost certainly getting her orders from her older sister Rhaenyra, or perhaps her disturbingly competent husband. Every part of her suggested actions over the years had been to undermine the Reach and the Westerlands, Rhaenyra's principal opponents in the court. He had thought Alicent's Greens had full reign over the court, but Rhaenyra had left a snake in the grass. A girl, supposedly innocent of the ways of the court who held the King's ear. And Alicent had thought she was neutral!
My daughter can be such a fool.
"To haggling then. What are you willing to compromise on?"
"The roads. We can concentrate on the roseroad fully, if in exchange you drop the tax reduction and have those funds diverted to the Stepstones."
Otto thought carefully. His position was precarious in many ways. He recalled how overtly proud Viserys was of Elaena and how easy it would be for Elaena to color this meeting in way that harmed him in the King's eyes. This was not what he had hoped for, but in the end none of the nobles outside of the small council knew of the surplus.
"Agreed, but on one condition. It is not Vaemond who will be in command of the patrols, instead it will be my son Gwayne."
Otto watched as Elayna bit her lip. He knew that Rhaenyra would not want another armed institution under Hightower command. It was most certainly the biggest hurdle. But how match latitude had they given Elaena in these negotiations?
"60/40 then instead of a 50/50 split. The Stepstones receives the 60."
Otto blinked in surprise, but this was too good of an opportunity to miss. Elaena was no doubt making an impulsive decision, and he did not want to give her a chance to reconsider or exchange word with whatever agent the Blacks had in King's Landing telling her what to do.
"Done, but let us put this business behind us and take it to the King immediately. I also expect you to share how industrious our partnership was."
"Well, my Lord Hand, that depends on if that is reciprocal in nature. If I stated you were eager to compromise and work with, I would expect you to do the same. Have we an accord?"
Otto saw no harm on it, Elaena already had the King's ear. Yes, this was not nearly as bad as he feared. Now that he knew that the game was up regarding where Elaena's loyalties truly were, he could counteract what she suggested. In fact working with her regularly in the future would allow him insight into what Rhaenyra was planning.
He raised his cup of wine, "To a productive working relationship, the princess and the Hand."
And when the time is ripe, you too will be removed from the board.
***
Alicent was in the birthing bed for the sixth time. As usual, her sweet daughter Elaena was by her side. For the most part, Alicent trusted her father, but she could not believe his claims regarding Elaena. Her daughter was loyal to her father, the King, so of course she believed the King's will should prevail in the succession. But to suggest that she was working glove and fist with Rhaenyra to plot intrigues in the court? Madness. Sadly, her father seemed to be growing paranoid with age, seeing enemies behind every shadow. He was still a wise man in other regards, but not when it came to this.
Mellos was there helping the birth, even his normal pessimism gone as Alicent went through her labors. She had gone through so many births, she knew what to do and the pain barely even bothered her anymore.
"Push, Your Grace, the baby is coming any moment."
"Surely not so soon, Grand Maester, it will likely be another hour," Elaena spoke.
Mellos glared at Elaena. "Princess, I have been part of dozens of births, I believe I know what I speak of."
Elaena inclined her head and did not comment further. It took another eighty minutes before Alicent gave birth to a silver haired boy. He was slightly larger than average and had violet eyes.
"A healthy boy, Your Grace," Mellos announced. "Have you a name?"
"The King granted me leave; he shall be named Uthor."
Mellos gave a smile at hearing it, "An ancient name, one that comes with high expectations. May he live up to them, fully."
Alicent was weary, but not as weary as her last birth. Perhaps the additional food Elaena pushed on her had made the difference. The babe looked heartier too. She fed him and held him close to her, once again feeling the strange admixture of joy at the creation of something she had not truly wanted, but was now pleased to have done so.
Viserys entered sometime later and held his newborn son.
"Babe and mother are healthy? Truly the Gods smile on the House of the Dragon. You've done well, my love."
Alicent nodded wearily. "Thank you, Viserys. You have an even set now, four daughters and four sons."
Viserys smiled at that. Alicent knew he would be very pliable in the coming weeks. The perfect time to ask for a favor. Her father no longer wanted Aegon to marry Elaena, and instead wanted Aegon to marry Helaena. The match of a brother and sister would be carrying on the tradition of Old Valyria. When it had been broached before, Viserys had demurred and wanted to wait for the outcome of Elaena's marriage tour. However, he would be open to doing a favor.
Her father had explained that if Aegon had a child before Viserys died, it would show a strong continuation of the line of the would-be King. This sort of stability factored in to the decision making of noble houses that were still undecided. And so, he desired for the match to be made sooner than later, and they could wed upon Helaena's first moon's blood.
Elaena patted her hand and said she was going to go to her own rest. Alicent loved Elaena, it was obvious how frightening she found the birthing bed. She always started so strong, but as the process continued, she would grow pale and withdrawn. Elaena never spoke any prayers, but the way she held herself in seemingly utter concentration, Alicent could only assume she was beseeching the Seven for a healthy birth. She admired her daughter of the heart for bravery. She knew of duty and sacrifice, unlike her older sister Rhaenyra.
Alicent drifted off to sleep and woke up to her brother's presence. Gwayne Hightower was now Commander of the Waywardens. His duties oft took him from the city, but he had found time to return.
"Ah, sister, I came as soon as I heard."
"No matter, your nephew is sleeping, but I'm sure you can hold him if you are careful. How fares my husband's roads?"
"There are few troubles. In fact, some of the lords further out from King's Landing have complained that due to our vigil, their own lands face more banditry. Things are well in hand and Ser Donnel Wydman can handle things while I visit."
Alicent knew that Elaena had persuaded her brother to make two of the Knights of Victory officers in the Waywardens, and it seemed Ser Donnel had proven his worth. Gwayne had always been a dutiful knight and she was glad he had a strong second.
Gwayne gently picked up the sleeping Uthor and held him. Alicent had done her duty again. Her family was nearby and everyone was healthy. Worry and anxiety plagued her daily, but for that moment, she knew peace and comfort.
***
Rhaenyra was pleased by how things were coming along. Harwin and his bride had settled in well. Her love had shared that Lyra almost certainly knew of their relationship, and whom the boys' father was. However she had made it clear she didn't wish to speak of it and ignored it. Harwin did his duty by her and their son and that was the end of it.
Rhaenyra was also pregnant again. Only this time, she didn't know if the father of the child was Harwin or Daemon. Either way she would love the child fully, but for political reasons having a child that looked more Targaryen would help. She planned to announce her pregnancy at dinner. Daemon and Laena were already here, and Elaena would be flying in to join them.
A few hours before dinner Daemon arrived. They embraced like the lovers they were, and when their lips parted, he spoke seriously.
"Rhaenyra, I have news you should be forewarned of."
"Oh?"
"Elaena and Otto have been working together. These new 'Waywardens' are a joint project she and that Hightower dog worked on together. Her Knights of Victory have been named officers, and guess who holds command?"
"Who?"
"Gwayne Hightower, Otto's son. I know you care for your sister, but she has made plain by deed, not dress, that she is on Alicent's side."
Rhaenyra did not think that was the case. Elaena would never betray her, she knew that.
"Daemon, you worry too much. Road patrols are hardly a dangerous force for us to fear. Gwayne isn't his father, and seems cordial enough. She lives in King's Landing; do you expect her not to interact with anyone?"
"She can interact with who she likes, but from what I've heard from my friends in the city, she has my brother's ear and regularly meets with the Hand. All I am saying is that you should mind your words with your sister and do not trust her."
Rhaenyra frowned, but didn't wish an argument before dinner. "I will take precautions, but you will not pick any quarrels. Today is a day of happiness, try not to ruin it out of boredom."
Daemon chuckled and kissed her once more before returning to his own wife. Shortly thereafter, Elaena landed and the two embraced. Rhaenyra could find no sign that things had changed between them. Her sister was her usual self. A little odd, fascinated with the most boring of subjects, and unfailingly polite.
Dinner was a wonderous affair. Jace was six now and well behaved enough to sit at the high table. Luke was still a bit of a handful so he and Aenar were being watched by the servants. At the table sat Laenor, Laena, Daemon, Joffrey, Harwin, and Lyra. The people she cared most about, save her father who remained at King's Landing, were all together under one roof.
"Tell me Elaena, you are three and ten now, surely you have some idea as to where your affections might lie," Rhaenyra asked.
"I'm doing some preliminary work as to where to visit and when."
"You know what I mean! Speaking of which, have you become a woman proper now?"
Joffrey guffawed and Laenor smacked him on the arm.
"Oh, you speak of my moon's blood? Yes, that happened some time ago. An irritant, but one I can deal with."
Rhaenyra sighed. Elaena was as unchanging as the stars.
"Have you considered a match with your nephew Jacaerys?" Laena asked.
Daemon quickly interjected before anyone else can speak, "No, that wouldn't be a good a match. There are other matches that young Jacaerys should consider."
"Oh, maybe Lucerys? Though the age gap is becoming a bit broad there." Laena amended.
Daemon shook his head. "That would not be ideal either. Aenar would be best, though you are right about the large distance of age. Elaena is ten years older and such a match would delay her from childbirth for some time."
Rhaenyra looked at her uncle. It quickly dawned on her as to why he didn't like the suggestions.
"Uncle, are you looking to make your Baela my Jace's Queen?"
Daemon nodded, "The thought had crossed my mind once or twice. It would tie the house even more firmly together and since your first three children were all sons a brother and sister marriage would not be possible."
"We could have talked of this earlier Daemon," Laena spoke with mild disapproval.
"It is good to discuss these things," Rhaenyra said, "and I truly am not opposed to the match. Though that still leaves poor Elaena to wed outside our family."
"I much prefer it that way," Elaena spoke up, "I have a different view on the Targaryen tradition of sibling and close family marriages. That is why I did not consent to the match with Aegon that father proposed."
Rhaenyra dropped the garlic buttered bun in her hand and let it clatter against the silverware at her side.
"Father did what?"
"He wished me to wed Aegon, but I did not want to marry family."
Daemon had narrowed his gaze and his eyes were stormy. "I would not see that as a good match, but why do you not wish to marry in the tradition of our House?"
"I simply do not. Some men prefer tall women, and others prefer short. Some men don't prefer women at all, is it so odd that some I prefer not to be partnered with close family?"
Joffrey couldn't help but laugh again despite Laenor's glare.
"The point is rather unimportant now, if Jace and Luke are spoken for, and Aenar is too young, and none of us want her to marry any of the Queen's brood, the words are like wind. They don't matter."
"I wouldn't be a Velaryon if I didn't speak, ser. Wind does matter, but I agree with you Harwin, Elaena's preferences don't matter here so none should chide her over it."
"Thank you Laenor, I always appreciate your helpfulness," Elaena smiled at him.
For her part, Rhaenyra was still shocked that her father had planned to wed Aegon and Elaena. Had that marriage gone through… loyalties would be horribly divided. Her sister would be expected to cleave to her husband. Were it not for Elaena's odd thoughts regarding not laying with family, it could have been an enormous mess.
Remembering her purpose for the dinner, she shook herself and stood up.
"All this talk of matches has made this the right moment. Laenor and I are expecting a fourth child!"
A wave of congratulations was said and spirits were high. Joffrey was drinking, but he had always been a humorous drunk. Daemon was in good spirits, likely because she had responded favorably to the match between her son, the future King, and Daemon's eldest daughter. Daemon suggested that after they had recovered from their libations, they should all go flying on the morrow. Rhaenyra thought it a fine idea, and she was not too far along that her pregnancy would hinder her.
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A Young Woman's Inevitable Dance of the Dragons
Failninjaninja
Chapter 15
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Apologize! If you can't do that, then we're fighting to the death!" - From the Saga of Tanya the Evil Vol. 7
Daemon eagerly mounted Caraxes; it was a beautiful day for flying with the sun shining high. He thought back through his memory. Five dragons would take flight at the same place, perhaps for the first time in decades.
My cousin should fly more, we could have made it six.
Obviously, Daemon would not want half-breeds like the cunt of Hightower's grandchildren joining them. Even after all these years he could not believe his brother had married Alicent. He should have married Laena, that was the match that would preserve the true blood of Old Valyria.
His foolishness was my gain, so I shouldn't be bitter.
He enjoyed Laena immensely. She was a descendant of two houses of Old Valyria and that counted for more. Their daily life was agreeable, between bouts of fucking each other and flying dragons he was rather content. She even joined him in bed with Rhaenyra. Save for marrying Rhaenyra herself, this was the best possible match for him. She had also proven fertile and given him two daughters. Other than their small size, due to having to share a womb, they were flawless.
As the dragons soared, Daemon made note of their sizes. The largest, by far, was mighty Vhagar. She was past her prime, but the strength of her scales and breath made her the most dangerous dragon in the world. Not even his own mighty Caraxes has as much power as that ancient bastion of strength.
Next in size was Caraxes, then Syrax, then Seasmoke, and finally Viktoriya. Viktoriya was a young dragon, but had put on size faster than most. As much as he viewed her as treacherous, he could not find fault with Elaena's lineage, for it was the same as her sister Rhaenyra's. She also seemed adept at flying her dragon and did so frequently which mayhap have helped her growth.
As the dragons soared, they swooped through the air and flew around each other. Daemon was used to racing Vhagar and Syrax on Caraxes. His dragon typically won those races as mighty Vhagar's bulk hurt her in that regard and Syrax was simply not as quick as Caraxes. Daemon and Laena often play fought in the skies, completing faux chases, and raining fire nearby each other. Caraxes was always under his full control, and Laena did well with Vhagar, but the old battle dragon did at times have a temper and it was good to be careful.
Daemon considered what would happen if his brother died soon. Viserys was weak and easily led by the nest of vipers that was his small council, but Daemon truly wished him no harm. He was his brother and the King and if push ever came to shove, he would defend his older brother to the death. But, if he were to die, he knew the Hightower schemers would try to crown Aegon and have Otto rule as Regent.
If that were to occur, dragon would fight dragon. For now those loyal to Rhaenyra had a massive advantage. Vhagar was bigger than Vermithor and Laena a much more experienced rider. It would be up to Daemon to likely deal with Dreamfyre, and he was confident Caraxes could take her, even if Dreamfyre was a bit larger. His niece, Helaena, was said to be an avid dragonrider, but she wouldn't be able to hold a candle to him.
Sunfyre would be dealt with by Syrax and Seasmoke would deal with Viktoriya. That still left Princess Rhaenys and her dragon Meleys as another battle dragon as an extra. A tidy victory with each match favoring the Blacks. The problem was that very few knew of how dragon fights went down in Old Valyria. Daemon knew. The most common occurrence when dragon fought dragon of similar size was mutual death of riders and dragons. The histories said that was the most common outcome, though of course individual skill and draconic prowess could lead to better outcomes.
Viserys was also likely to live longer. There things became murkier. Daeron was the next one who would be of age to claim a dragon. Should he claim Silverwing, who was bigger than even Dreamfyre, it would cause some consternation. The dragon had already flown to King's Landing shortly after Vermithor's claiming, so there was little Daemon could think they could do to stop it.
Rhaenyra's three sons all had dragons, but they were inconsequential at the moment, as was his daughter's dragon. He almost hoped the egg she had would not hatch. It would be better if she claimed an already adult dragon, though either way that was years away. If Daeron did in fact claim Silverwing, then the last of the 'tame' dragons would be Tessarion. There also existed three wild dragons on Dragonstone, who the small folk had named the Cannibal, Sheepstealer, and Grey Ghost.
Tessarion was of similar size to Seasmoke. Grey Ghost was larger and nearing the size of Syrax. Sheepstealer was even larger and around the weight of Caraxes. The dreaded Cannibal was nearly as large as the Bronze Fury. Claiming a wild dragon was perilous and Daemon would prefer not to risk his daughter doing so.
An issue for another time, as her egg may yet still hatch.
As Elaena and her dragon may one day be enemies, it was time to show her how dangerous that could be. He spoke to Caraxes and they rose higher into the air. As Daemon circled up, he saw Elaena below him. With a vicious smirk he sent Caraxes into a dive toward Viktoriya. His intention was to scare her, however Caraxes moved directly for Viktoriya.
"Do not!" Daemon shouted in High Valyrian, but the bulk of Caraxes was descending directly down. Fortunately, Elaena sensed it and quickly veered Viktoriya to the side, avoiding Caraxes. Daemon fought for control and Caraxes relented as he leveled off. He scanned the sky for Elaena and the others, initially not seeing the smaller dragon at all. A shadow fell over him.
How?
Elaena was directly over him, perhaps only fifty feet above, pacing Caraxes easily. It made no move to attack, just matched Caraxes. Daemon veered off to the left and Viktoriya matched it, continually putting him in the shade. With a growl of irritation he commanded Caraxes to rise and his dragon began to circle upwards. He then veered sharply, he then descended, and quickly rose again. But every which way he went, somehow, the little princess kept her dragon between him and the sunlight, almost never wavering her exact position above him.
Daemon was becoming sorely tempted to have Caraxes crane his neck upward and exhale a gout of flames on the silver dragon above him. It would not do to actually cause her or her dragon harm. Rhaenyra was still convinced her sister was the best sister someone could hope for and loyal to her. But he was tempted… fortunately for his willpower, Syrax and Seasmoke flew toward them curious as to what was going on. As they arrived Viktoriya ceased shadowing him and flew back down to the island.
Once all the dragons had landed and their riders dismounted, Elaena headed straight toward him on foot.
"Uncle Daemon, never fly like that again. With my sister, with me, or your nephews. Had I not moved, Viktoriya could have been hurt."
Daemon smirked. "There was never any danger of you being harmed; it was but a bit of sport."
"Then perhaps your eyesight begins to fail you," Elaena replied with her face not wearing any expression at all.
Rhaenyra and the others arrived into the conversation.
"What's going on?" Rhaenyra asked.
"Nothing." Daemon replied.
"Uncle Daemon is reckless and nearly caused Viktoriya injury. I mean to have his word that he will not be so foolhardy when he flies with you and others."
"I was not reckless. Caraxes goes where I will. You were never in any danger," Daemon retorted.
"Did you scare my sister?" Rhaenyra asked with a frown.
"It was a lark, to help get her to pay attention when flying. I was well away from her dragon; the rush of wind just frightened her."
"No, you were about to collide with me, until I evaded you."
Laenor cleared his throat. "Daemon, whether you were about to collide with her, or merely made her think you were about to collide with her is only a matter of degree in which you were in the wrong. This is my good-sister who has yet to reach adulthood."
Laena added her voice as well, "My love, she seems very certain, which means she feared for her dragon. Let us put the matter to rest with a promise to be more careful."
Daemon's temper threatened to overtake him, but he realized he was alone here. He also realized that the more he argued, the less they would take his future warnings of Elaena's loyalties to heart. He glanced at the others and then back at Elaena.
"Forgive me, princess, I frightened you without cause."
Elaena looked at him for a few moments. "The past is the past, but I would ask for your word that you would not take such risks with your family."
"You have it then," Daemon kept the rancor he was feeling from entering his voice.
Rhaenyra smiled, "Well, what's done is done then. We've broken our fast, but the cooks will have honeyed rolls for snacking if any care to join me."
***
Viserys struggled to his feet. The pain in his toe and knees was hideous, but he was determined not to miss the morning walk with his daughter. The diluted milk of the poppy took the edge of the torment, but only just. Maester Mellos said that taking any more could have adverse effects and make him too drowsy and incoherent to rule. He limped to the gardens, the Kingsguard a white shadow by his side.
"Ah, Elaena, how good of you to wait."
"It is no trouble father. Trouble sleeping?"
"Not as such… the mornings are hard on my feet."
"The Maester has not had any luck treating you?"
"He relieves the symptoms, but can only keep my toe from becoming inflamed so much."
"Father, won't you try the selection of foods I have created for you? I truly believe they will help."
Viserys made a silent curse. "Oh, very well, I give you leave to command the cooks of the palace for what I shall eat. But if it does not provide relief soon, I will go back to what I ate before. At least that makes me happy."
Elaena hugged him. His daughter was not one for many embraces, with one per day as normalcy. So the spur of the moment hug was a welcome surprise, and one that already made him feel better. His mind seemed less clouded and even his throbbing joints eased a bit from the shooting pains.
From there they spoke of Rhaenyra's impending birth. His eldest daughter was about to give birth to her fourth child. Along with it, Syrax had laid a clutch of three eggs. Given the rate of births, there would be great need for more dragon eggs! Viserys felt inordinately proud of that. The Targaryen dynasty was flourishing under his reign. Alicent had given him six children. Three of them dragonriders already. Rhaenyra had given three grandchildren and all of them had cradle dragons. It felt good to know the strength of his house was increasing at such a rapid pace.
"Elaena, I know your mind in regards to wedding within the family. Our agreement was if you did not find a suitable match you would wed Aegon." Viserys held up his hand, "No, no, let me finish. Would you take objection to changing who among the family you would marry if you do not find a suitable marriage arrangement?"
"Since I have every intention of finding such an arrangement, I would not mind. Though I am curious as to why and who."
"A match has been proposed between Aegon and Helaena, and it has been requested that a betrothal be in place sooner than late."
Viserys watched a minor look of revulsion appear on his daughter's face. She mastered it quickly.
"The marrying of brother to sister has always bothered me father, but it is not mine own marriage. If Helaena and Aegon do not share my… feelings on the matter, it really is not my place to object. An early betrothal is fine, but marriage should wait until they both reach maturity. In the event they feel different about each other, there will be no dishonor in changing the arrangements since it is your own family."
Viserys scratched at his chin. "Hmm, there was a thought to have them wed once Helaena's moon's blood is upon her."
"That seems premature and dangerous. Childbirth for those very young can cause complications, or at least that is what my studies have suggested. Around 70 years ago a Maester did a…"
What followed was a very dry and dull explanation, one that Viserys didn't truly need. Childbirth was perilous and if there was even some slight additional danger at 13 or 14, he didn't object to having them wed around Helaena's sixteenth name-day.
"Mercy Elaena, I believe you. The nuptials can wait, but we will announce the betrothal. In the event you fail in your tour, I will have you wed to Aemond instead."
"That is well understood. In truth, that you consult me anywise brings me all the more appreciation for having such a good father."
Viserys beamed and smiled down at his daughter. Sometimes he doubted himself, given how wild Rhaenyra had turned out, so it was nice to hear Aemma's other blessing speak aloud her feelings about him.
Now if only his damnable body would not make life difficult, he could truly enjoy himself. He would honor his agreement with his daughter and allow her to see if this 'healthy diet' would alleviate the pains in his toe and other areas. It would be a shame if he had to give up these wonderous walks. He knew no better armor for dealing with the small council than a clear and refreshed mind. And lately even they had been less cantankerous. The regular discussions his good friend Otto was having with Elaena meant that in many cases all his councilors were in agreement by the time a proposal was brought forward! Depending on how Elaena's marriage tour went, Viserys wondered how feasible it would be to keep her in King's Landing to serve on the small council in some capacity.
A thought for when the time grows closer.
***
"I'm not saying I believe she will be a bad wife," Aegon began, "I'm just saying that the pressures of being Queen will not be good for her. You know how she prefers to be left alone with her painting and sketches."
Aemond shrugged. "You are getting a dragonrider as a wife, you shouldn't complain so much."
Aegon was never sure if Aemond disagreed with him, or if he just wanted to argue. Aemond enjoyed the 'robust exchange of ideas' that Elaena had taught them. Rhetoric was a tool, and like all tools it had to be honed from time to time. Aemond had relished it just like he relished swordplay. Aegon was indifferent to it, he saw the value of course, Elaena had told them it was important, but he didn't enjoy it. He would prefer discussion to find the best course together, not a spar with words.
Truthfully, he just hated finding another skill that Aemond was better at him in. It was stupid, he was three years older than his younger brother, why couldn't he best him in anything? Aegon let that familiar frustration go for the moment and shook his head.
"If I wanted to wed a dragonrider, I'd prefer Elaena."
"Well, naturally," Aemond replied, "she would be the best for anyone. But she's made it clear she takes the more Andal and First Men view on familial marriage."
"Right."
"Since mother and father and wanted to continue the tradition of father's house, who are your options? Wait years and years for Daenora to be old enough? Daemon's daughters are even younger, and it seems like they will be betrothed to the Dark Storm's sons."
Aegon sighed. "You're right brother, I was just commenting."
Aemond snorted. "It sounded like complaining, and you know the rule on that. If you wish to complain, you had best have a solution in mind as well, otherwise you will just decrease morale without purpose. Or at the very least you bring up the issue so others can brainstorm solutions, you were just griping to gripe."
Aegon felt his fist tighten. Aemond may be able to beat him in swordplay, but he still outweighed the younger boy. It was tempting to lay into him.
No, I better not, Elaena would be disappointed.
"What of you, who do you think you will be matched with?" Aegon asked to slightly change the subject off himself.
Aemond considered, "Our brothers, Daeron or Uthor would be closer in age than I would be to Daenora. I suspect I'll have a match outside of the family. Somewhere in the Stormlands or the Reach would be ideal."
"Why there?" Aegon asked.
"Conflict in the Dornish Marchers. I can't very well make a name for myself if I'm not involved in any fighting. It is also closer to the Stepstones if the Triarchy wishes to go another round in the future."
Aegon chuckled. "They'll likely only try once Ser Laenor has gone from this world."
"Aye, and I mean to make similar reputation for myself when its time. Laenor flies Seasmoke and Vermithor is three times as large. Perhaps I will be the one to conquer Dorne, something not even the first Aegon could do."
Aegon shook his head, "That's too far into the future to really think on, but the Dornish don't fight fair. You know the stories, people murdered at weddings, poisonings, and ambushes. When I rule, I would prefer peace."
"When you rule?" Aemond asked.
"It isn't official, but grandfather says that the lords will never bend the knee to Rhaenyra. They don't want to follow a Queen as a sovereign."
Aemond furrowed his brow. "Grandfather speaks rather freely of treasons. Regardless of what the lords will do, while father is King, we shouldn't discuss defying his chosen successor."
"It is just the two of us, Aemond. Don't be so fretful over it."
"Me? Fretful? Aegon you are the one – bah it doesn't matter. Just hold your tongue, you never know who might overhear. I would have thought grandfather would have had better sense than to talk about this sort of thing with you."
Aegon stood up. "I believe I'll go riding with Sunfyre; conversation with you grows wearisome."
Aemond gave him a smirk, the look something that never failed to irritate Aegon, and a nod. Aegon decided he would invite Helaena, his soon to be formally betrothed. They got along well enough, but it couldn't hurt to strengthen their bond.
***
Laenor was a bit drunk as he sat in the room he oft shared with Joffrey. Rhaenyra was likely to start her labors in next few days and Elaena had just arrived a few hours earlier.
"Drinking without me? You must be nervous about this one," Joffrey said after entering their room.
Laenor let out a inappropriately derisive giggle. "Oh yes, Rhaenyra, that's why I'm drinking."
Joffrey looked at him quizzically. "Is there something else?"
Laenor looked away, and Joffrey gently reached out and touched his chin, exerting a minimal force to move back Laenor's gaze to his.
"What is this? You are the bravest man I know, but you seem unmanned by something. Do you fear some conflict between Ser Harwin and Daemon? Based on the timing, the babe is likely Daemon's, but I thought Harwin was accepting of this."
"No, it isn't that. I shouldn't speak of this to anyone, but it is gnawing away at me. I am not the man the realm thinks I am."
"Then tell me. I promise I will still be here with you, regardless of what it is."
"Promise me, promise me you will never breathe a word of this to anyone."
"I swear it, not speak of what ails you, my love."
Laenor took a deep breath. "I am not the Dark Storm. I am not the one who laid waste to the Dornish troops, nor am I the one who sent the Triarchy fleeing. It was not I who hunted down enemies and delivered their heads to foreign cities. It is maddening to know that the hushed whispers and stares wherever I go are naught but lies. If I so much as raise my voice, when not clearly in jest, I see terror in the eyes of others."
Joffrey looked at him in confusion. "If you didn't do it – who did?"
Laenor barked out a laugh. "That's the trick of it all, no one would believe me if I said it. I could scarcely believe it myself."
Joffrey folded his arms across his chest. "You can't leave it at that, who is he then? Who is this mysterious dragonrider, and should I be jealous?" Joffrey's voice was tinged with mild amusement.
Laenor shook his head. "Not a he, a her. Elaena Targaryen, the killer of thousands before she even reached maturity."
Joffrey looked stunned. "If this is a jest…"
"See? See!? It is absurdity! And do you know how it affected her to do this? Do you know how she changed?"
Joffrey shook his head slowly.
"It didn't! Not one bit of her personality or mannerisms changed. Perfectly polite and poised at all times. She is an unrivaled force of slaughter, a master of killing in the guise of a little girl – and no one would ever believe it!" Laenor's voice cracked from the wine and absurdity of it all.
Joffrey was silent for a few moments as Laenor tried to compose himself, but then he spoke. "It sounds fantastical, but you have always spoken the truth to me. And riding a dragon, well the dragon is doing most of the work. Perhaps the princess is just along for the ride and it is Viktoriya that is filled with bloodlust."
Laenor shrugged his shoulders. "It could be true, mother said that in the lore of Old Valyria a dragon influences its rider and the rider influences their dragon. Only, I don't believe my personality is altered due to Seasmoke. There is so much we don't know of our past. Dragonlore is guesswork and seems to be different enough from dragon to dragon to make the whole of it useless." Laenor let a small smile appear on his face. "Don't tell Daemon I said that."
"So it is Elaena that makes you nervous? That is why you are drinking?"
Laenor nodded. "She unnerves me. There are moments when she's looked at me and I've felt every instinct in my body screaming at me that she is the deadliest person in the room. It has only been a few times, and typically when Rhaenyra gives birth to someone clearly not my child, but I will not cling to false pride. I do not want to be there when my wife gives birth to another babe that does not look like me."
Joffrey looked at him with sympathy. "Well, if it's any consolation, she cares deeply for her sister. No doubt she is concerned for her, so that means she is sympathetic to you. And she helped your house both through loans from the Dragon Bank at generous rates, and in helping clear out the Stepstones. Your good-sister is an ally, her dragon riding ability and fierceness in battle is a good thing."
Laenor supposed that was true. In the end, Elaena had never done a single thing save for some choice words and a few looks to ever harm him. He remembered the way Elaena had stayed by Joffrey's bedside when Cole had wounded him so badly. Laenor knew he was expected to be there in the birthing room, and truthfully even though the babe was not his, he would love the child just as he loved the sons Rhaenyra had already borne.
"Thank you, Joffrey. You always know what to say."
***
Rhaenyra enjoyed being the focus of attention of all her favorite people. It made the pangs of labor and the discomfort of pregnancy tolerable. Harwin, Laenor, and Elaena were all by her side as always. This time, Laena and Daemon too had arrived. Rhaenyra had grown quite close to them both. Daemon was just so, so… Daemon. It was always like riding a dragon, exhilarating and a bit dangerous. It was so different than with Harwin. Harwin was gentle, a strong rock she could lean on and rest assured that he would comfort and be there for her. As much as she desired Daemon, she knew he was not that sort.
Laena had been such an exquisite surprise. Playful in and out of bed, she was a much-needed feminine presence in her life. Elaena did not count, being far too dispassionate. Rhaenyra appreciated her intelligence and her competitiveness in dragon races, but how she wished she had a sister who she could gossip with like she used to do with Alicent, before the betrayal.
Despite efforts of politeness, she could not get herself to enjoy time with Lyra. The woman was meek and strangely fearful of Rhaenyra. For no cause, truly, it wasn't like Lyra had to worry about her safety. She was Harwin's wife, of course she was secure in Dragonstone! Perhaps it was the near loss of her life in the fire that had her so skittish.
For the birthing itself she was glad Maester Gerardys was attending the birth and not the perpetual fearmonger Grand Maester Mellos. Her labors were for the fourth time something she handled with ease. When it was done, she looked on at Elaena who was a little unsteady.
"See? Nothing to worry about, the Gods have graced me with a body fit for birthing."
Elaena gave her a tight nod and Gerardys declared the boy a perfectly healthy babe. The child's fine Targaryen features were quite different than his siblings, and Rhaenyra knew it was Daemon that was the father. She had already suspected based on the timing. Daemon was not in the room, but at long last he had a son, by blood if not by name.
"My fourth child shall be named Aelyx Velaryon."
Laenor held little Aelyx, his expression hard to place. Harwin hovered over Rhaenyra, making sure she was all right. Laena took a turn holding Aelyx next and the baby warbled happily. Daemon was not in the birthing room itself, but a servant had gone to fetch him, to let him knew his niece had done well in the childbirth.
Elaena looked at the babe for a long moment, before announcing she intended to get some rest. Laenor hastily moved himself out of the way to allow Elaena to pass.
"She was not going to bump into you, Laenor, you can relax now that the birthing is done. I do adore your worry for me, but 'tis past now."
Laenor gave her a sickly smile in response.
When Daemon came in, none were left in the room save for Laena, Laenor, Harwin, and Rhaenyra.
"This is your son, uncle."
Daemon looked down on him. "I've long desired a son, but he isn't truly my son Rhaenyra. I will keep my eye out for him, for I expect him to do great things, but I am sure Laena will provide me trueborn sons of my own soon enough."
"I thought you would be happier."
"I am not displeased, Rhaenyra, I am just realistic. The boy will be raised on Dragonstone, not Driftmark. I am the boy's family, but I cannot be his father."
Rhaenyra sighed, suddenly weary. She loved having Harwin, Daemon, and Laenor as bed partners, but it did complicate relationships.
"Perhaps, we could always consider fostering him in Driftmark. A thought for when he is older. I believe my sister had the most sense out of all of us, 'tis time for rest."
Harwin kissed her and then Laena did so, and then they left her to rest. Rhaenyra was happy, though she did hope that her next child would be daughter. Jace, Luke, Aenar, and now Aelyx were loved fully and she delighted in their interests. But… the dressing of a small girl, teaching her the ways of womanhood, and guiding her through life was something she never quite got with Elaena. Her younger sister did not need any help nor nurturing. Rhaenyra still held a small faint hope that once Elaena began searching for a husband she would open up and they could have their sisterly talk of boys. She fell asleep with a smile on her face thinking on it.
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