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60 AC

At long last, winter has broken. 

This one was a particularly cruel one. Harvests were harmed, waters were frozen, animals and people perished. But, none were as sorely missed as Princess Daenerys Targaryen. The Darling of the Realm, the eldest daughter of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, the eldest sister to Prince Aemon and Prince Baelon, succummbed to the shivers. As heartbroken as House Targaryen was by this loss, they were quickly given new hope when it was announced that the queen was with child. Just as she did previously, she chose to await the birth of her child on Dragonstone.  

While this was done, the king and the princes remained in King’s landing until it was time to meet the newest member of their family. King Jaehaerys has been working, as he often did, while patiently awaiting word from his beloved queen. With Septon Barth, the Hand of the King, at his side, His Grace had come to be a truly respected ruler.  

“It’s going to be a boy.” One voice says, outside the king’s chambers. Jaehaerys smiles, knowing it is the voice of his young boy, Baelon. 

“There’s no way you could be so sure of such a thing, brother. The gods will see fit to grant us a sibling in whatever form they deem right.” Jaehaerys knows this to be the voice of his eldest, Aemon. 

Despite the death of Daenerys, the king has found solace in his surviving boys. The two of them have been close to each other, with no signs of anything being able to dismantle it. With the memory of Aenys and Maegor still in the minds of many, they must have been relieved to see how well they got on.  

The king’s chamber doors open, followed by the entry of the two boys to greet their father. 

“My boys.” Jaehaerys says, calmly and with love only a proud father could convey. “What are you debating?”

“No debate, just restating the fact that we are to have a brother.” Baelon says, very sure of himself. 

“Again, there is no way of telling if you are right.” Aemon says, smiling with a twinge of annoyance. 

Jaehaerys turns to Septon Barth, chuckling as he does as well. “Come here, lads.” The king says, ushering his sons to join him. They do so without question. Jaehaerys has always taken pride in how dutiful his sons are. He places his hands on one shoulder of both of his boys as he speaks to them.  

“No matter what the gods bless us with, we will love the newest member of our family no matter what. The death of Daenerys has been hard on all of us, so I believe the babe to be a gift sent to us to help us move through our pain and into a bright future.” The king says to his sons. The mention of their sister’s death still brings back the memory of her suffering. It was indeed hard on all of them. Part of Aemon expected him to one day be wed to Daenerys. The site of their sister, dead from the shivers, is one the boys will never forget. 

“Your mother and I will need help with raising your new brother or sister,” The king says, causing Baelon to roll his eyes at the ‘sister’ part. “It’s true. It will be your turn to be the elder siblings. You will help to guide the child through life as we do for the two of you. Can your mother and I trust this task to you?” He asks.

The boys turn to one another, as if communicating with their eyes. They turn back to Jaehaerys and, in unison, say “Yes, father.”

When the raven arrived, the king quickly made arrangements to travel to Dragonstone. His sons and some of his advisors would travel by sea whereas Jaehaerys would travel on Vermithor. Aemon and Baelon had always enjoyed seeing their parents on dragonback, and loved it even more when they were allowed to go up with them. They would often stay up late, talking about one day becoming dragon riders with their parents. They would keep each other guessing as to which dragon they would claim as they want it to remain a surprise for everyone, including each other. They loved traveling to the Dragonpit. Aemon took some time to get used to being around the beasts whereas Baelon had earned his epithet by striking The Black Dread on the nose. Since then, all would know the young boy as Baelon the Brave. 

“Your Grace,” Said Lady Alarra Stark. The queen’s lady-in-waiting has been with them for around 2 years and she has already proven herself to be a trusted friend to the queen and the king alike. Aemon and Baelon have also enjoyed her presence. “My princes, I trust your travels went safely.” 

“Indeed, they have Lady Stark. How does my queen fare?” The Conciliator asks. When it came to the health of Queen Alysanne, King Jaehaerys was never above showing his concern. Despite his stoic exterior, he cares deeply for her and has ever since they were children. This is something Aemon and Baelon have respected and something Aemon tries to emulate.  

“Follow me, I shall bring you to her.” Lady Stark says. They all travel up the many stairs of Dragonstone to the large castle. The family has taken journeys to Dragonstone a few times and the young children of the king and queen have agreed on one thing: the walk is murder on one's legs. The island makes up for this by having a lovely view of Blackwater Bay. The rocks of the layout aid to give the fortress its imposing appearance. It was agreed that King Jaehaerys and Prince Aemon will remain on Dragonstone for a few days to get to know the newest member of House Targaryen before returning to King’s Landing. Following that, it was agreed that Prince Baelon will remain with the queen and the child to help take care of them for the remainder of the month. At nearly four years of age, Prince Baelon is already showing to be a dutiful, yet somewhat headstrong, young lad. Yet, like any young boy, he loves his mother deeply and when he was asked to remain with her, he agreed to do so without much protest.

As they arrive at the queen's bedchamber, they are first greeted by Grand Maester Elysar, who was sent to Dragonstone to aid in the birth. “How are they, Elysar?” The king asks. “The queen is resting well. The delivery went quite well, no issues have arisen.” The Grand Maester says in his usual scholarly tone. 

“And?” Prince Baelon asks, eager for the answer he has been waiting for. “What is it?” He asks, not yet able to contain his excitement.

The Grand Maester looks around to the royals present before answering. “It would seem that the gods have seen to bless her grace with a daughter.” He says. If word is to be believed, people might say that Prince Baelon very nearly said “Fuck” under his breath. 

“Worry not, brother. Mother is alive and we have a new sibling.” Prince Aemon, ever the peacekeeper among the family, says to the young boy. “I know, Aemon. But, you can’t tell me some part of you hadn't wished for a brother.” Baelon says. King Jaehaerys chuckles to himself, remembering how Princess Daenerys wanted a sister before her brothers were born. He is sure that she would have likely cheered upon hearing this news.  

“Is she in the mood for visitors?” The king asks Elysar. “As long as it is my family.” The queen says from beyond her bedchamber doors. The king smiles upon hearing Alysanne’s voice and then shares that smile with his sons. “Let’s head in then, shall we?” He asks the boys at his sides. As they all head in, they take in the sight of the queen’s bedchamber. While the boys will agree that it is quite big, Jaehaerys will say that it is half as large as the one he and his wife share back in the Red Keep. He points out that this was her chamber from when they were children. She gave birth to all of her children in these chambers, news that the young boys slightly cringed upon hearing, something that made the king chuckle.  

Their collective gaze makes its way over to Good Queen Alysanne, lying in her bed. Despite exhaustion, she is in good spirits. In addition to that, she is holding a bundle of cloth in her arms. King Jaehaerys is the first to join her, sitting on the bed. “How are you, my love?” He asks her, smiling. Despite all they have faced together, and all the years they have been married, his grace has never lost his love or desire for his beloved Alysanne. “I am quite well, husband. The birth was, fortunately, not a challenge. But this one, she is already proving to be a fighter.” The queen says, gesturing to the babe in her arms. Her eyes move to her beloved sons as she smiles. “Come, sweetlings. Come and meet your new baby sister.” She says in her loving, motherly tone. Aemon climbs onto the right side of his mother while Baelon sits next to him. The little locks of hair were golden. Her eyes were striking as they were mismatched; one was violet and the other was green. 

“She’s beautiful.” The king says, being the first to remark upon the new princess. “Does she have a name?” Prince Baelon asks. A smile crawls upon the queen’s face as a tear crawls down. She looks into the eyes of her husband and speaks her name in a soft tone of voice. “Her name…is Princess Alyssa Targaryen.” The king smiles upon hearing the name. “Like our mother.” He says in an equally soft tone. Aemon and Baelon grew up hearing of their grandmother, Queen Alyssa Velaryon. Sometimes, they wish they had the chance to meet her. 

Alysanne decided the first one to hold Alyssa should be her father. Jaehaerys took her into his arms and, as he did with his other children, began doting on her. She squeezed his finger with an impressive amount of strength and it took some time before she let go. “You are right, she is quite strong.” The king chuckled to his wife. “Aemon, come meet your sister.” Jaehaerys said to his eldest son. Even at five years of age, Prince Aemon was already a dutiful young lad. He laid next to his mother and took his sister into his arms. After holding her for a bit, he looked over to his parents and asked “Why are her eyes so strange?” The parents chuckled before Alysanne turned to him, stroked his hair, and responded with “Nature is a thing that works in strange ways. And her eyes are just perfect, my dear.” 

“Will it be my turn to hold her?” Baelon asked. His mother smiled and said “With you staying with us the rest of the month, there will be plenty of time for you to hold her. Let your father and brother have their chance.” Baelon agreed without protest. 

During the time they were all together on Dragonstone, each Targaryen pitched in to care for the babe. Lady Stark and Grand Maester Elysar provided wisdom whenever they could to the family when not clear on what to do. Septon Barth, ever a figure of The Faith, gifted the babe a necklace with the Seven Pointed Star to help begin her journey under the watchful eyes of The Seven. Queen Alysanne found it a most adorable gift for her daughter and said a prayer to The Mother and The Maiden the following night. She also said a prayer to The Warrior as she believed he had blessed Alyssa with her strength. Every night, before putting the princess to bed, the queen or the king would sing her to sleep with a Valyrian lullaby created by their parents, King Aenys and Queen Alyssa. This song was sung to their children and would be passed down to younger Targaryens moving forward. Aemon and Baelon smiled whenever they heard it. “It is so sweet how this song could touch your hearts, my boys.” Queen Alysanne said to them. “One day, you will likely sing it to your own children.” The entire family remained on Dragonstone for around five days before the king and the eldest prince had to return to King’s Landing, leaving Prince Baelon to look after his mother and sister. 

One night, Dragonstone was hit with a storm. The rain poured down quite hard. The wind howled through the night, almost as if a pack of dire wolves had made their way to the island. The thunder was difficult to sleep through and the lightning was brighter than dragonfire. None had as difficult a time at getting to sleep than Princess Alyssa. The storm seemed to scare her, causing her to become restless.

The maids did what they could to get her to sleep to no avail. Queen Alysanne tried to help her for a few hours, but she too had little luck. Eventually, it got to the point where she sent for Prince Baelon. “The storm seems to have truly unsettled her,” Her Grace said to her son. “Perhaps you will have better luck than the rest of us.” 

Baelon makes his way to her bedchamber where she is still crying. He is now certain she has developed a fear of storms. He sits by her cot, doing what he can to soothe her. Her cot is an old yet surprisingly sturdy thing. Perhaps it was used for past Targaryens? Baelon thinks to himself. He sits by his weeping sister and starts by stroking the little golden locks on her head. “I can only imagine how frightened you are.” He says to her in a gentle tone. “Do not worry, sister. I will stay with you until it passes. I won’t let anything hurt you.” 

Alyssa’s little hand manages to find one of Baelon’s fingers. For such a small child, she has such a strong grip as she holds onto her brother’s finger. Baelon does nothing to loosen it as this seems to help her calm down. Baelon’s eyes do not stay open much longer as he drifts off to sleep, comforting his sister. 

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64 AC

In the years following the birth of Princess Alyssa, she has proven to be quite lively. She has quickly proven to be as spirited as her brothers and enjoys taking part in whatever activities they are doing. She had become particularly fond of her brother, Baelon. Just as Baelon attached himself to Aemon, Alyssa had done the same to Baelon. Aemon could not help but laugh at Baelon's attempts to evade Alyssa. “Now you know how it feels, brother.” He said, mockingly. Alyssa had often sought the company of her brothers, mainly Baelon, rather than that of other ladies at court. That is not to say that she disliked other girls. It was noted by her parents, and Elysar, that she much preferred the activities of boys than that of girls. She cared little for singing and sewing and absolutely abhorred porridge. She also seemed to dislike dresses, though she would wear them if she had to. 

Soon, it would be Alyssa’s turn to play the elder sibling when the queen gave birth again to the next member of the family, in 62 AC. The queen bore another girl whom she and Jaehaerys dubbed Princess Maegelle Targaryen. As Alyssa had done to Baelon, Maegelle had attached herself to Alyssa. Now, it was Baelon’s turn to laugh as Alyssa tried to evade Maegelle. Soon enough, Aemon and Baelon would have a real reason to celebrate when, in 63 AC, the queen had finally delivered another boy. The older lads had cheered, now they finally had a little brother they could take into the training yards and teach all they knew of swordplay. Their parents decided to give him a name that would also, hopefully, imbue a warrior’s spirit as it had with Aemon and Baelon and so he was named Prince Vaegon Targaryen. “What better way to bless him with a warrior’s spirit than to give him a name resembling The Conqueror?” Jaehaerys jokingly asked his queen. “One can only hope he still has a kind heart.” Alysanne responded. By 64 AC, the queen grew once more with child. “It shall be a girl.” The queen oft told Jaehaerys. When he asked how could she know, she responded with “A mother just knows these things, my dear.” 

As they grew older, Aemon and Baelon’s friendship only grew stronger. Their skills at arms seemed to be growing as well as the boys had become real prodigies for the Master at Arms. “Knighthood could likely come sooner than later” he said to King Jaehaerys. The prospect of knighthood excited the boys even more. One night, they stayed up to discuss which prospect they desired more; knighthood or a dragon. It took a few hours before they reached an agreement to wait until knighthood to claim a dragon. 

“Knighthood first, then a dragon.” Aemon said. 

“Let’s hope Vaegon will be interested in following this plan.” Baelon said. 

“If he isn’t, chances are he’s mad.” Aemon said, jokingly. 

“What about our sisters?” Baelon asked.

“Alyssa and Maegelle?”

“Do you know of any other sisters?”

Aemon takes a moment to think of his answer.

“I see no reason why they shouldn’t become dragon riders. Rhaenys and Visenya were riders. Aunt Rhaena, too. I hope we get to see Dreamfyre in the flesh, one day. I hear she is one of the most beautiful dragons alive”

“I do as well. Alyssa should take to a dragon as naturally as we would. You heard her talking about Balerion at supper.”

“She’s a determined one, our Alyssa.” Baelon chuckles. “Though, Maegelle was surprisingly quiet on the matter.”

“Yes, well, she is young. Perhaps she has not pondered the subject of late. But, given time, I am sure she and Vaegon might come around to it, as many in our family naturally do.” Aemon says.

Aemon was more reserved than Baelon, but he still had a charisma of his own. They got along quite well with many people at court, especially other children around their age. Pretty soon, they gained a group of friends of their own. Their group consisted of young lords and ladies alike. Their friends were either the sons, daughter, nieces, or nephews of people at court. 

Their friends included three of their mother’s ladies in waiting: the three Baratheon girls: Jocelyn and her cousins, Brienne and Alynne. Jocelyn was the daughter of Rogar Baratheon and Queen Alyssa Velaryon, making her the sister of the king and queen and, therefore, the aunt to Aemon and Baelon. Each girl possessed the black hair common in House Baratheon. Jocelyn’s eyes were darker than her cousins, Brienne and Alynne both had light blue eyes. Brienne was only slightly taller than Alynne by a few inches while Jocelyn was the tallest of them. Compared to the three of them, Jocelyn was the most demure and dutiful. Aemon seemed quite happy around Jocelyn, which Baelon never ceased to tease him about. He often caught the two of them alone together, fortunately, before any of the septas could. 

“Spending time with your future queen more and more lately, aren’t you?” Baelon once said. 

“Fuck off, Baelon.” Aemon responded, naturally. 

Next in their group were the son and daughter of Lord Martyn and Lady Florence Tyrell, Roland and Mina. Roland had inherited the best parts of his parents: his mother’s cleverness and his father’s kindness. Both possessed the brown eyes of House Tyrell, however, Roland is noted as having a darker shade of brown hair than Mina. He was a favorite of Aemon both in and out of the training yard. Mina was just as clever as her mother and nearly as witty. She always knew she would grow into a great beauty and looked forward to the day when men would fall over themselves to gain her favor. She too had noticed Jocelyn spending plenty of time with Prince Aemon. 

Next came the twin nephews of the Lord and Lady of Highgarden, Stannis and Edmure Fossoway of Cider Hall. They were favorites of Baelon to spar with and were just as eager to claim knighthood. Both lads had green eyes and blond hair. However, they could be told apart by their personalities. Stannis heavily favored training at arms and anything outdoors. Edmure, on the other hand, was much more scholarly in nature. If he didn’t show any enjoyment in training at arms, he could have become a maester.

Next was Lord Rodrik and Lady Myranda Arryn’s eldest daughter, Lady Elys Arryn. Second only to Jocelyn, Elys seemed to be one of the few girls at court who Princess Alyssa seemed to enjoy. Lady Arryn proved to have a spirit similar to the princess. She had a similar love for riding and she, Alyssa, and Jocelyn would often go on rides together. She also loved climbing and exploring in the woods. Beyond that, she did favor activities like embroidery and sewing.

Next was the nephew of Lord Rodrik and Lady Myranda, Loras Lynderly. Since Lady Myranda came from House Lynderly of The Snakewood, she wanted to have The Vale gain more of a voice at court and, so, Loras accompanied them. While he was second in line to inherit his family seat, Loras was still able to fit in with the group of friends the princes had made. Compared to the others, Loras seemed to be more quiet and reserved, almost as much as Prince Aemon. It was also noted that he could be quite observant, preferring to watch and listen during conversations more than contribute. 

“Perhaps he could be my Master of Whispers.” Aemon once said to Baelon. 

Whenever she got the chance, Princess Alyssa liked to be a part of their activities. Luckily, nobody seemed to object to her presence. The group often liked to indulge in picnics in the gardens, watching the boys train at arms, and helping each other through their riding lessons. Most of the ladies enjoyed watching the lads training, cheering for one of them or another. Alyssa, on the other hand, was watching them for another reason and, as she usually had, came up with a bold idea. 

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64 AC

Months went by before the queen was brought to bed once again. Just as she predicted, she delivered another baby girl. She decided to call her Princess Daella Targaryen. 

“A dreamy name, as beautiful as she is.” Her Grace had said as she lay the girl against her breast.  

 King Jaehaerys pointed out how close her name sounded to their dearly departed sister, Vaella. Each child of House Targaryen took some form of joy in having another member to their family. Alyssa would never admit it out loud, but, part of her hoped that this Daella would take to riding and dueling, just as she does. Usually, before putting Daella to sleep, she would sing the Valyrian lullaby that she sang to all of her children.

“Either way, we will be the ones she will look to the most.” Maegelle had said.

“Thus is the way of sisters, I suppose.” Alyssa replied. 

Sometimes, after their lessons, Alyssa and Maegelle would check in on their mother and sister. Usually, a septa would accompany them in order to make sure of everyone’s safety, not that the girls minded too much. While Alyssa paid no mind to being watched closely, Maegelle seemed much more pleased to have her septa join her. 

“Perhaps you two will be the closest of friends.” Alyssa japed.

“Sweet sister,” Magelle replied. “All know the closest friends of the pious are The Seven themselves.”

One day, Alyssa sat next to her mother in her bed, caring for little Daella. 

“Perhaps, one day, we will journey into the sky on the back of The Black Dread.” Alyssa said, smiling.

Alysanne chuckled and shook her head. “The idea of you with Balerion gives me such a fright, my dear.”

“All the more reason for me to claim him.” She said to her mother.

Interactions like these always brought the mother and daughter to laughter.

“And you, sister?” Alyssa said, looking over to Maegelle who is dangling her feet off of her settee. 

“Hmm?” Maegelle said, who was not paying attention.

“Have you given thought to your future dragon?”

“Not completely.” Was all she said. 

“Why not? You’re a Targaryen. ‘Tis the most natural thing for us to desire.”

“Let your sister be, Alyssa.” Alysanne said, placing a gentle hand on her forearm. 

“Would you like to hold her?” She asked her eldest girl. 

Alyssa pauses for a moment before looking to Maegelle.

“She is asking you, not me.” Maegelle says. 

Alyssa sheepishly nods. She has never held her sister before, not even Maegelle. 

“Gently, dear, gently.” Her mother coos.

Alyssa has seen her parents and brothers do this before so she has an idea as to how to form her arms to not drop her sister. 

This feels…nice, she says to herself. Alyssa has always preferred the activities of her brothers, she has even taken to playing with a wooden sword when she thought nobody would notice. Yet, as she holds her sister in her arms, she feels something in her that she never expected.

“You’re really good with her, my love.” Alysanne says. 

Alyssa looks over to see her mother, smiling. 

“Maegelle, would you like to hold your sister?” The queen asks her other daughter. 

Maegelle smiles as she joins her mother and sisters on the bed in order to spend time with Daella. 

Alyssa is roaming the grounds of the Red Keep when she hears a commotion. She turns a corner before first seeing lady Elys Arryn. Walking closer, she sees what is occurring. 

“Who’s winning?” She asks.

“So far, it seems that Roland might be the victor. However, I suspect Stannis has something in mind.” Lady Arryn says. 

Lately, it seems the princes and the other boys have taken to having sparring matches among themselves. 

They must be eager for knighthood. Alyssa thinks to herself.

By the looks of it, the first match of the day is between the two young lords from The Reach. From what Alyssa knew, Roland Tyrell and Stannis Fossoway were two very promising young lads that also learned under the Master at Arms. Even at a young age, each boy was doing their best to hone their style of fighting. Roland Tyrell has taken to a more mobile, elusive style of fighting. Stannis Fossoway, on the other hand, seems to be more aggressive in his style of fighting; relying more on heavy attacks to overpower his opponent. Roland seemed to be attempting to dodge as many of Stannis’ strikes as possible and land as many of his own when he had the right opening. 

His footwork is impressive, Alyssa thought to herself. Any lady is sure to be lucky to have him as a dancing partner.

Roland had usually seemed very sure of himself. Perhaps he counted on his coming from House Tyrell to aid his becoming a good swordsman. However, coming from one of the great houses does not aid in such endeavors. Rolan Tyrell is good on his feet, a skill that can only take one so far. Stannis Fossoway seemed to pick up on this as, after landing a few impressive strikes, which Roland managed to block, he began to go for his legs. Soon enough, the young Tyrell went to the ground, dropping his wooden sword.

“Yield” Stannis said, holding his wooden blade to his young liege lord.

Roland, panting and sweating after an impressively long match, looks up to his young bannerman and answers.

“I yield.” He says, giving a short smile.

Despite having lost, it was clear he held no ill will towards the lad of Cider Hall. In fact, he might even say that he had fun. Not only him, their spectators did as well. 

“Congratulations, Stannis. I expect no less from a fellow native of The Reach than the finest display.” Mina Tyrell said, smiling. 

“You’re ever so kind, Lady Tyrell.” Stannis said. 

“And you, brother.” Mina said. “You are getting better and better with each match.” To many, it seemed a harmless compliment. But, to others, it was a hidden jape at her brother.

“And you, sister.” Roland said in return. “You are getting more and more poetic each time you say such things.”

Mina stuck her tongue out at her brother, which caused some of the others to giggle. Sibling rivalry was something nobody was a stranger to. Brienne and Alynne Baratheon could butt heads from time-to-time. Even the Targaryen siblings are known to get at each other every now and then. 

The next match to be held was between young Edmure Fossoway and Loras Lynderly. Alyssa had hardly seen the Lynderly boy train so she had no inkling as to how he would fight. When the match started, it was clear that Edmure and Stannis grew from the same tree. He too had an aggressive fighting style. However, Loras was able to block nearly every single hit. His footwork was tighter than Roland, only making quick movements when he needed to. It became clear to her what his strategy was: defense. 

“Are you ever going to attack me?” Edmure asked in between strikes.

“Perhaps I will. Then again, perhaps I won’t.” Loras replied, almost completely stone-faced. 

Loras had a talent for maintaining a completely composed display. One would never fully know what was going on in his mind. 

“Perhaps he was born without feelings.” Stannis once joked.

“I just know how to control myself, unlike certain people I know.” Loras said in response before turning his head. “Oh, Stannis, I forgot you were here.” He said before others laughed. 

People began to pick who they wanted to win. Elys Arryn, naturally, chose her fellow Valeman. Prince Baelon and Stannis cheered for Edmure, Aemon for Loras, the Tyrells for Edmure, Brienne Baratheon for Stannis, and Alynne and Jocelyn for Loras. It took some time for Alyssa to settle on a victor. But, soon enough, she declared herself for Loras. 

The fight was a bit longer than the previous one. Loras had still not landed a hit on Edmure, despite him landing many that were blocked. Alyssa moved over to be by her brothers who were discussing how the match would play out. 

“Isn’t the point of sparring to hit each other?” Alyssa asked.

“I don’t believe that is the case with this one, sister.” Aemon responded. “I believe I am starting to understand Loras’ intentions here.”

“Do care to enlighten the rest of us.” Baelon said.

“It is rather simple actually. Look at how Loras moves, how he blocks each attack.” They all take note of his movements. He was moving in tight formations, less quick then Roland. His blocks were some of the smoothest any of the boys had seen. However, there was something else. 

“He is studying Edmure’s movements.” Aemon said. “He is anticipating his opponent's next move.”

“Why?” Alyssa asked.

“Perhaps he means to outlast him? Perhaps he is waiting for the right moment.” Aemon pondered. Of their siblings, Alyssa and Baelon agreed that Aemon was the wisest, despite his young age. 

Aemon’s wisdom would prove correct when the victor was decided. By the time it was clear that Edmure was tiring, it was too late for him. With one swift motion of his wooden blade, Loras knocked Edmure’s sword out of his hand and then proceeded to strike the back of his leg, sending the Fossoway twin to the ground. Holding his sword to his neck, he told him to yield, which he did.

The children all clapped at the display they bore witness to. Loras held out a hand to help his companion up, and Edmure accepted. 

“I will get you, one day.” Edmure said.

“If that is what you need to tell yourself.” Loras said before they laughed. 

Before the final match began, more spectators decided to join. Princess Maegelle’s lessons must have also ended as she decided to take part in the revelry occurring. Not far behind her were two members of the kingsguard; Ser Lucamore Strong and Ser Pate the Woodcock. Whenever the Master at Arms was unable to train the lads, it was usually a Kingsguard. Aemon and Baelon looked up to Ser Lucamore, especially after hearing the story of his victory at the Tourney of 55 AC, after the completion of the Dragonpit. Ser Lucamore was the kingsguard who oversaw their training more frequently than other members of the Kingsguard. 

Today, Ser Lucamore would see his pupils test their skills against each other as the final match was about to begin. The rest of the group had already figured out who they would cheer for. Jocelyn Baratheon, Brienne Baratheon, Roland Tyrell, Elys Arryn, Loras Lynderly, and Princess Maegelle would cheer for Prince Aemon. Alynne Baratheon, Mina Tyrell, Stannis and Edmure Fossoway, and Princess Alyssa would cheer for Prince Baelon. Sparring matches between the princes had a tendency to draw crowds, they were not surprised that their friends, aunt, cousins, and sisters would be the latest one.

“May the best man win.” Aemon said.

“I intend to.” Baelon said, smirking. Aemon snorted at that, also smiling.

The princes do not hold back against each other, delivering strong blows against one another. Any time Prince Aemon deals a strong strike, Prince Baelon is able to either dodge or parry. Against any other opponent, the princes do their best to show restraint. However, when it is between them, they show none. They have been training together for years, they have watched each other develop their own styles and hone their strengths. Their match is the longest of the day and their friends and family cheer on one prince or the other. 

“Yield, brother.” Prince Aemon would say when he manages to get his brother on the ground. 

“Never!” Prince Baelon would say, filled with spirit. 

It would eventually get to the point where Prince Aemon would be hammering his sword into his brother’s, which is not uncommon. As the elder brother, Prince Aemon had the advantage of strength. Prince Baelon had speed and ferocity in his arsenal. 

“Alright, alright, yield!” Prince Baelon said, laughing as he lay on the ground. His brother would usually be the victor in these matches.

Sour Sam was right, Princess Alyssa thinks to herself. My brother is either brave or mad.

The children and Kingsguard viewing the fight all cheer for Prince Aemon’s victory.

“Congratulations, my prince.” Lady Jocelyn said to Aemon. “I had little doubt of your victory.”

“You are too kind, my lady.” Aemon said, smiling.

Prince Baelon rises from the ground, arching his back until he manages to crack it. 

“Why do you always have to win like that, Aemon?” Baelon asks.

“It is clearly the best method for me to beat you.” Aemo says, plainly. 

“One day,” Baelon says, smiling and wagging a finger at his brother. “One day.”

“Can you walk?” Alyssa asks her brother, walking to him.

“Yes, I will be fine.” He replies, waving away her hands. “It would probably hurt more if a man had done this.” He says, causing snorts and laughs to arise from the others.

“Is that an invitation for another round, brother?” Aemon asks, looking at his brother. 

“Steady, Aemon. I should rest before going back in there.” Baelon replies. 

“Shame,” Aemon says. “I am in the mood for another round, if anyone is up for it.”

Alyssa, looking down at her brother’s hand, takes the sword out of it before walking to where she watched the boys spar.

“Alyssa?” Aemon asks his sister. “What do you think you are doing?”

“You said you wanted another opponent, did you not?” She asks.

Her brothers look at each other before breaking out in snickers. 

“Is there some sort of joke I am not getting?” Alyssa asks.

“Sister,” Baelon says. “You know girls can’t do such things.”

“I am flattered by your offer, sister.” Aemon says. “But it isn’t right.”

Alyssa narrows her eyebrows. She has never taken to playing with dolls or sewing. As much as she enjoys the girls that her brothers have become acquainted with, she prefers spending time with them and doing their activities. 

“You say it is wrong for girls to participate in swordplay,” Alyssa says to her brothers. “Yet you seem to forget that there are girls who have taken part in it. Must you be reminded of Queen Visenya and her part in The Conquest? Must you also be reminded of who guards our mother?”

Alyssa Targaryen has enjoyed getting to know Lady Jonquil Darke, the sworn shield of Queen Alysanne. She felt they were kindred spirits in that they had no taste of the activities of typical ladies. 

“I think I really know why you won’t face me.” Alyssa says, giving a wicked smile.

Looking at his brother, Aemon asks “And what is that, dear sister?” 

She looks at her brothers and smiles before answering.

“You both are craven.”

Aemon and Baelon’s eyes widen and surprised laughter arises from the rest of the group. Alyssa has always been a spirited girl, but they didn’t think her to be so bold. 

“Do you really wish to do this, sister?” Aemon asks. 

“Unless you are afraid to see me dirty my dress, brother.” Alyssa answers curtly.

Aemon looks at Baelon before looking back at Alyssa and smiling. 

“Very well, Alyssa.” Aemon says. “Let it not be said that we warned you.”

Given that he was sparring against his sister, Prince Aemon decided to show restraint. This is also due to her lack of experience. 

“Princess, it is not wise for you to be here.” Ser Lucamore says.

“Fret not, Ser.” She replies. “I’ll not hurt him too much.”

Alyssa had been watching her brothers and their friends spar any chance she could. She had some idea as to how she could defend herself and to find back if she needed to. She wasn’t the best student during dancing lessons as grace was never one of her strong suits. This extended to her footwork in the training yards. But, what she lacked in footwork, she made up for in her ability to block and strike. While it was clear she was a novice at swordplay, she was able to land a few good hits on her brother. 

While many of the cheers were for Aemon, Alyssa managed to have some supporters for her. These supporters included Princess Maegelle, Lady Arryn, Lady Tyrell, and Lady Alynne Baratheon. 

Despite her being able to hit her brother, it was not enough for her to claim victory. Aemon had managed to disarm her before holding the wooden blade to her throat. 

“I yield.” Alyssa said, panting. Aemon responded with a hardy nod. Perhaps he meant to convey his respect for her being able to last for so long. 

“Very good, princess.” Ser Pate said. “Now, it is time for you to return to the castle.”

“Not yet, Ser.” Prince Baelon spoke up. He holds out his hand and Aemon places his sword within it. “Not before I teach Alyssa to respect her brothers.” Alyssa, smiling, accepts her brother’s challenge. 

As Baelon had cheered for Aemon, now it was Aemon’s turn to reciprocate those cheers. But, it seemed that Alyssa was gaining more supporters as, now, all three Baratheon ladies were on her side. Loras Lynderly, one of Aemon’s supporters, even began to voice his support for the princess. 

Baelon and Alyssa were similar in nature so it seemed to make sense that they were fierce opponents. Like with Aemon, Alyssa manages to get some good hits on her brother. However, it seemed she planned to use some more cheap tricks in this fight. Against Baelon, she starts going after his wrists and legs. Aemon was much taller than Alyssa, Baelon proved to be a bit of an easier challenge for her. Despite every time Alyssa struck him, Baelon refused to stoop to her level. 

Alyssa’s underhanded tactics were proving to be useful. She was able to stagger her brother and gain the advantage over him. Soon enough, she managed to land a strike on his ankle which caused the prince to fall to his knees. Following this, she kicked his sword away. 

“Next time,” Alyssa said as she pointed her wooden sword at Baelon. “Do not try to doubt my abilities, brother.”

Panting, Baelon looked up at his little sister. It was said that Baelon gave his sister a smile. Perhaps he was impressed by her ability to defeat him. Perhaps it was her boldness that struck him. 

“Shall we go again?” He asked.

It was late in the evening when his grace returned to his bedchamber. He greeted his queen, sitting at the edge of their bed. It was clear that, as usual, he was exhausted from managing the realm. Yet, there seemed to be something else on his mind.

“What troubles you, dearest?” Queen Alysanne asks in her usual soothing tone.

“Managing the realm has never been an easy task. If it were, everyone would find a way to do it.” King Jaehaerys chuckled.

“You have always known it would be no easy task. You have known that since we were young and you were crowned.” She hummed. “Come, it has been ages since we have sat together.”

“You did give birth not long ago.” He said.

“And yet it feels like an eternity has passed. Now sit with me. Your queen commands it.” She said smiling.

“Oh, does she now?” Jaehaerys says, also smiling.

“Yes.” She adds, patting the spot next to her.

Jaehaerys moves up to the spot next to his beloved wife. He wraps his arms around her as she sighs blissfully into him.

“If only I were already healed.” The Good Queen said.

“You have given birth and you are already thinking about such things?” Jaehaerys chuckled.

“With you, my love, of course I am.” She said, “And yet, I feel there is something else on your mind.”

“You do know me well, my dear.” The Conciliator said. “You’ve no doubt learned of what happened in the training yards.”

“Ah, yes, our dear Alyssa put on quite the spectacle.” Alysanne said. “Apparently she defeated Baelon as well.” 

“Yes, and then Baelon bested her in a rematch.” Jaehaerys said.

“Our children are a spirited lot. I always knew Alyssa had taken after Baelon, but it is a surprise to see just how similar they are.” Alysanne said. As the children grew up, she watched as Alyssa attached herself to her older brother and how she took part in many of the activities he had. It would seem the swordplay is the latest one. 

“Does it not worry you?” Jaehaerys asks.

“Does what not worry me, husband?” She asks in return.

“How similar she is to her brothers. It could prove a challenge to find her a match, especially one that would tolerate her interests.” He says.

“Oh, my dear.” Alysanne says, holding his hand. “You have seen your children grow up over the years, yes. But, you do not see how perfect this is for them. Many claim that Alyssa is to marry Aemon. I disagree with that notion. She was always meant for our Baelon, and he her.”

“Are you certain of this? What about Aemon?” Jaehaerys asks.

“I am leaning towards our sister, Jocelyn. You see how they are around one another. Plus, when the subject of Jocelyn comes up, I swear that I can see a smile being suppressed on our son’s face. However, I do wish to give them more time around each other to be sure.” The queen says.

“Are you absolutely certain of this?” The king asks with a hint of worry.

“Let me worry about the betrothals of our children, my dear.” The queen coos as she caresses her husband’s hand. “Now, returning to Alyssa’s activities. If she is set on swordplay, I do have an idea for her that should please her greatly.” 

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65 AC

On horseback, Prince Baelon gallops down the road, back to the Red Keep. He has just finished another visit, accompanied by Ser Clement Crabb, another member of his father’s Kingsguard. Given where he visited, his parents had insisted he and his brother be accompanied by a Kingsguard, not that they complained about it. He, Aemon and, recently, Alyssa have been making trips separately. The brothers had only recently informed Alyssa of their longstanding agreement and decided to include her in it as well, despite the fact that she made it no secret as to which one she wanted. Arriving back at the castle, Baelon was first greeted by his older brother.

“Skorkydoso iksin se ripo, lēkia?” (How was the pit, brother?) Aemon asked. Aemon’s progress in learning their mother tongue had been improving. 

“Se zaldrīzoti vestretan biare naejot ūndegon nyke” (The dragons seemed happy to see me.) Baelon replied. While Baelon’s grasp of High Valyrian is good, he could still use some more practice. 

“Mirre qantre zaldrīzes?” (Any specific dragon?) Aemon asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“Ao gīmigon bona kesan daor ivestragon.” (You know that I will not say.) Baelon said, also smirking. Despite the agreement they made, that did not stop one brother from trying to get the other to reveal which dragon they plan to claim. 

Aemon snorts, knowing his brother would not dare to break a promise he made. “Māzigon, lēkia, issa iā gevie tubis. Ivestragī īlva raqagon ziry.” (Come, brother, it is a beautiful day. Let us enjoy it.) Aemon said, gesturing for Baelon to walk with him. 

“How was the latest meeting, brother? I hope it didn’t bore you too much.” Baelon asked. Their father had asked Aemon, as his heir, to start attending small council meetings. Even though he is at ten years of age, it would be wise of him to start gaining experience in governance as soon as he could. As such, Jaehaerys named him the royal cupbearer. To others, it may seem like he is just filling their cups. But, Jaehaerys sees the true importance in giving this role to his son and heir. 

“It would seem that we are planning to make another royal progress. However, the council is trying to settle on which kingdom to tour.” Aemon said. It had been a long time since the children have been on a royal progress. The last one they made was to The Reach, when they were younger. The weather was most favorable, the food they had was amazing, and it was during this progress that they met Stannis and Edmure at Cider Hall. Following that, they managed to convince their parents to have the twins come to King’s Landing. 

“Oh, that should be fun. What are the leading contenders for this one?” Baelon asks. 

“So far, it would seem to be a tie between The Riverlands and The Stormlands.” Aemon says.

“Ah, now that is a difficult decision.” Baelon remarks. “Both kingdoms are relatively close. This could also allow father to further survey his plans for the road he is building.” 

“That is true enough.” Aemon said.

“On one hand, you have the home of one of the first lords to bend the knee to Aegon the Conqueror. On the other hand, the home of your future queen.” Baelon says, smiling at the remark at the end. 

“I will blacken your eye and I will make it look like an accident.” Aemon threatens as Baelon laughs at his fury.

“Aemon, you have little to worry about. I happen to like Jocelyn. Plus, you can’t tell me all those times you have spent with her meant nothing.” Baelon says to his brother. Aemon is silent as he ponders the meaning of these words. Even at ten years old, Aemon was no stranger to the affections of ladies at court. However, he has shirked almost all of them and always preferred the company of his lady aunt. 

“For what it’s worth, if the gods place you two together, then I approve of that match.” Baelon says with a hand on Aemon’s shoulder. 

“As much as I appreciate your thoughts, it is mother and father’s thoughts that are also important.” Aemon says.

“Do you really think they would disapprove?” Baelon asks.

“Well, there are many who have whispered that Alyssa and I should be together.” Aemon says, making Baelon stop walking. 

“What?” Baelon asks, surprised by this news.

“You’ve never heard of this gossip?” Aemon asks. “I do not know why, but I figured you would have heard it.”

“I cannot say I have heard such things.” Baelon says as he tries to swallow his shock. 

“Truth be told, I do not believe Alyssa would be happy with me.” Aemon says.

“Talking of Alyssa,” Baelon says, trying to change the subject. “Have you seen her in the training yards recently?”

Aemon, stunned by Baelon’s sudden urge to change the subject, pauses to think of his answer.

“Come to think of it, I do not believe I have.” He says. For a few weeks, following Alyssa’s first sparring match, she had participated in a few more. She became a frequent opponent of Baelon and they often called for rematches against one another. Perhaps they wanted to prove their strength against one another?

“Now that I think about it, I have heard some rumors regarding the reasoning behind this.” Aemon says.

“Oh?” Baelon asks. “Do tell, brother.”

“I have been hearing talk that our parents have found her a private instructor. Perhaps they were not against her learning to fight after all.” He says. Baelon takes a moment to think. Soon, it dawns on him that he also heard people in the castle talking of this.

“I have heard some of the servants speak of this. Some of them say they saw Alyssa with Lady Darke.” Baelon says.

Aemon’s eyes darted to his brother.

“Lady Jonquil Darke?’ Aemon asks.

“That would be the one.” Baelon replies. 

The Targaryen children have seen Lady Jonquil’s skills with a blade a few times. It was often when she trained in the castle. She would often spar with members of the Kingsguard, the City Watch, or household knights. Her skills and style proved a formidable site for spectators and an even more formidable force for her opponents. Lady Jonquil has always been a faithful companion to their parents and their children. Aemon and Baelon would not be surprised to learn if she really was mentoring their sister. While they may not say it out loud, they would be slightly afraid to face Alyssa again after learning her skills from their mother’s sworn shield.

Two days have passed following Prince Baelon’s chat with his older brother. The weather has continued to prove favorable. So favorable that the siblings have decided to gather whatever of their companions were available and dine together in the gardens. Baelon and Alyssa, being done with their lessons, oversaw the preparations for the meal they would share. The food would be a lovely assortment of fruits and pastries. The drinks would be in the form of water or Arbor gold wine. The siblings made sure to extend the invitation to whoever could attend the gathering.

“I am surprised the weather has been so delightful of late.” Princess Alyssa said as she looked to the sky.

“The gods have been kind to us.” Prince Baelon said as he smiled at his sister.

As they walked, Princess Alyssa nearly fell into her brother from looking at the sky for so long. They siblings laughed it off as they carried their baskets while the servants behind them carried their drinks. 

“How have your lessons been going?” Prince Baelon asked.

“I know they septa means well,” Princess Alyssa sighs. “But, she can be a bit of a bore.”

“Not the lessons I was referring to.” Baelon says.

“Oh?” His sister asks, raising an eyebrow. “What other lessons am I taking?”

Baelon knows she is trying to play dumb, something that has never worked on him.

“Aemon and I know you have a private teacher for your fighting lessons.” He says. “Come on, now. Who is your teacher?”

“Hmmm.” Alyssa chuckles. “Why would I give that secret away?”

Baelon had always loved his sister’s lopsided smile. If he weren’t so determined, he might have been easily swayed by it. However, unlike most other boys, Baelon isn’t so easily wooed by the charms of girls.

“Come now, Alyssa. You can tell me.” Baelon says. 

“Hmmm.” Alyssa hums, feigning pondering. “No, I would rather the surprise be revealed when I unveil the skills I have learned.”

“Not even a hint?” Baelon asks.

“No no, brother.” Alyssa tuts. “You must be patient, you and Aemon.”

They walk until they reach the gardens and see the first two people there. Prince Aemon and Lady Jocelyn seem to be in the middle of a lovely chat by the time they arrive. They are smiling and Jocelyn seems to be finishing giggling at something Aemon must have said. Jocelyn is the first to notice their arrival as she waves at them. 

“I hope we weren’t interrupting you two.” Baelon says.

“No worries, nephew.” Jocelyn said, curtsying. 

“Will anyone else be joining us?” Aemon asks as he looks around.

“I should hope so.” Alyssa answers. “Baelon and I made sure to extend the invitation to as many as we could. Though, Lady Elys is not fully sure she can as she might be attending prayer around this time.”

“Ah.” Aemon says. “Well, as long as the gods, and whichever septon is conducting prayer, are kind to her and that she is attentive.”

Baelon looks in the distance to see two other ladies heading their way. Baelon waves them down as his cousins, Brienne and Alynne Baratheon, arrive to join them. 

“Apologies for the tardiness.” Lady Brienne says. “I hope you did not start without us.”

“No worries, my lady.” Baelon says. “We were just setting up and discussing Lady Elys’ attendance.” 

“Is she not able to?” Lady Alynne asks.

“No,” Alyssa answers. “It seems that she has a meeting with the gods to attend to.” 

“Ah, well I hope it goes well.” Brienne responds.

The group is done setting up as Roland Tyrell and Loras Lynderly join them as well. 

“Is Lady Mina not going to attend?” Lady Alynne asks.

“No, sadly, she will not be joining us.” Roland says. “It seems that she, the Fossoways, and Princess Maegelle, Princess Daella and Prince Vaegon are attending prayer with the queen.”

“That is unfortunate. I was looking forward to the whole of us meeting.” Baelon says in a slightly disappointed tone.

“True,” Jocelyn says. “But, it is good to know that they will be giving thanks to the gods.”

“Also true.” Aemon replies.

The group all sit to enjoy the food and drinks brought to the garden. They laugh as jokes and stories are told between them. They have all been close for years and have enjoyed each other’s company. They are always eager to get out of their lessons to be with one another. 

“This is a most pleasant day.” Roland remarks. “Though, we will have to begin making room in the coming months.”

“Meaning?” Prince Aemon asks.

“Have you not heard?” Roland asks in return. “Lord Oakheart is planning a journey to King’s Landing in the coming months to discuss some matters with his grace. He plans to bring his son, Denys Oakheart.”

“Finally,” Baelon smiles as he finishes pouring his wine. “It will be nice to have some fresh meat in the training yard.”

“Getting tired of us already, my prince?” Loras jokes.

“No, I could never get tired of you lads.” Baelon says. “Well, maybe Roland.”

This joke brings out a laugh from everyone and a look from Roland; feigning offense. 

“Now I see how it is, my prince.” Roland says jokingly as he finishes eating a peach. “Perhaps Denys might take my place in the coming months.” 

“Worry not, Roland.” Brienne says. “Nobody would dare to replace you.”

“I should hope not, my lady.” He says. 

“I doubt anybody could.” Baelon says. “Plus, I doubt we will find anyone during the progress.” 

“What progress, my prince?” Jocelyn asks. 

The Baratheon girls are ladies in waiting to Queen Alysanne. Baelon expected them to have heard by now.

“Have you not heard, my lady?” Alyssa asks as she enjoys a pastry. “Our parents and the small council are preparing for another royal progress sometime in the coming year.”

“Has the destination been decided?” Loras asks.

“So far,” Aemon answers. “It seems to be a tie between The Riverlands and The Stormlands.”

Jocelyn brightens when she hears her home being mentioned. 

“Oh, I hope it to be The Stormlands, my prince.” Jocelyn says as she looks to Aemon, finishing her water. “I have been wanting to journey home, to Storm’s End, for some time. I assure you that you would all enjoy it.”

The Baratheon girls have talked about their home many times. They would say that, second to the Red Keep, it is the most lovely castle. They cannot fault them for saying such things about their home. The princes have already been through The Crownlands and have seen a good portion of The Reach. Seeing another kingdom would make for an intriguing journey.

“Perhaps you could speak to the queen and convince her of The Stormlands.” Alyssa suggests. “I always did enjoy hearing stories of that kingdom. I hear they have some of the mightiest warriors in Westeros.”

“I hope we can convince her.” Jocelyn says. “Boremund and I have been writing to each other and we miss each other dearly.” 

“If I recall,” Aemon says. “The last time our parents traveled through The Stormlands was around a decade ago, after they went to Oldtown.”

“That wasn’t much of a progress.” Alyssa says. “Therefore, it does not count.”

The Targaryens have heard much talk about Jocelyn’s sister, the young Lord of Storm’s End. She had nothing but good things to say about him and the princes admitted to wanting the chance to test their skills against him in the training yard.

“This will be your first progress, will it not, princess?” Loras asks as he looks to Alyssa.

“Yes and I must say that I am excited.” Alyssa says smiling. “I have already decided which kingdom I want to go to next.”

“The Vale, to see Lady Elys’ home?” Baelon asks.

“The North.” Alyssa answers. “It is the largest kingdom in Westeros and I have heard the best stories come from there. Plus, I want to see The Wall. If it is half as beautiful as mother says, it must be worth the long, cold journey to see it.”

“Mayhaps you can suggest it to mother and father for the next progress.” Baelon says, in between sips of his wine.

“Perhaps, brother.” Alyssa says, smiling. “Otherwise, Balerion can always take me there himself.”

Baelon chuckles upon hearing this. Alyssa has always loved the idea of riding The Black Dread. Admittedly, Baelon cannot say that he has ever entered Balerion’s home in the Dragonpit. This is mainly because he only ever visits one other part, to see one other resident of the pit.

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66 AC

The gods had shown mercy to Princess Alyssa on this day. They saw fit to end her lessons with her septa early. Now that she was free, she decided to venture around the castle. She ventures until she can find the one person she always looks to for joy. Baelon had been preoccupied as of late. The arrival of Lord Luwin Oakheart also brought the arrival of his son and heir, Denys Oakheart. Her brothers quickly took to the young heir to Old Oak, as did their other friends from The Reach, one being his future liege lord. Denys Oakheart proved to be a spirited young lad and a good opponent in the training yard. Alyssa cannot fault her brothers for wanting to spend much time with their new friend, she found him pleasant as well. 

As the thought crosses her mind, she now knows where to find her brother. As expected, he is sparring with Denys in the yard. Aemon, on the other hand, is sparring against Ser Lorence Roxton. Ser Lorence has always been a good and faithful member of her father’s kingsguard. With Aemon being the heir to the throne, it was good that he starts honing his martial skills along with his mind and an opponent such as a kingsguard will help him. 

As Alyssa gets closer to the ground, she spots her wooden sword. She looks to her brother and his new friend, then back to her sword. She smiles as she comes up with an idea. She wishes to have fun with her brother, what better way to do that than to play a joke on him? By the looks of things, Baelon’s concentration seems to be completely devoted to defeating his opponent. This means it would be easy to sneak up on him and scare him. There weren’t too many people present, so she had the element of surprise on her side. The Baratheons were likely with her mother. The Tyrell, Fossoway, Arryn and Lynderly members of their group were likely still receiving their lessons. 

Alyssa picked up her sword and began to sneak over to her brother and Denys. They were heavily concentrating on their fight, as was Aemon with Ser Lorence. 

Perfect. She thought. 

As she got closer, she prepared to strike. She let out her own battle cry as she began to make her move. It wasn’t Baelon who ended up being on the receiving end of this joke, but Denys. She might have enjoyed it, if only she could have predicted how he would react. 

He did scream, yes. But then he turned around, sword still in hand. The pain was nearly blinding to her. She fell to the ground, dropping her sword to cover her face with both hands.

“ALYSSA!!” She heard one of her brothers yell, though she could not tell which one. 

From what she could tell, everybody came rushing over to her. She remembers hearing someone say how much blood there was. She could not place much concentration on what everyone else was saying as the pain radiating from her face was overwhelming.  

The princess does remember someone helping her to her feet.

“Are you able to move?” A voice she recognizes to be Baelon’s asked. 

She managed to groan a response of some kind before she was guided by Baelon to the stairs.

“Get her to a maester, now!” Ser Lorence says.

Tending to her wound was painful, especially since it was on her face. Grand Maester Elysar and the assisting maesters did what they could, though. Her family gathered around her, as well as Ser Lorence and young Denys. Lord Luwin Oakheart was also present to either defend or chastise his son in whatever manner was fit. Many were scared for the princess, but none as scared as Denys. 

“How could this have happened?!” King Jaehaerys asked, clearly scared for his daughter and angry at what happened to her.

“Your grace,” Ser Lorence began. “I should have been watching more cautiously. I take full-”

“It was my fault, father.” Alyssa said, in between winces of pain. 

“Princess,” Denys began. “There is no need for you to-”

“Silence, boy.” Lord Oakheart says to his son, his tone filled with anger. 

“My lord, Ow, I speak the truth.” Alyssa interjects.

“Tell me, my daughter, how was any of this your doing?” Jaehaerys asks, managing to calm himself.

The maesters continue to work on her nose as much as they can while the princess does her best to explain.

“I walked to the training, Ah , yard and I saw Baelon training with Denys. I saw my wooden sword and I got the idea to, Ow , scare them. Denys is not at fault for how he reacted. It is I who is at fault for causing it.” Alyssa explains.

“My dear,” Queen Alysanne says. “What possessed you to do such a thing?”

Once the bandages are finally in place, Alyssa has to resort to breathing through her mouth. 

“In my defense, mother, I genuinely thought it would be funny to scare Baelon. I did not fully intend to scare Denys. For that part, I apologize.” She says in an honest tone.

“It was still wrong of me to harm you, princess.” Denys says, bowing. “Is there any chance you can forgive me?”

“As I have said, I am the one at fault.” Alyssa says, waving him off. “There is, however, something you can do.”

“Name it, princess.” Denys says, eager to make up his transgression.

“When I am healed, I wish to face you in the training yard. You can consider that your way of repaying what you did to me. I ask that you prepare yourself for when that day comes.” Alyssa says, smiling. “With luck, it will not be long.”

“Speaking of,” Her grace says. “How long should her healing take, Grand Maester?”

“It should only take a couple of weeks, your grace.” Elysar explains. “However, based on the damage the princess took, there is a good chance that her nose will heal crooked.”

Queen Alysanne sighs as her head falls to the ground. King Jaehaerys rubs the bridge of his nose upon hearing the news.

“Was it worth it, child?” Jaehaerys asked, slightly annoyed.

“Well, I did get a sparring match out of it. Plus, many great warriors have battle scars. Now, I have mine.” Alyssa says, now fully smiling.

“That is your daughter, father.” Baelon says, looking up at the king.

“Evidently, yes, she is.” He says.

Princess Alyssa shuffles around in her bed. After the events of the day, she has been having trouble sleeping. She sent one of the maids to get something that will, hopefully, help her sleep. Every now and then, she calls upon the use of this item to help her when she is particularly restless. Soon enough, she hears the knock on her door she has been waiting for. The maid enters with the item she was hoping for.

“Good evening, Alyssa.” Baelon greets her, wearing his sleeping clothes.

 The princess sits up in her bed to see Baelon entering her room. 

“Thank the gods you came. I never thought I would be able to sleep this night.” She said, smiling through her bandages. “Come, join me.”

Baelon looks at his sister’s face, at the bandages covering her broken nose. He can’t help but feel pangs of guilt. As much of a handful as she could be, he still loved her. It hurt him to see her like this. 

Baelon climbs into bed with her and she wriggles her way into his chest. As he strokes her hair, he looks down at her smiling face.

“I am sorry, Alyssa.” He says with a sad tone.

“Whatever for, brother?” Alyssa asks, curious. 

“This should never have happened. I should have protected you. If I had, you would not be in such pain.” He says in a voice mixed with anger and sadness. 

“Baelon, calm yourself. There was no way you could have known. Besides, I was the one who tried to play that joke on you and I suffered the consequences for it.” Alyssa says.

“Then, you are not angry?” Baelon asks, managing to calm his nerves. 

“Only at my foolishness. Besides, I did get a sparring match out of it and I do not plan to miss it.” She says, happily. 

“Well, the important thing is that you were not mortally wounded.” He says.

“Yes, it is. Now, we should go to sleep.” Alyssa says.

As they wind down, Alyssa finds a good spot on Baelon’s chest to settle into for the night. Baelon takes care to not move so much throughout the night so as to not disturb his sister. At one point, Baelon could have sworn he heard the bedchamber door open and shut. Though, he could not be certain as he was barely awake at that point. 

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66 AC

Nearly two weeks have passed since the princesses injury. According to Grand Maester Elysar, despite her nose healing crooked, her recovery was going quite well. She was already back to riding and playing with her friends and siblings. As a matter of fact, after five days of rest, she had already returned to her sword training. As she resumed her training, she kept in mind that the Oakhearts were still in King's Landing, and she still had a sparring match to be had.

The two older princes were in the training yard with Denys Oakheart. Aemon was observing the match between his brother and their new friend and all of them were being monitored by Ser Ryam Redwyne. Today appeared to be his turn to monitor the training of the boys. As a very experienced member of the Kingsguard, Ser Ryam's skill with a sword was never something to be questioned. 

"Keep light on your feet, my prince." Ser Ryam instructed. 

Prince Baelon's fighting style was developing more and more as he trained. He prided himself on dealing out unrelenting attacks while also making sure to conserve his stamina for when he needed it. 

"Strengthen your guard, Lord Denys." The Kingsguard instructed. 

Denys Oakheart, while capable, was not quite as skilled as his opponent. Try as he might, his defense only began to break down as he began to feel exhaustion. Prince Baelon was able to knock his opponent's sword to the ground and point his own at the young lord's throat.

"Yield!" The heir to Old Oak said. "I yield, my prince."

Baelon chuckles and walks over to his beaten opponent.

"Worry not, my lord." He says, patting the young Oakheart on the back. "Perhaps one day you might actually beat me."

"Ha," Denys chuckles. "If that day comes, I had better hope that my training has improved significantly."

After the boys catch their breath, they spot someone walking out into the yard. Princess Alyssa was wearing a set of leather armor, the type the boys used for training. Her bandages had recently been removed and, as expected, her nose was slightly crooked. That said, it seemed to be healing well. In her hand was her wooden sword.

"Good morrow, sister." Baelon said, waving to his sister. "How does your training go of late?"

"Quite well, actually." She replies, smiling. "In fact, I am very glad you are all here."

"Why is that?" Aemon asked.

Alyssa does not answer. She simply looks to one boy in particular, smiles, and points her sword at him.

Denys Oakheart rises from his seat and retrieves his wooden sword.

"The time has come, hasn't it, princess?" Denys asks in a serious tone.

Alyssa points to the center of the yard where she walks to.

"You two will want to stay on the sides and observe." Alyssa says to her brothers. "Perhaps you might even learn how to fight as opposed to...whatever it is you usually do with those swords. Whatever it is, I would hardly call it fighting."

Aemon and Baelon look at each other, both of their mouths agape. 

"Do you really wish to quarrel sister?" Aemon asks. 

Alyssa only smirks before commencing her duel with the young Oakheart.

The princess is the first to strike. She starts with an overhead strike to try and stagger him. Trying to stagger one's opponent is a strategy the princes have seen used by only one person.

Lady Jonquil Darke has been guarding their mother for years, Growing up, she has been a trusted confidant of hers and the king. At times, the children have even turned to her for guidance on certain matters. Every now and then, they would witness her training in the yard. They recall one time when she trained against Ser Lucamore. Her method of fighting was brutal yet efficient. Now, they see this style in their sister. This was all the confirmation they need as to who has been training her.

Denys has been working on his defensive skills as of late. His footwork, compared to the princes, seems to be far better. In The Reach, the knights are very well trained. Lord Oakheart seems to have big aspirations for his son and has hired fine instructors for him. 

The fight went on for a fair amount of time. Despite how skilled the young Oakheart was, his strategy of trying to outlast the princess was not going to work. Soon, he makes a mistake in his arm movements, giving the princess an opening. She knocks the wooden sword out of his hand and moves closer, positioning her sword as if to slit his throat.

"Yield, princess." Denys says without hesitation. 

Alyssa smirks as she returns Denys' sword to him.

"Well done, Princess." Denys says, out of breath. He seemed to be a gracious loser. "Perhaps you might be able to find a way to compete in tourneys."

"Perhaps, my lord." Alyssa says confidently. "But, I still have a ways to go." She says before looking back at her brothers and sees them talking to each other.

"What are you maidens gossiping about?" She asks, a jape which catches their attention. "You're next, Aemon." She says, pointing her sword at her eldest brother.

As Aemon joins his sister, he takes a ready position. Alyssa strikes first, trying to use the same strategy she used on Denys. Aemon has the advantage of size and strength and is able to block and parry his sister far more easily than her last opponent. Aemon lands near hammering strikes on his sister. While she is able to dodge a good amount of them, it is sadly not enough. At one point, Aemon manages to strike hard enough to nearly knock his sister to the ground. 

Realizing how close she is to defeat, Alyssa attempts to strike at her brother's mid-section. Seeing this, Aemon counters with a strike that knocks her out of the way. Alyssa attempts this again and Aemon grabs her wrist, twists it out of the way, and holds his sword to her throat.

"Alright, alright." Alyssa says begrudgingly. "I yield." 

Aemon lets her go and smiles at her.

"You are getting there, sister." He tells her.

"I should hope so." Alyssa responds before turning to her other brother. "You're next, Baelon."

Baelon steps into the yard where Aemon and Denys fought. Now, it was his turn to spar with his sister. He went into a ready position. This time, he landed the first strike. His strike came in the form of a jab to her mid-section. Alyssa, managed to dodge it before striking her brother's back. 

"Ow, fuck!" Baelon yelps after the hit lands. He retaliates and knocks Alyssa's sword out of her hands. With quick thinking, Alyssa rolls out of her brother's path and recovers her weapon. 

"Their energy does match one another." Aemon notes to Denys as they watch.

"Who do you think will come out on top, my prince?" Denys asks.

"With these two, it is hard to say." Aemon responds.

Baelon and Alyssa match each other blow-by-blow. Each time one strikes, the other seems to find almost the right counter and dodge at the right point. 

Soon, Baelon begins to notice Alyssa is getting exhausted. He decides that this is the right moment. He starts by twirling his sister's sword and disarming her, tossing her sword out of reach. Next, he jabs at the back of her foot, knocking her to the ground. Then, he points his sword at her. 

"Yield, brother." She pants, admitting defeat. 

Baelon extends his hand to help her up which his sister accepts. 

"Are you well?" Baelon asks, placing a comforting hand on her back. 

"Yes, I will be fine." Alyssa responds as she waves him off. 

Alyssa finds her sword and picks it up. She looks to Baelon and smiles. 

"Shall we go again?" She asks.

Baelon chuckles in disbelief.

"I have already defeated you and you are ready for another round?" Baelon asks.

"With you?" Alyssa asks. "Of course."

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66 AC

In one of the towers of the Red Keep, Princess Alyssa continues her training at arms. For nearly two years, the princess has been dedicated to perfecting her skills so she might one day be a match for her brothers. It would, in her eyes, also be a treat if she were a true match for their friends as well. When her mother confronted her about her initial liking of swordplay, Alyssa feared the worst. She feared her mother would bar her from the training yard and have her room searched for a wooden sword and have it confiscated. She feared that she would be lectured on focusing on activities far more fitting of a girl of her station. She need not have worried for her mother brought with her a far more pleasing proposition that she could have hoped for. She was even happier when her mother revealed who her mentor would be.

Lady Jonquil Darke served House Targaryen faithfully for the last fifteen years. She is well known as Queen Alysanne's sworn shield. The tale of her taking part in the War for the White Cloaks has always been one of Alyssa's favorites. Her monicers of The Serpent in Scarlet and The Scarlet Shadow were well earned, she believes. Not only this, Lady Jonquil has been around to see the young princes and princesses growing up and has seen quite a few of their antics. She swears that she nearly pissed herself from laughing so much when, one time, a young Prince Aemon, Prince Baelon, and Princess Alyssa stole a loose maester link and placed it on a newt and named him 'Maester Newt'. Now, Princess Alyssa has the honor of being taught how to properly use a sword by this woman. 

"High!" Lady Jonquil commands as she goes to strike the princess from the top. Alyssa blocks with her wooden sword, her hold pointing out to the right. 

"Low!" She calls, going to strike her right leg. Alyssa blocks with a diagonal guard position, almost mirroring her mentor's form.

"Center!" She calls next, going for her midsection. Alyssa then blocks with a tight guard to her left.

"High!" She goes for the head again and Alyssa blocks with the same form, this time, from the left.

"Center!" Alyssa uses an inverted right block to guard her side.

"Center!" Alyssa uses an inverted left block this time.

"High!" Alyssa sharply turns her shoulders and elbows to point her hilt out to the left to guard her head.

"Low!" Lady Jonquil catches the princess wrist, causing her to lose her sword and flinch in slight pain.

"Princess?" She asks, worried about her student.

"I am well." Alyssa says, shaking her wrist and holding it, panting from the long session. "Do not worry, my lady."

"You would know your wrist better than I." The Scarlet Shadow says. Lady Jonquil always had a certain air of assuredness to her. She maintained that air when she agreed to take the spirited young dragon under her wing. 

"Perhaps a moment of rest will help me do better." Alyssa says, placing a hand on her chest, catching her breathe. 

Jonquil feels the sweat on her brow. 

"Perhaps you may be right, princess." She says, going for the jug of water provided to them to pour their cups. 

Princess Alyssa has known Lady Jonquil since she was a child. Although they haven't been close, they enjoyed being around one another. Alyssa had met her Aunt Rhaena a few times throughout her life. While she loves her nieces and nephews, there was a certain air of tensity to the interactions between her mother and Rhaena. From what she learned growing up, Queen Rhaena went through a great deal of pain and, due to that pain, never came to King's Landing. With her absence, the princess began to look at Lady Jonquil as the closest thing to an aunt that she had in the capital. But, even then, she knew very little of the woman sworn to guard her mother. 

"My lady," The princess began. "I was wondering if I could speak to you about something." She spoke up as confidently as she could muster for she knew what she was about to ask.

"Of course, princess." Jonquil said, frankly. "I imagine you have many things on your mind. I hope I can provide any sort of aid."

Alyssa thinks of her words carefully as she always knew Lady Jonquil was a private woman.

"I have known you for years, my lady. You have guarded my mother faithfully and I am grateful that you have agreed to teach me. However, I have noticed that, while you know much of me, I know so little of you." Alyssa says this in as gentle a tone as she can muster. She was always known to be more brazen in her speech. She sits down on a stone ledge, surprisingly, she finds it comfortable. "I hope we could take the time to get to know each other properly."

Jonquil is surprised by the princesses request, especially in the manner of which she is requesting it. She has always known her to be more unafraid than many of her siblings. However, she finds the princess to be quite courteous with this subject.

The sworn shield of the queen goes to refill her cup.

"Very well, princess." She says as she gathers her thoughts. "You know of my father, yes?" She asks. 

"Yes, the Lord Normund Darklyn." The princess replies. "My mother told of your lord father. He was much despised by Lord Rogar Baratheon and how he surrendered to my parents. I am afraid I do not know too much of him as a man." 

"Yes, much of what you have been told is true." She says, exhaling through her nose. "Your parents might not wish to speak ill of my father out of their care for me."

"And you?" Alyssa asks.

"My lord father, as much as I loved him, had many faults to his name. He was keen to please as many as he could, even at the cost of his dignity. He had a good enough heart, yes. However, he did not have as strong a spine. He loved his lady wife, yes, but he was not strong enough to keep his eye, or his cock, from wondering."

"Your mother?" Alyssa asks, gently.

"A serving girl at Duskendale, princess." Jonquil answers. "Lady Jennelyn, thankfully, held no hate towards me. Nor did my half-brothers, Clarence or Dennis."

"Lord Clarence." Princess Alyssa remarks. "Duskandale's new lord."

"The one I speak of, yes. Clarence always was kind to me and, every time I managed to either survive or escape my sewing or singing lessons, I would watch him and Dennis spar." Jonquil says, smiling at the memory. "My lord father was always hesitant to have me truly named a Darklyn. As such, I knew my direction in life would be a challenge." Lady Jonqil says, her voice has a tinge of discomfort. "I knew I was different compared to other ladies at Duskandale, or from other surrounding houses for that matter. I was not one to wear dresses or sew and I had no singing voice. My father noticed this and he brought me to his chambers one night and he came up with an idea."

"Your training." The princess says, coming to this realization.

"It turned out to be the best gift he could have given me. I took to it more than either he or I expected. Even the master at arms of Duskendale was surprised at my progress. I sparred with him, some of the squires, even my half-brothers." Jonquil begins smiling as she recalls the memory.

"They must have hated getting beaten by a girl." Alyssa chuckles.

"I may have embarrassed them on more than one occasion." Jonquil remarks, causing both ladies to laugh. 

"Do you and your brothers still speak?" Alyssa asks. 

"I write whenever I am able to." She answers as her smiles shrinks. "Though, I admit, seeing them again would be a delight."

"Have you spoken to my mother of this?" Alyssa asks. "I am sure she would not be against granting you passage to your home."

Jonquil smiles as she looks to the princess. "You are terribly kind, princess. I'd say more kind than you let your family see. But, I have come to realize that my place is here, serving House Targaryen."

"Perhaps they could be invited." Alyssa continues. 

Lady Jonquil looks to her student out of her peripherals and chuckles. 

"I believe we have trained enough for the day, princess. Go now, I will see you again for supper." Jonquil says, dismissing her student.

Alyssa walks out of the tower both pleased to have gotten to know her teacher a little more and slightly puzzled. Lady Jonquil seemed to speak with a tinge of tensity when it came to seeing her brothers again. The princess knew not why. She hopes she did not insult her teacher in some form.

However, now that she was released from her lessons, she was determined to seek out her favorite method of enjoying the day. She knew not what Baelon, or Aemon for that matter, had planned for the day and planned to seek either of them out. 

After roaming the halls of the Red Keep for a time, she comes across someone who may provide some inside as to where either or both of her brothers may be. Loras Lynderly has been a close friend to Aemon and Baelon. In terms of his nature, Alyssa would say he is as reserved, if not slightly more, than Aemon. He even looks like him in a certain light. Though, there are those who would say Alyssa and Loras resemble one another. But, Alyssa would disagree. His face is not as long as hers, his hair is a lighter shade of blonde and his eyes are a darker green than hers. 

"Loras." Alyssa calls out to the young heir to the Snakewood.

"Oh, princess." Loras says, bowing to her. He clothing bears the green and black colors of his house, as well as the variety of snakes their sigil shows proudly.

"I hope I am not finding you at a poor time, but, I seem to have misplaced my brothers." She says, her hands folded behind her back. "You would not know where I could take my search for them, would you?" She asks. 

Loras thinks for a moment. "If I recall correctly, I did notice him skulking close to the gardens. Although, why he was doing it, I cannot be certain." He says with a calm tone in his voice. 

Compared to the friends her brothers kept, Loras always seemed to be the more level-headed one. She could almost see why Lady Mina seems to go on about him so much. 

"Thank you for the direction, Loras." She says as she curtsies. Even after so many years, she still hates curtsying. "Will I be seeing you at supper tonight?"

"I expect that you will, princess." He says. "Though, I do hope to find the time to write to my family in The Vale."

"Then I will make you wait no longer." Alyssa says as she begins to walk off. "Best of luck on your missive."

Alyssa roams the castle, looking for her supposedly skulking brother. After a while, she hears a familiar set of footsteps. She turns a corner and spots them heading outside. 

"Baelon." She calls to him. 

Baelon turns and shushes her. Confused, Alyssa moves to join her brother.

"What are we doing?" She whispers.

"You'll see." Baelon replies with a hint of mischief in his voice. 

The siblings crouch to be a little more silent. Baelon takes her by the arm to hide behind a bush as they spot what Baelon has been searching for. Not too far away in the distance, Prince Aemon and the Aunt Jocelyn could be seen together. If Alyssa's eyes are correct, they seem happy together, laughing at whatever joke Aemon tried to tell. They seemed to be relatively close to each other for their age. 

Alyssa could feel herself losing some balance and tried to reposition herself. As she tries to regain her footing, she steps on a branch and the sound seems to have made it over to the prince and their aunt.

"Who goes there?" Aemon calls out.

Baelon can hide no longer as he rises from the bush, giggling.

"Terribly sorry, brother!" Baelon calls out as he laughs. "Didn't mean to interrupt your lovely stroll through the garden!"

"Jiōragon ojūdan!" (Get lost!) Aemon calls out to Baelon. Aemon sees more rustling in the bush. "Who else did you trick into joining you?"

Alyssa rises from the bush, barely able to hide her smile. "He made me do it, Aemon." She says, pointing to Baelon.

"That is a lie." Baelon says, feigning offense. 

"Will you both leave already?" Aemon asks, annoyed.

The siblings run off, laughing at their mischief. Off all her siblings, Alyssa is happiest around Baelon.

"Why do you take so much joy in torturing them?" Alyssa asks, half joking.

"Tis not torture, sweet sister. I prefer to call it observing my brother's happiness and finding out how to make it more fun for me." Baelon says, obviously proud of himself.

"Regardless, you should lighten up on them, at least a little bit." Alyssa says with an exhausted smile. "I for one think they look happy together."

"I was unaware that you had a mind for matchmaking, sister." Baelon remarks. "Last I recall, that was mother's area of expertise."

"I might have picked up an idea or two from her." Alyssa says. "I might even have one for you in mind."

"Oh?" Baelon says, amused.

"Yes." Alyssa says. "Although, I don't think it is possible for a man to marry his sword."

Baelon and Alyssa laugh as they walk back to their chambers.

The sun begins to set as the evening draws in. The cooks have been at work for some time as supper is called. One-by-one, each seat at the table is filled. The table is quite large to accommodate so many mouths. The small council, Lady Jonquil, the queen's ladies in waiting, the young friends of the princes, and, soon, each member of House Targaryen is seating in their usual seating arrangements. The center of the table is reserved for King Jaehaerys with Queen Alysanne to his right and Prince Aemon at his left. Princess Daella sits next to the queen as Prince Baelon is next to Prince Aemon. From the left of Prince Baelon is Princess Alyssa, Princess Maegelle, and Prince Vaegon at the end of the table.

The Kingsguard are spread throughout the dining hall in their predetermined points. They would have their meals either before or after the royal family ate. Ser Gyles Morrigen is standing closest to the king. It has become common for Princess Maegelle to offer any of the Kingsguard her food, noting how they must be exhausted from having to stand around for so long. They politely decline as they note their dining schedule. 

"I trust my sweetlings had pleasant days." Queen Alysanne asks her children.

"Some of us more than others." Baelon says, smirking at Aemon.

"One day, Baelon, your eye will be black." Aemon says, attempting to threaten his brother.

"Aemon." Jaehaerys says, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "You would be wise to not feed your brother's mischief."

"He started it, though." Aemon says, almost pleading.

"And you must rise above it." The king says, advising his son.

The people at the table dine on an assortment of pork, breads, and vegetables from the kitchens. They wash down their meals with either water or honeyed wine. Everyone finds something to talk about throughout their meal as the dining hall is filled with enjoyment. 

After a time, King Jaehaerys rises to his feet. As he does, the room falls to a silence. 

"You have no doubt heard rumors of another royal progress in these last few months." The king says, looking around the room. "Well, I am pleased to inform that those rumors are true. As of today, preparations have been finalized."

"It has been so long, father." Baelon says, smiling. 

"Finally, my first progress." Alyssa says. 

"Not just yours." Maegelle says, gesturing to herself, Vaegon, and Daella. 

"Well, where will we be going, father?" Vaegon asks, not interested in waiting. 

It is Queen Alysanne's turn to rise. "The words of my ladies, and discussions with your lord father, have convinced us both that our progress will take us to The Stormlands." She says, smiling warmly. Her voice is filled with an equal amount of warmth and excitement.

Excited gasps overtake the atmosphere. The Baratheon girls cheer upon hearing the news. 

"Will we be visiting Storm's End?" Brienne asks.

"Yes," Alysanne answers. "but not right away. We will have plenty of locations to visit beforehand."

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66 AC

It has been announced by His Grace that House Targaryen is going on another royal progress. This time, they will journey through The Stormlands. In the months following the announcement, preparations were being carefully made to where they would visit and for how long.

King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne felt it was long past time to journey to their lands to break bread with the stormlords and reaffirm relations with them. The princes and princesses were each thrilled to a different degree with this news. The Baratheon girls were even more excited to return to their native soil. It was agreed that the small council should remain in King's Landing and only a small number of the Kingsguard would accompany them. It was decided that Ser Ryam Redwyne, Ser Lucamore Strong and, fittingly, Ser Gyles Morrigen would join the progress to ensure the protection of the royal family. Sadly, much to the dismay of Aemon and Baelon, the rest of their companions would have to remain in King's landing. 

In time, travel arrangements were all agreed upon. King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne would travel on dragonback; Princes Aemon and Baelon and Princess Alyssa would travel on horseback; Princess Maegelle, Prince Vaegon, and Princess Daella would travel in a wheelhouse their septas and the queen's ladies in waiting. The Targaryens have agreed to stay no more then 1 week or a week and a half at each destination. Some of the neighboring lords and ladies would likely visit the destination as well. According to Grand Maester Elysar's calculations, the new year was due to start during the progress, this being cause for House Targaryen to stay longer than a week.

Each of the children was excited for the trip for different reasons. Aemon and Baelon were happy to see their third kingdom in Westeros. They had only been on one other progress, when they were much younger and they joined their parents through The Reach. It was during this trip that they met four of their dear companions. Alyssa, on the other hand, is far more eager to begin this journey. She has waited years for her first progress. 

"I can't wait to visit Storm's End." She told Baelon one time after their septas had let them out of their lessons. "Jocelyn, Brienne, and Arianne have been talking about it as if it is the strongest castle in the Seven Kingdoms."

"You've heard the stories about it. Have you not?" Baelon inquires. 

"I recall Septa Mira teaching me about it." Alyssa recalls. "I admit that I rather enjoyed that history lesson. A castle that can withstand the sea god and the wind goddess. I hope it is as mighty as the Baratheons say it is."

"Only one way to find out." Baelon says, smiling to Alyssa, to which she chuckles in excitement.

As the start of the progress drew closer, Queen Alysanne found time to speak with Ser Gyles Morrigen about the security of the royal family. 

"In addition to the three members of the Kingsguard, His Grace agreed that around 30 of the household knights will accompany us to ensure your safety." Ser Gyles explained. 

"Excellent." Her Grace said, pleasingly. "I hope, during this progress, no trouble befalls us."

"There should be no issue, Your Grace." Ser Gyles responds.

Queen Alysanne stops walking, prompting the Lord Commander to stop as well. The two are in the halls of the White Sword Tower, the quarters of the Kingsguard. 

"Your Grace?" The Lord Commander asks, looking concerned. 

"It has occurred to me that this will be your first time returning to your home kingdom in quite a long time, Ser." The Good Queen points out. 

The white cloak pauses when she says this. Hailing from House Morrigen of Crow's Nest, Ser Gyles is one of the prominent faces representing his kingdom in King's Landing, and serving as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard no less. He took his vows while his brother, Lord Lomas Morrigen, ruled their family seat. It had been sometime since they two have even written to one another. 

"No one would blame you for any anxiety you would be feeling towards this journey." Alysanne said, in a compassionate tone.

"No anxieties, Your Grace." The Lord Commander said before revealing a slight smile. "I admit that I am looking forward to setting foot on my native soil. I can only hope that the gods will be merciful enough to let me have a reunion with my family, at least, just this once in my life." 

Alysanne offers a sympathetic smile. 

"For what you gave up to serve House Targaryen, I am sure they will find a way to reward you." She says. "As a matter of fact, Lord Boremund did inform His Grace and I that many neighboring houses would be in attendance for our arrival at Storm's End."

Ser Gyles turns his head to the queen with a look of surprise. 

"Is this true?" He asks.

"Quite." Her Grace replies. "He did not offer specifics on which houses would be present. But, Crow's Nest is not terribly far from Storm's End. If you would like, I could send a raven to Lord Boremund, asking for a list of which houses would be present."

"No need for that, Your grace." Ser Gyles says, managing to control any sense of excitement. "I would not wish for you to bother him on my behalf."

"If you insist." Alysanne says, understandingly.

Two weeks have passed and the day has finally arrived. King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne bid their court and small council farewell. While they were away, Septon Barth would oversee matters in the castle, acting on the king's behalf. 

The children bid farewell to their friends. 

"Try not to bring home any new companions without letting us know." Elys Arryn joked. 

"As long as you are good to your sister." Prince Aemon joked in return. 

Lady Amanda Arryn was born in 63 AC. While the birth was not as difficult as Elys' own, Lady Arryn still found it to be a bit of a challenge. She was happy nonetheless. 

A nicely sized wheelhouse was made to accommodate the number of passengers. It would house the youngest of the royal children with their septas. The Baratheon girls as well as Queen Alysanne's additional ladies in waiting would also travel in the wheelhouse. A seat was offered to Lady Jonquil, but she preferred to ride on horseback. 

Prince Aemon, Prince Baelon, and Princess Alyssa saddled their own horses. Each child had little issue mounting them. 

Once the children were saddled, they looked to the distance of King's Landing. Their eyes met the Dragonpit. After a moment, they heard two distinctive roars. The first to exit was the majestic SIlverwing. Alyssa recalls her being the first dragon she got to ride on. She loves any chance she gets to ride with her mother. The next was the ferocious and much larger Vermithor. Almost each child has their own memories of their first encounter with their father's dragon. They especially recall when they got to fly on the beast's back. Even Maegelle, who has not yet expressed interest in claiming a mount of her own, marvels at the sight of the beast that gave her one of her fondest memories. 

With the sight of their parents in the sky, the time had come to begin moving. They would begin by travelling through the Kingswood. Travel should take 5-7 days according to Grand Maester Elysar. Once this portion of traveling is done, House Targaryen will arrive at the first destination of the progress, House Kellington of the Wendwater. 

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66 AC

House Targaryen began their travels in the Kingswood. According to Elysar, the weather would be fare throughout the journey and should take them no longer than five days. During this time, they camped in the woods and Jaehaerys took advantage of their time in the woods to help his sons hone their hunting skills. After some convincing from his children, and Alysanne, His Grace agreed to allow Alyssa to join as well. Archery was another form of combat she had longed to become much more capable in. Of the elder sons, Aemon proved to have better control of his bow and his breathing. Baelon, though a decent shot himself, could do with a bit more training himself. 

"Like this?" Alyssa asked as she took him before releasing her arrow at a nearby tree. Her angle was off and the arrow went far to the right. 

"Not exactly, sister." Baelon said, walking over to Alyssa. "Here, allow me."

He places his hands onto her arms and shoulders to help correct her positioning. 

"Remember," He says. "your elbows must be high as you draw it back. Your wrists, straight. Keep a good eye on your target. Relax your breathing. And then...release."

As he says this, he watches as his sister releases her hold on the bowstring. The arrow fires quickly as his eyes follow it into the tree trunk. 

"Your skills with weaponry continue to impress me." Jaehaerys says from not too far away. "And you, lad, you make a good teacher for your sister."

"I'll be the best hunter in our family in no time." Alyssa says, boldly. 

After a few hours in the woods, night begins to fall. The king returns with some of his knights and his children with their haul. It wasn't too much, just enough for their trip. The meat could, hopefully, provide use to House Kellington. The haul consists mainly of bird meat. To their credit, they managed to kill 5 pheasants, 3 quails, and 3 ducks. Aemon managed to land 4 kills, Baelon stands at 4 as well. Alyssa, with this being her first hunt, managed to get 2.

The royal family, the queen's ladies in waiting, the kingsguard and the household knights all sit together in the woods, enjoying their supper. Food was packed before the progress began, but having an additional supply could not hurt. 

"Before we left," Alysanne said to her husband. "I wrote to Rhaena letting her know of our tour of The Stormlands."

"Dare I guess her reply?" The king asks, raising an eyebrow as he knew her sister well enough.

"She wished us well on our journey." Alysanne said. Though, they were the words of their sister, the king and queen knew there was a slight bitterness to them. The children of the king and queen got to meet their Aunt Rhaena at different points in their lives. Even before meeting her, the children of grew up hearing of her. More importantly, they heard what has happened to her and her children and her parents, King Aenys and Queen Alyssa. Sometimes, the children found the stories hard to listen to. None had a more troubling time of it than Jocelyn Baratheon. As the one whose birth led to the death of Queen Alyssa Velaryon, she felt somewhat guilty for her death. She would never mention her guilt aloud. But, at the same time, she felt grateful for the king and queen allowing her into their family. Though, she was worried she could not say the same about the Queen in the East and West. 

"Perhaps," The Good Queen began to say. "perhaps we could visit her one day."

"At Harrenhal?" Jaehaerys asks. "Do you really think she would welcome us there?"

"Are you speaking of a visit to The Riverlands already?" Baelon asks, jokingly. "We haven't begun this progress and you're planning another one?"

This remark causes the king and queen to chuckle, amused by their son's wit. 

"Return to your supper, Baelon." Alysanne instructs. "We are nearly at The Wendwater and I want all of you to have your strength when we arrive."

After another day of travel, the party of House Targaryen arrives at the banks of The Wendwater River. While a narrow body of water, it still makes for a marvelous sight. The river separates The Stormlands from The Crownlands and if one were to ride for about a day, they would reach House Wendwater, a resident of The Crownlands. However, the Targaryens have notified the Wendwaters of their intentions to cross into The Stormlands and, should something happen along their journey, they would be the closest family to come to their aid. 

After crossing the bridge over the river, with the king and queen flying overhead, they arrive at The Wendwater Castle. The keep is constructed out of a dark shade of sandstone. The castle has three towers to support it. The tallest being a watchtower, overlooking the river and the surrounding lands and the town. The second and third towers are for residential purposes, with the larger one housing the members of House Kellington and the smaller tower for guests.

Upon entering the gates, the Targaryens received a large welcome. Servants, maids, knights, smiths, commonfolk alike were all in attendance to welcome them to their home. The wheelhouse came to a stop, the horses stopped galloping, and the dragons landed so the royal family could greet the onlookers. Upon dismounting, their hosts came to greet them properly.

"Welcome, Your Grace." said Lord Jonah Kellington. Lord Jonah was a man 2 years the king's senior. He possessed black hair and blue eyes. He spoke with a rugged, albeit welcoming, tone. 

"We are most glad to have you within our walls." said lady Eilene Kellington. The Lady of House Kellington stands a foot shorter than her husband and 6 years younger than her husband. Despite the difference in age, it is said that she and Lord Jonah are quite happy together. Funny enough, Lady Eilene originally came from House Wendwater. 

The Lord and Lady are joined by their 3 children. Their eldest, Hoster Kellington, is the heir to his seat and at one-and-ten, is the same age and height as Prince Aemon. In terms of his looks, he shares his mother's light brown hair and green eyes. The second son, Beren Kellington, is 1 year older than Princess Maegelle at 5 years of age. 

"What a lovely family you have." Queen Alysanne says in her natural kind tone. "Though, I understand you have one more child."

"Yes, Your Grace, little Dyanna." Lady Eilene says, beaming at the mention of her daughter of 6 months. "Forgive her absence for she was recently put to bed. I Trust you will have the chance to meet her soon." 

"No need to apologize, I understand fully well, my lady." The queen says, knowing quite well of the early months of a child's life. 

Each member of House Kellington wears colors resembling their sigil. Their tunics bare differing patterns of black and gold. Lady Eilene also wears a lovely black and gold dress. Her dress seems to resemble the ones worn by the Baratheon ladies. While lady Eilene wears predominantly black with hints of gold, the Baratheon ladies wear dresses with seemingly equal amounts of their house colors.

With introductions having been made, the Targaryens are settled into the castle as their week-long stay begins.

The Targaryens are given the tour of the castle and each of them finds something to enjoy about it. Aemon and Vaegon find enjoyment in the library, Vaegon seemed to have spent most of his time in there. Aemon, Baelon, and Alyssa made great use of the training yard. Hoster Kellington proved to be a strong opponent for the princes. Alyssa, of course, had chances to spar against the heir to The Wendwater. The young Kellington proved to be a stronger opponent for the princess than she expected and was unable to best him. 

Hoster Kellington possesses the usual traits of his house; black hair, blue eyes that were a light shade than his father's, and fair complexion. His nature seems to resemble that of Prince Aemon in that he is both studious with his texts and a strong combatant in the training yard. 

"Well done, my lord." Prince Baelon said after a particularly long sparring session in the yard. "You'll likely be fighting in tourneys soon enough."

Hoster, red and sweaty from their sparring, turn to his opponent and smiled. 

"With luck, I'll be facing you in some of those tourneys, my prince." Hoster said, chuckling. 

"I look forward to the day." Baelon responds, reciprocating his smile. "Until that day, I suggest we take a moment to rest."

"Agreed. Perhaps I will call for some water and fruit." Hoster says. "As I recall, we did receive a recent harvest of peaches from The Reach."

"I haven't had a good peach in quite some time." Arianne Baratheon says from the sidelines. The sparring was watched by the Baratheon girls, Prince Aemon, Princess Alyssa, Princess Maegelle, and Beren Kellington. 

As the children sit and enjoy their refreshments, they discussed their plans for the remainder of their stay. 

"I have been enjoying the sept your family keeps." Princess Maegelle says. It is true that, when she isn't with her siblings or her mother, she is most often seen in the Sept of the Wendwater. 

"I doubt it is much compared to the one in King's Landing, princess." Beren Kellington says. Compared to his brother, Beren kellington seemed to take more after his mother. While he did possess the dark blue Kellington eyes, he seemed to take his mother's red hair and freckled complexion.

"I disagree. I believe each sept has its own charm." The princess says. "I spoke to Septa Dacey and my mother last night and, before we leave, I am going to pick out some of the dresses and jewelry I have packed and find ones to donate to the smallfolk." 

This revelation stuns the group. While The Targaryens knew their sister was not as materialistic as most would believe, it is still a surprise to hear that she would express interest in giving it away instead of passing it to Daella. 

"Are you sure, sister?" Alyssa asks. "None of us would stop you, I wish you to know that. However, I just want to make sure that you are certain on this instead of giving it to our sister, Daella."

"I am absolutely certain, Alyssa." Maegelle says, definitively. "The Mother teaches us to be kind to those who cannot help themselves and I mean to follow her teachings."

Maegelle is often know to read from The Seven-Pointed Star every night before bed. Alyssa, who has shared a room with her sister, knows this fully well. While she has never chastised her sister for her faith, she will admit to finding trouble sleeping over it to the point where she has sought out Baelon's room instead.

"I think that is a lovely thing to do, princess." Jocelyn says, smiling. "Perhaps we all ought to find belongings of ours to donate as well."

"I suppose we could find something to give." Hoster says. "Has Her Grace stated when these donations would be given to the smallfolk?"

"Yes, my lord." Maegelle says. "At her upcoming women's court. She plans to relay this information to the rest of the household."

"One can only hope Vaegon will be open to this." Baelon says, bringing a chuckle from Alyssa. 

"He's not that sour, is he?" Beren asks, curious, especially since Vaegon has been scarcely seen since arriving into their castle. 

"You haven't been around him long enough, my lord." Aemon says. "We love our brother, but he is not the most sociable of us." 

"When he does decide to speak to anyone, it is usually with a grain of irritation or his own brand of scathing remarks." Alynna comments.

"I dread to think what someone would dare say to you, Lady Alynne." Hoster says, drawing a smirk and a slight blush from the Baratheon lady. Hoster was 11 to Alynne's 12, as was pointed out by Lady Eilene. Throughout their stay, Lady Alynne seemed to enjoy being in the company of the young lord. Lady Jocelyn and Lady Brienne especially took notice of this as she had shown little interest in the boys that are usually seen in King's Landing.

Towards the end of their stay, the time had come for Queen Alysanne's women's court. With this, as was announced 2 days prior, the court would be accompanied with donations from the royal family and their retinue, House Kellington, as well as any in their household who would be willing to part with anything.

Queen Alysanne was joined by her ladies in waiting, Eilene Kellington, Jonquil Darke, and even the princesses Alyssa, Maegelle, and Daella. While Alyssa and Maegelle were comfortable in chairs flanking their mother, Princess Daella seemed to prefer remaining in her mother's chair. While a sweet girl, The princess had only spoken her first word 3 months prior to the beginning of the progress and, even then, she was painfully shy. 

"She is young." His Grace had once said to his wife. "She will grow out of it. I am sure."

Throughout the event, Her Grace listened to the plights of the women of the village and the maids in the castle. She heard from septas and fisherwomen. She heard from farmer's wives and an innkeeper or two. It mattered not what their station was, her court welcomed women of all walks of life. She listened when they just wanted to be heard and aided when help was truly needed (whether an issue was great or small mattered not to Her Grace). 

Once the court neared it's end, The Good Queen unveiled the donations that would be given out that day and encouraged the women present to take what they needed. She prayed that they would find use for any and all that was available. 

Her Grace smiled at how her daughter's idea brought additional aid to all these people. She resolved to do the same at each destination throughout their progress and, that very evening, she sent ravens to each house they were to visit, letting them know of this idea.

"Words cannot convey how proud I am of you, my dear." Her Grace said, tucking Maegelle in for the evening.

"I take no credit for it, mother." Maegelle responded, smiling. "I was merely heeding the words of The Mother Above. It is she who deserves credit."

"Well, she is most proud of you for putting her words into action, Maegelle. I have already written to the houses we are to visit next in the hopes that they too will heed The Mother's words." Alysanne says, kissing her daughter goodnight. 

"Haystack Hall is next, correct?" Maegelle asks as her mother blows out the candles.

"Yes, my love." Alysanne coos. "We will journey to House Errol on the morrow. Rest up, now. You will need it for when our journey begins."

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66 AC

After departing The Wendwater, the Targaryens begin the 3 day journey to Haystack Hall. Growing up, the princes and princesses heard the story of how Queen Rhaenys and Orys Baratheon fought to bring The Stormlands to heel. House Errol was 1 of 3 houses they are to visit during their progress that took part in the battle during this portion of Aegon's Conquest. The battle that took place all lead up to what history has dubbed The Last Storm. 

"Such ferocity took place in these woods." Brienne Baratheon said as she looked to their surroundings. 

"Once we set up camp, perhaps we should pray for those who gave their lives here all those years ago." Maegelle said, here eyes filled with awe at the woods. While the vegetation has grown back quite well, one could still feel the weight of the events that took place. One could feel how Orys Baratheon led the Targaryen forces through The Stormlands and how Rhaenys Targaryen, on the back of Meraxes, came down on their foes, setting their bodies and the forest alight. 

"Prayers will do nothing to make light of what has taken place." Vaegon said in his usual sour tone. 

"Be kind to your sister, my prince." Septa Lyra, one of Queen Alysanne's advisors, chastised. "A prayer for the dead would be a nice idea, princess. Tonight, after supper, we shall all pray to the gods for the dead to rest easily." She said, looking to Maegelle.

As they continue to ride, the roars of Vermithor and Silverwing could be heard overhead. Princess Daella, the shy little thing she is, shuffled in her seat to get closer to her sister.

"Fear not, Daella." Maegelle said, gently stroking the child's hair. "The dragons are the symbol of our house. They are not for us to fear."

After her mother, Maegelle seemed to be the one Daella is most comfortable around. 

After riding and flying for another hour, all had stopped moving to set up camp in a suitable location. After taking an additional 3 hours to set up camp, the supper started being prepared. 

"That was a most lovely visit." Brienne Baratheon said.

"Indeed it was." Lady Jocelyn said as she smirked. "Though, some of us enjoyed it more than others." 

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about." Alynne said, blushing.

"Oh come one." Alyssa said, finishing her drink. "We all saw you around Hoster."

"We were just getting to know one another, that is all." Arianne insists, her cheeks getting more red.

"Cease your teasing." Mara Manderly, one of Queen Alysanne's ladies in waiting, says. "There is nothing wrong with Lady Arianne getting to know the heir to House Kellington."

"He seemed kind, as well as a fine opponent in the yard." Baelon chimes in. 

"I recall you and Aemon tiring each other out that much quite a few times." Alyssa says, gesturing to her older brothers.

"I recall you and I doing that as well, Alyssa." Baelon says. If any Targaryen could be a match for Baelon, other than his older brother, it would always be Alyssa. 

"Hmm." Alyssa chuckles. "Fortunately, I have quite the teacher." She says as she looks over to Lady Jonquil.

"You are too kind, princess." The Scarlet Shadow says, smiling at her pupil. "I only wish we found the time to train at The Wendwater. Perhaps we can make up for that at Haystack Hall."

"I very much look forward to it." Alyssa says, excited. "I hope members of House Errol are also up for a good challenge."

"Are you saying you're a challenge, sister?" Baelon asks, jokingly.

"Why not? I am a challenge enough for you and the Fossoway twins." Alyssa says, recalling the time she managed to disarm both Stannis and Edmure in the training yard. In Edmure's case, she managed to grab hold of his training sword and cross both blades at his throat, making him yield. "I am just as much a warrior as you and Aemon." She boasted.

"Hmm." Jocelyn hums. "And were you still a warrior as you held little Dyanna Kellington?" She teases.

Alyssa only chuckles. "Jest all you wish, I take no shame in admitting how adorable the babe was."

"There is no shame in saying such a thing." Queen Alysanne says, as she walks over to the children. "Come now, supper is nearly ready."

As the Targaryens, Baratheons, ladies in waiting, septas, kingsguard, and household knights gather around to begin their feast, Princess Maegelle stands up and looks to all of them.

"Before we begin," the princess says. "I would like us to take a moment to remember where we are, the history these woods contain, and all the lives that were lost here. I ask us to pray for the souls that were lost in these woods during the Conquest."

"Of course, Maegelle." His Grace responded softly. "We have been traveling these woods and yet we haven't taken a moment to truly feel the weight of what came before us."

As the Targaryen party lowers their heads, Septa Lyra leads them in prayer.

We pray to The Father to fairly judge the souls of the stormlanders who gave their lives defending their lands and families.

We pray to The Mother to welcome them with open arms and to protect their descendants.

We pray to The Warrior to grant those brave soldiers the rest they deserve.

We pray to The Stranger to guide each fallen soul into the seven heavens, let them rejoice in the reward they have received after their lives in this world, and the work they have done, has come to an end.

As the followers of The Seven prayer to their gods, Lady Alarra Stark says a prayer to the old gods. The king and queen have always permitted the northern lady to continue the faith her family practiced for thousands of years.

As they conclude their prayers, the begin their feast. Their meal consists of a fresh supply of boar meat and vegetables that House Kellington graciously gave them before their departure. 

"That prayer was a lovely idea, Maegelle." Alysanne says, gently holding her daughter's hand. 

The princess smiles up at her mother. 

"I only thought of it earlier this day. It only seemed right to honor those who came before us, especially in such tumultuous times." The princess says.

"They were tumultuous indeed. So many houses fought against Aegon and his sisters." Jaehaerys says, looking to all of his children. "This is one of the primary reasons for making this progress, to make sure the loyalty of each kingdom is reaffirmed." 

"And, was House Kellington's reaffirmed?" Aemon asks.

"It most certainly was, my son." The king says, laying a hand on his son's shoulder. "You will find that one of the best methods of earning the trust and loyalty of your allies is to make the effort to meet with them."

"Let us hope House Errol will share that sentiment, husband." Alysanne says, smiling warmly to her husband.

"They will, my dear." Jaehaerys says, returning her smile. "I am sure of it."

After traveling for another 2 days, they arrive at their destination. They come across a castle much larger than that of the Kellington's. The structure is made of a white stone. The castle has 3 guard towers. The castle's sept could be found on the eastern side of the castle. The western chamber houses a dining hall and a sitting area. In addition to these, the servants' quarters could also be found.

The castle's also possesses a well beneath a mossy cave in the inner bailey. Remarkably, the water from this well is quite clean compared to the river.

The dungeons and armory seem to be housed next to each other. 

The main keep of Haystack Hall is much larger compared to that of The Wendwater. The main keep houses the families hay for their livestock, the food and stables all on the ground. Fortunately, the surrounding lands seem to provide ample riding terrain in the week to come.

Above this, The great hall of House Errol is found. The great hall of House Errol boasts five levels. This part of the castle contains the dining hall, sleeping quarters, maester's quarters, rookery, and seating areas.

The Targaryens receive a grand welcome. The small folk line the roads to cheer as the royal family greets their presence. They dismount their horses and land their dragons outside the main gates. 

Once they are granted passage, they are met with a robust man with dirty blonde hair, though less dirty than Alyssa's, and eyes as green as the leaves of the forest. 

"Your Grace," Lord Buford Errol, Lord of Haystack Hall says exuberantly. "It is a great honor to host you and your family within our walls."

The Errol family wears clothes bearing the orange and yellow colors of their banners. Compared to the black, gold and the occasional white or blue of House Kellington, their clothes were much brighter.

"The honor is ours, my lord." King Jaehaerys says, smiling at his host. "We only apologize for never having visited your castle."

"Your Grace has nothing to apologize for." Lady Hanna Errol says. While her eyes are also green, her hair is an almost auburn color. "That you have visited our kingdom at all is a true pleasure."

Behind the lord and lady of Haystack Hall are two young boys. Jasper Errol, Lord Buford's heir, is the same age as Baelon and is nearly an inch taller than him. He boasts the same traits as his father and, by the looks of him, would likely grow into a strong knight. His younger brother, Yandel Errol, is a year older than Princess Alyssa and Lady Hanna says he only recently began entering the training yards. 

"Just as eager for knighthood as his brother, this one is." Lord Buford says, ruffling his youngest son's hair, causing him to giggle.

"Allow your family to get settled into their quarters, Your Grace." Lord Buford said with enthusiasm. "Tonight, we feast to celebrate your arrival!" 

The feast later that evening is a lovely one. Compared to the first they had at The Wendwater, the meat at this one seems to have been cooked just a bit better. The boar they eat is almost as good as the way it is prepared in King's Landing. The meat is accompanied by a lovely bread and an assortment of vegetables and with plenty of beverages. 

Queen Alysanne and Lady Hanna discuss the upcoming women's court and Princess Maegelle's idea of the accompanying donation fair. Lady Hanna was excited when she first received the queen's raven, telling her of this idea. Since then, she had been telling all within the castle to gather what they could to give to the smallfolk. 

As the king and queen spoke with the heads of House Errol, the children could be found getting to know one another. Aemon and Baelon knew how to make friends quickly and Jasper and Yandel seemed to be no different. 

"Once our septas let us out of our lessons, we intend to take you riding." Jasper said, loud and full of excitement to show the Targaryens and Baratheons what their lands had to offer.

"We will speak with our parents after supper to see if they will allow it." Aemon said, a little more composed than their hosts.

"Oh, Aemon. I am sure they will. Besides, it would be rude to pass up the chance for a tour of their home." Alyssa said, clasping her brother's shoulder.

"Why, thank you, princess." Jasper said, nodding in respect.

"I will also see if I can leave my lessons with Lady Jonquil with enough time." Alyssa says.

Jasper and Yandel turn to her in surprise.

"What?" Alyssa asks in confusion.

"We have heard...rumors that you partook in swordplay, princess." Jasper says with hesitation in his voice.

"And?" Alyssa asks.

"It's just that we never expected them to be true." Yandel says, earning an elbow to the ribs from his brother.

At nearly 7 years of age, Princess Alyssa has achieved riding horseback and is already practicing swordplay, albeit with a different mentor from her brothers. To her knowledge, nobody in King's Landing has ever questioned her interest in the acts of her brothers.

"I hope this is not an issue, my lords." Baelon says, his tone has a hint of assertiveness to it.

"No issue, my prince. It's just...not something one sees or hears of often." Jasper says.

The first two days of the stay at Haystack Hall involve King Jaehaerys meeting with Lord Buford to discuss preexisting matters that both have been meaning to work out, one being plans for the road through the kingdom. Queen Alysanne goes with Lady Hanna to tour the castle and to prepare the upcoming women's court. Her ladies in waiting accompany her throughout these discussions.

When not meeting with their septas, or with their designated instructors in the training yard, the children join Jasper and Yandel for a ride through the surrounding forest. They show their guests fascinating features that have given them fun throughout their childhood. They even show them what they believe to be remnants of the Children of the Forest from before the Andals invaded. 

One afternoon, the time comes for the Targaryen children to resume their sword training. As usual, Prince Aemon meets with Ser Gyles Morrigen, Prince Baelon meets with Ser Ryam Redwyne, and Princess Alyssa meets with Lady Jonquil Darke.

While the master at arms in King's Landing is a good teacher, King Jaehaerys often likes to have his sons trained by additional instructors. There was no question that Prince Aemon would also be taught by Ser Gyles, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Aemon and Baelon saw the white cloaks as pinnacles of what knights should be and Ser Gyles was certainly no different. According to the Lord Commander, the heir to the Iron Throne was getting stronger with each lesson. 

"Your son will be winning tourneys and battles in no time!" He once boasted to the king.

For Prince Baelon, whenever Ser Ryam could not be available to train him, the duty would be left to either Ser Lucamore Strong or the commander of the City Watch, Ser Robert Redwyne. It would seem that Ser Ryam was available as Ser Lucamore had matters to attend to.

"Instructed by His Grace to meet with Haystack Hall's master at arms." Ser Lucamore had apparently said. 

Baelon and Ser Ryam seemed to work quite well together. He had been honing Baelon's fighting style. He was helping Baelon to rely on his speed more than his strength, like Aemon was doing with Ser Gyles. Of all the members of their father's Kingsguard, it seemed likely that Ser Ryam would one day succeed Ser Gyles as Lord Commander. Ser Lucamore was a brave knight, as was Ser Lorence Roxton and Ser Robin Shaw. However, it seemed that Ser Ryam had all the makings of what a true knight should be. Aemon and Baelon always grew up admiring the men guarding their parents, vowing to be as worthy of knighthood as they were.

While her brothers train with white cloaks, Princess Alyssa trains in one of the guard towers with Lady Jonquil Darke. They didn't have much chance to train while with House Kellington. They mean to make up for it as much as possible here. 

"My lady," Alyssa says not long after stopping to rest for a moment. "may I take a moment to ask you a, potentially, odd question."

"I doubt anything has stopped you from asking odd questions in the past, princess." Lady Jonquil says, after finishing a drink of water. "What is on your mind?"

"During the feast when we first arrived, I told Jasper and Yandel Errol of my training. They seemed, rather, surprised by this." Alyssa says. She knows it is uncommon for women to train at arms. To her knowledge, Lady Jonquil is the only other woman she has met who does carry a sword at her side. "How often have you dealt with people who seem to be unfamiliar with women such as us."

"Ah, that." Lady Jonquil says with familiarity. She sits in a nearby chair, setting down her cup. "Part of me always wondered when you would have to encounter that. I always assumed it would be later in life. But, I should have expected this to come during this progress." 

She brushes her black hair, dripping with sweat, out of her face.

"Truthfully, princess, I encountered it many times during my youth. The looks, the japes, plenty of them. I even received them more from my half-brother, Dennis, than I did from Clarence."

"Did it ever bother you?" The princess asks. 

"At times..."She pauses, thinking on all the times she was reprimanded or mocked for not acting the way a lady should. "Yes. But, I never let it stop me. Nor should you, princess. It is who we are." She says with a particular intensity as she looks to her student.

Alyssa smiles at her teacher, her purple and green eyes are shining. 

"I am glad I am not the only one." Alyssa says with pride.

"You should also be glad that your family and your friends are not so quick to mock you." Jonquil says. She walks over and places a gentle hand on Alyssa's right shoulder. "This world is not so kind to women, especially women like us." 

"The next time those Errol boys decide to say anything, I will face them in the training yard." Alyssa says brazenly.

"I would prefer if you did not, princess." Jonquil says, chuckling. "Think of what your parents would say."

"I have." Alyssa says with an air of mischief in her voice. 

"Of course you have." Jonquil says, causing both of them to laugh. "Are you ready to continue?" She asks.

Alyssa stands up and grabs her wooden sword.

"When you are, my lady." Alyssa says with determination.

"High!" Jonquil calls out.

As the days went on, Queen Alysanne's women's court and, by extension, the end of their stay in Haystack Hall drew closer. Aemon and Baelon seemed to be getting on with Jasper and Yandel Errol, despite the looks they give to their sister when she joins them in the training yard or when they see her in riding clothes. 

"Has your sister always been so...unique?" Jasper asked with a hint of distaste in his voice.

"Yes, our parents do not seem to mind so much. Though we do see our father worry for her at times, especially after her nose was broken." Aemon says, trying to keep the conversation as calm as he can.

"Oh, yes, we have heard of the incident with Denys Oakheart." Jasper responds. "Can't imagine how much that hurt."

"If you thought it hurt," Alyssa says, walking up behind them. "Imagine how challenging it was to breathe or talk."

"Terribly sorry, princess." Jasper says as he and Yandel stand and bow to the princess. 

"No need for apologies, I recovered quite well and resumed my training in no time. As a matter of fact, I faced Denys in the training yard and I managed to beat him." Alyssa says, happily recalling the memory.

The Errol boys' eyes widen as they listen to the princess go into detail about how she defeated the heir to Old Oak. Aemon then joins in and adds about how he ended up beating her to which Baelon also joins and adds the three rounds he sparred with Alyssa. 

"We would have gone longer had father not called for us to prepare for the sept." Baelon says as he smiles.

The Errol boys are in awe of how close the three siblings are and of how much they encourage their younger sister.

"These two can't stop encouraging each other." Aemon says, shaking his head with an amused look. "It is a bad habit of theirs."

"It seems this is not the only habit of hers you encourage." Yandel says without thinking.

Baelon is the first to look over at the boys.

"Meaning?" Baelon asks, sharply.

The Errol boys are suddenly quiet, looking down as the ground.

"If you have something to say, state it plainly." Baelon says, growing frustrated.

Aemon tries to put a hand on his brother's shoulder to calm him, but Baelon shrugs it off. 

"Well, forgive us, but we find it truly odd for a girl, especially a princess, to take part in many of the activities you do." Jasper says, trying to sound as harmless as possible.

"Would she not do well to remain in her sewing or singing lessons as most girls do?" Yandel asks.

"You'd do well to be careful with how you talk to our sister." Baelon says, growing tired of the way they speak of Alyssa.

"You also allow her to wear riding leather and she rides full saddle. Only boys are allowed to do that." Yandel adds without trying to sound as gentle as his brother.

Baelon prepares to get up, but Alyssa holds out her hand to stop her brother.

"It's alright, Baelon." Alyssa says as she begins to get up. "Not everyone as as accustomed to women of my nature. But, I think I have an idea as to why they seem so against it."

"And why is that, princess?" Jasper asks.

Alyssa gives them a daring look.

"It is because you are scared to be beaten by one."

Alyssa's comment takes all by surprise. 

"I beg your pardon, princess?" Jasper asks with an amused smile.

"You heard me." Alyssa says as she picks up Baelon's wooden sword. She begins to walk over to the yard where the boys were all training. "If you are not craven, prove it."

Jasper looks at Yandel, equally amused. Aemon and Baelon share looks as if they are speaking to each other silently. 

We have to put a stop to this. Aemon is likely saying.

Alyssa will likely beat us both if we try to step in. Baelon is also likely saying.

Jasper is the first to pick up his sword. He is 3 years older than the princess and considerably taller than her. Still, Alyssa shows no fear towards her opponent, as is to be expected of her. 

"Have it your way, princess." Jasper says as they take their ready positions.

The hour grows late as supper has concluded not long ago. King Jaehaerys has resumed talking to Lord Errol about his desire for the road going through the rest of the stormlands. Baelon has gone to check in on Alyssa and will likely be spending the remainder of the evening with her, knowing she would not leave him be. Vaegon has likely gone back to the library, the gods only know how much time he has spent in there. He has been reading much more than Aemon used to at his age. 

Aemon stands at an opening of the castle, looking into the forest, taking in the night air. He chuckles at the events that took place hours prior, still amazed at how his sister challenged the heir to Haystack Hall and his brother to single combat at only 6 years old.

"There you are." Aemon hears a voice call to him. He smiles as he turns to see where and who it came from. 

Queen Alysanne, joined by Jocelyn Baratheon, walk toward him.

"We had thought we lost you after supper." Alysanne says, relieved to have found her son.

"I only meant to come here for some air, mother. I hope I didn't worry you too much." Aemon says.

"No, no worries at all, my love." She says, kissing the crest of her son's head. Jocelyn smiles at the sight.

"We heard your sister put on quite the spectacle earlier." Jocelyn says with amusement.

"Ah, yes, she certainly did." Aemon says. "It seemed that she didn't take to Jasper and Yandel's comments on her love of swordplay and she thought to teach them a lesson in what she has learned."

"Gods be good." Jocelyn says, shaking her head and chuckling.

"Yes, well, that is to be expected of her at this point." Aemon says. 

"My cousins and I were with Her Grace, planning her women's court, else we would have been there to see it." Jocelyn says.

"My apologies for robbing you of the chance to see my daughter in a fight." Alysanne says with sarcasm.

"Yes, you should be." Jocelyn says, earning a smile and chuckle from her royal sister.

"I almost dare not ask, but, how did it turn out?" Alysanne asks with mild curiosity.

"Alyssa did hold her own for some time against Jasper before he managed to disarm her and land her on her back." Aemon said as he went into detail about Alyssa made use of Lady Jonquil's teachings against the heir to House Errol. Despite her defeat, Jasper seemed rather impressed with her will and ability with her sword. "The same, however, could not be said for Yandel as it did not take long for him to be beaten."

"Well," Alysanne says, amazed with what her son is telling her. "it would seem I have picked a good teacher for your sister." 

"From what she says," Jocelyn adds. "She and Lady Jonquil do get on rather well."

"It pleases me to see my girl thriving." Alysanne says, proud of how far her daughter is coming along.

"Speaking of the girls in our family," Aemon says. "I did not see much of Maegelle and Daella this evening."

"I thought to put Daella to bed early." Alysanne replies. "Maegelle volunteered to take up that task and to read to her."

"Did Maegelle give input on the women's court as well?" Aemon asks.

"She only took part in making sure the donations were arranged." Alysanne says with a warm smile. "Despite what your sister says, I am proud of Maegelle for coming up with that idea. Relations with the smallfolk of the stormlands are likely going to be well maintained after this."

"Do you expect the other lords and ladies on this tour will agree to such a thing?" Aemon asks. He and his siblings agreed to take part in these donations and have agreed to give what they could away at each castle. 

"I have heard back from the next three castles that they have agreed to take part in the donations." Alysanne says as she tells Aemon the responses each lord and lady gave.

Aemon turns to Jocelyn.

"Do you believe your brother, the Lord Boremund, would agree to take part, my lady?" Aemon asks. 

"I do not see why he would not agree." Jocelyn replied, smiling and slightly blushing as Aemon looks at her. 

Queen Alysanne carefully watches her son and her half-sister. She has noticed how close they have become over the past few years. 

"I believe it is time to take my leave. You both should get ready for bed, the court draws near and, soon, we will be preparing for our journey to Bronzegate." Alysanne says. 

"Of course, mother." Aemon says. "I wish you and Jocelyn a good night."

The three begin walking back into the castle to go to sleep.

The day of the women's court arrives and, just like at The Wendwater, it is a lovely affair. Queen Alyssane, joined by her ladies in waiting, Jonquil Darke, Lady Hanna, and her daughters, listen to the words of all the women in attendance. Just as she had at The Wendwater, she welcomed women from all walks of life. Alysanne offered counsel to all that came to her, bringing whatever grievances they had with them. Her Grace's words are always filled with wisdom and kindness, something that the women in her court have heard so much about and are now experiencing firsthand. 

Once her court is done, the donations are distributed to all who wish to claim any. Smiles spread across all faces and words of thanks are expressed. 

"Our daughter is clever for coming up with this idea." Alysanne said to Jaehaerys, later that evening.

"She has always been a selfless one." Jaehaerys says, smiling as he recalls Maegelle's past acts of kindness. "I expect these donation events will be repeated at the next castles we will be visiting."

"Of that, you can be certain." Alysanne says heartily. 

On the morrow, the Targaryens finish their packing as they begin their daylong travel to House Buckler of Bronzegate. 

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66 AC

Compared to the journeys it took to get to the first two castles of the progress, this one is much shorter. It takes the remainder of the day for the Targaryen party halfway across the path to Bronzegate before they need to set up camp. By the next morning, they set off to complete the remainder of their journey. It took no less than half the day before they arrived at their destination.

The castle was made of a brown stone. The stone seemed to give the castle a more worn appearance when compared to the white colored stone of Haystack Hall. The castle was well situated within the forest of The Stormlands. It is able to stick out thanks to the two fairly large guard towers on the east and west sides when facing the entrance. The main gate was well fortified with a bridge on top, perfect for the archers and crossbowmen to take out any would-be attackers. The main keep of the castle was attached to the residential quarters for House Buckler. The maester's tower and servant quarters seemed to be situated next to each guard tower. The stables were fairly large as is the armory. The surrounding forest of Bronzegate also contains something that neither of the past 2 destinations seem to have. If one were to travel far enough into the woods, one would be able to find a single weirwood tree. Bronzegate is one of the few houses in the kingdom that has at least 1 weirwood in the forest.

As is to be expected, the Targaryen party received a large welcome from the smallfolk and the servants. Everyone disembarks the wheelhouse, dismounts their horses and dragons, and prepares to meet their hosts.

They are first greeted by a tall man, wearing clothes of blue and brass. His hair is an almost chestnut brown color and his eyes almost look azure. By the way he presents himself, he seems a kind and well-learned man.

"Welcome to Bronzegate, Your Grace." Greets Lord Humfrey Buckler. At one-and-thirty, Lord Buckler has been the head of his family for nearly 20 years. He came into his lordship near the end of Maegor's reign and, when Jaehaerys was crowned, had little issue bending the knee to his new king. "I trust your travels went without any trouble."

"They have, indeed, Lord Buckler." Jaehaerys says to his host. "We thank you for hosting us on our progress."

"We thank you for choosing Bronzegate to be among one of your destinations." Lord Buckler responds, chuckling warmly. 

Lord Humfrey is joined by his wife, Lady Elissa Buckler. Originally from House Swann, Lady Elissa has bright blonde hair, green eyes. She is eight-and-twenty and her face nearly resembles Queen Alysanne. In addition to this, Lady Elissa is with child. From the looks of it, she could enter the childbed any day now. 

"You honor us with your presence, Your Grace." Lady Elissa says with a warm smile, keeping a hand on her belly. "We hope our castle is all that you hope it to be."

"I have little doubt that it will, my lady." Alysanne says. She looks down and smiles at Lady Elissa's belly. "You must be very excited to meet your child."

"All that and more." Elissa says, unable to hide her smile. 

"Do you have any hopes for the sex of the child?" Alyssa asks.

Elissa chuckles at the princess.

"We have talked about it before, but we have agreed that we are happy with whatever the gods grant us with." Elissa says in a warm, motherly tone.

The Lord and Lady of Bronzegate are soon joined by three other members of the family. First is Lord Humfrey's younger brother, Ser Lucas Buckler. He is younger than his brother by 6 years, making Ser Lucas five-and-twenty. He also serves as the master-at-arms of Bronzegate. While not the same height as his brother, Ser Lucas shared much of his brother's traits presented himself as a strong an amiable knight. King Jaehaerys recalls that Ser Lucas was at the tourney of 55 AC, when the Dragonpit was completed. He was around five-and-ten when he competed in the squire's tourney and displayed such remarkable prowess that he was knighted by Ser Willam the Wasp of the Kingsguard.

Beside him are the two other children of Lord and Lady Buckler. Adrian, the heir to Bronzegate, is 10 years of age. He possesses most, if not all, of his father's traits. The only notable difference is that he seems sturdier. 

"It is a pleasure to welcome you within our walls." Adrian said in a dutiful tone, bowing to his king and queen.

"From what your father has written to me, you must be excited to show off the training yard to my sons." Alysanne says with a smile.

"As long as they are up for a proper challenge." Adrian says with a friendly, albeit, daring smile.

Of The Stormlands indeed. Baelon thought to himself, chuckling.

Next to Adrian is his younger sister, Lysa Buckler, a girl of 7 years of age. She too takes after most of her father, with her mother's green eyes to stand out. Her curtsy is one of the most formal the children had ever seen. With the way she presents herself, she must have an air of ostentatiousness. Alyssa almost dares to compare her to her beloved companion, Lady Mina Tyrell. Though, thankfully, she enjoys her company. 

Once the guests of Bronzegate are settled in, they are treated to a lovely supper. The cooks of the castle treat them to a lovely roasted stag, plenty of vegetables, and enough drinks for the whole night.

During the first days of their stay, the party broke off to do their own activities. King Jaehaerys met with Lord Humfrey to discuss potential routes for the road. Queen Alysanne and Lady Elissa worked on arranging the upcoming women's court and the accompanying donations. The children either met with their septas, were training in the yards, or were playing together and getting to know the children of Bronzegate. 

"Tell me, my princes," Adrian Buckler says. "will your brother, Prince Vaegon, be joining us in the training yard?"

"Sadly, no." Aemon says. "He's more like to spend the remainder of our time here in the library."

Adrian gives a small look of surprise. 

"Should we worry about this?" Adrian asks.

"No, he does this sort of thing back in King's Landing as well." Baelon says. "Come to think of it, did you not used to do this as well, Aemon?" He asks, with a teasing smile. 

"Only a handful of times. I wonder if he got this habit from me." Aemon says with a hint of worry.

"Perhaps he is trying to find inspiration to become a great warrior in one of those books." Adrian says, causing all to chuckle.

"If it's inspiration he is looking for," Baelon says, "he needs only look at the knights that serve our family."

"I assume that includes the Kingsguard?" Adrian asks.

"But of course." Baelon says. "When we are not learning from the master at arms of the Red Keep, our royal father has a knight of the Kingsguard overseeing our training. Ser Gyles Morrigen, Ser Ryam Redwyne, Ser Lucamore Strong, all great knights." Baelon says their names with fond reminiscence as he recalls the white swords that have given him and his brother their dreams of knighthood.

"Not just them, brother." Aemon interjects. "There are also those who served House Targaryen long before our father. Aegon the Conqueror had Ser Corlys Velaryon, Ser Humfrey the Mummer, and Ser Richard Roote. Our grandfather, King Aenys, had Ser Raymont Baratheon, Ser Addison Hill, and Ser Michael Mertyns to name just a few of his Kingsguard." As they went into detail of the knights that served their royal ancestors, Aemon and Baelon's eyes light up. It was clear how much they admired these brave warriors. 

"My princes," Adrian interrupts. "at the risk of starting an argument, I cannot help but notice that you are not mentioning one set of Kingsguard in particular." 

As Adrian says that, the high-spirited princes fall silent and draw serious expressions onto their faces. 

Aemon is the first to speak.

"We do our best to avoid bringing his name, let alone his entire reign, into a conversation." He says with a tone to match his face. "The knights of his Kingsguard are a black mark on the White Book."

Adrian falls silent as well. It is clear that this is a sore subject for the royal family.

"You've no doubt learned of the names and lives of the men who served him." Aemon says. "Ser Olyver Bracken, Ser Raymund Mallery, Ser Owen Bush. All of them, members of his Kingsguard." He waits for the young heir to Bronzegate to formulate an answer.

"I have, my prince." Adrian says. "I have heard about Ser Owen's death outside that brothel. I have heard of Ser Harrold Langward's trial by combat. I even heard of the nasty incident at The Wall."

"Incident?" Aemon asks, chuckling. "That is certainly a kind way to put it. The rest of us would call it rebellion."

"I am sorry for binging this up, my prince." Adrian says, trying to bring the conversation to an end. "I did not know how tense the subject was for all of you."

"That fault is not yours." Baelon says, finally speaking up. "This subject was made tense all those years ago by the knights who soiled their white cloaks. It was made tense by the Faith Militant and their war against our family. And, most of all, it was made tense by..." Baelon cuts himself off at the end. For years, after hearing the stories, the children of Jaehaerys and Alysanne always treated his very name like a curse. 

The king who nearly ended our family. Aemon once branded him. His Grace never sought to correct this remark. He likely believed it as well. 

"We can only be thankful that we have true knights that serve our family." Baelon says, with a smile returning to his face. "And, when the time comes, my brother will have them serving him and he will have his pick at who fills an empty spot."

"Let us pray that does not occur for a long time, brother." Aemon says, chuckling and patting his brother's shoulder.

In a quaint chamber of Bronzegate, overlooking the open woods, Queen Alysanne and Lady Elissa finalize the plans for the upcoming women's court. 

"Your Grace, words cannot convey how excited I am that House Buckler will be among the many houses to host such an event." Lady Elissa says gleefully. 

"I share your excitement, my lady." The Good Queen says with a warm smile. "Though I am sure she will defer it, the credit must go to my darling daughter, Princess Maegelle. It was she who came up with this idea. Though, she will likely give credit to the gods."

"Should she not?" Elissa asks. "The Mother does teach us to be kind to those less fortunate than us. Your daughters and your ladies all seem to be kind and quite keen for this event." Lady Buckler looks down a bit. "I only wish my daughter shared the same sentiment."

"Does Lysa not share your excitement?" Alysanne asks.

"I love my daughter, the gods know this," Lady Buckler begins to say. "but I just wish she could be more kind to those who do not possess what we do." 

"Ah, I have seen that in children before. Fear not, my lady. In time, she will likely learn. My children surely have, as have their companions."

Elissa gives a light chuckle.

"I truly hope so. I am glad that Adrian is more like to listen to the woes of the smallfolk. As the future Lord of Bronzegate, he will have to be. Even - ah!" Elissa says, letting own a sharp grunt.

Queen Alysanne leans forward as she stands up a little bit in her chair.

"My lady?" She asks, concerned.

"It is nothing, Your Grace, I simply -AH!!" Elissa's grunt becomes a scream. This is a scream Queen Alysanne knows all to well. 

The queen turns to Lady Jonquil.

"Fetch the maesters, now!" Alysanne says in a controlled shout.

Queen Alysanne's prediction was correct.

Lady Elissa Buckler has entered the childbed.

Lord Humfrey is in the room with his wife, refusing to leave her side despite the suggestions of the maesters and midwives. Adrian and Lysa remain outside of the room with their septas. They are joined by the Targaryens as they pray for the safety of their mother and sibling. 

Septa Lyra asks The Mother and The Maiden to protect the lives of Lady Elissa and her child, that they remain unharmed and that the child is brought into the world with no complications.

"Lady Elissa seems a strong woman." Queen Alysanne says, attempting to comfort the young Bucklers. "I have no doubt that your mother, and your sibling, will survive."

"You are kind, Your Grace." The young Lysa says. Her response seems to have an air of sadness. "I hope the gods are kind to us this time."

"What do you mean, sweetling?" Alysanne asks.

Lysa looks to her brother as if she is asking for permission to explain. Adrian manages to save her the trouble.

"This is not the only time she has entered the childbed." Adrian says. His face remains composed, but his words also have a sad tone to them. "Our mother has lost more children than she cares to admit. Lysa and I were considered miraculous births by the septas. Some of our...other siblings were not as lucky."

This revelation strikes a cord with the Targaryens, especially the king and queen. They know all too well of the pain of losing a child at such an early age. It is rarely spoken about, but each of their children knew of the loss of their eldest sibling, the one that so quickly after birth, Prince Aegon. Each child heard the story from different sources, primarily from either Ser Gyles Morrigen or Lady Jonquil Darke. Both accounts of what happened at Maidenpool are heartbreaking to hear. 

Queen Alysanne gently places a hand on the shoulders of both Bucklers.

"Then, let us pray that this does not happen again." Alysanne says.

Everyone seems to sit in pairs as they await the news of Lady Buckler. Jaehaerys and Alysanne with each other as Princess Daella sits very close to her mother, Adrian and Lysa Buckler with each other, Brienne and Alynne Baratheon with one another, the princes Aemon and Baelon together, Princess Alyssa and Lady Jocelyn with each other, and Princess Maegelle and Prince Vaegon are also seated together. They stay together as they pray to the gods for good news.

Food is brought to them as they wait. Nobody can bring themselves to really leave the room, save for a chance to relieve themselves.

Hours drift by as they all wait.

The door is unlocked and Lord Humfrey enters, drenched in sweat.

"Father?" Lysa asks with a look of concern.

"Your mother..." Lord Buckler says, out of breath as he clearly ran to find his children.

"What has happened?" Adrian asks, equally worried.

"She lives." Their father says, managing to catch his breath. "As does your brother."

Soon enough, the young Bucklers, Targaryens, Baratheons, and even the queen's ladies in waiting are granted entrance into Lady Elissa's chambers to meet the newest member of their host's family. 

The babe has been cleaned well enough and wrapped in swaddling clothes. The maester of Bronzegate says that, while the birth was a long and arduous one, the boy came out very healthy and the septas deemed it another miraculous birth, especially with the new year drawing ever closer. 

"Does our brother have a name?" Adrian asked with eager eyes.

His mother, still recovering in her bed, gives her eldest son a warm smile.

"His name is Mallador Buckler." Elissa says as she cradles her son in her arms.

Lysa looked up, puzzled at her brother's name.

"What a strange name." She remarked. "He will be a very strange boy."

Elissa snickered at her daughter's remarks.

"Be kind to your brother, you've only just met him." She said. "We will love him regardless. He is our blood, after all." 

Two days pass following the birth of Mallador Buckler.

The time has come for Queen Alysanne to hold her women's court and the donation event to the smallfolk. 

The quests arrive to speak to their queen and to pay tribute to Lady Elissa on the birth of her newest son.

Lady Elissa, despite still recovering, insisted on joining the event. 

"I would not dare miss it for anything." She told Her Grace.

Like at the previous locations, the event is a success.

That evening, Queen Alysanne and King Jaehaerys retire to their bedchamber in Bronzegate.

"It pleases me to bring comfort to the women of The Stormlands." Alysanne says as she gets comfortable in her bed. 

"You were always gifted in comforting others, my dear." Jaehaerys says, smiling at his queen.

"Gifted in comforting others? That might one of the strangest compliments you have given me." Alysanne teases, earning a laugh from her husband.

"For you, my love, I would gladly offer the strangest of compliments." Jaehaerys says, getting a laugh from his wife.

"You always did know how to make me laugh." She says. "It was always one of my favorite things about you."

Jaehaerys gives her a warm smile, one filled with the love he's had for her since they were children.

"What would you say are your favorite things about me?" She asks.

Jaehaerys gives her an amused look.

"That is an almost dangerous question, my dear." He says.

"You have to answer." She says. "Your queen commands it."

Jaehaerys tilts his head back, thinking of his favorite qualities about his queen.

"For one, you are warmer than anyone I have ever met. I daresay that The Mother herself must have blessed you with such a kind heart." Jaehaerys says as his wife looks on with an amused smile.  "Next, you are remarkably brilliant, a gift The Crone must have given you at birth." 

"My...I wasn't aware I was married to a poet after all these years." Alysanne teases as if they were in their youth again. "What else?" 

"Well...The next one is a more, shall we say, physical trait that I adore. Or, should I say, traits?" The king says as he gaze begins to move down.

Alysanne gasps in amused surprise.

"Jaehaerys!" She says, smiling agape.

"Could I be blamed for loving so much of you, for being filled with such desire?" He asks.

"Well, I suppose not." She says, her tone dipping a bit. "You could only be blamed for speaking of it rather than acting on it," She subtly starts to unfasten her sleeping gown. "especially when we are alone."

The king's eyes fill with desire as his wife unfastens her white gown. 

"We have been together so little throughout this journey." He says as he begins to unfasten his robe of blood red with a black trim on the sleeves. "It would be a crime for that to continue."

"Then," Alysanne says, baring her cleavage to her husband. "join me as we put a stop to that."

Jaehaerys walks over, his own chest on display. At six-and-thirty, his chest hairs have not lost a hint of gold that the hair on his head possesses. However, his queen's eyes are fixed at the growing beneath his robe. 

He gently traces his right fingers against her face, brush her hair behind her left ear.

"My love." He whispers as he leans down to kiss her. They have been together for years and their desire for one another has not even come close to dying down. It takes little time for their tongues to be reunited.

"Let us try not to wake our children, my dear." Jaehaerys says, in between kisses.

"Fortunately, you have ways of keeping me quiet." She responds in a sultry tone. 

Jaehaerys lets out a soft chuckle as his kisses begin to descend. He slowly moves down, kissing his love's neck and chest. He moves the nightgown aside as he exposes her left breast. While her breasts were not as large as other women who had as many children as she had, they were still tantalizing to His Grace. He tenderly began to kiss and lick her skin as Alysanne wrapped her arms around him, trying her best to keep her moans quiet.

Two more days passed and it was time for House Targaryen to leave Bronzegate.

"It is a shame that we cannot make you stay for the new year." Lady Elissa says as she holds the young Mallador.

"To be here longer would have been lovely, my lady." Alysanne says tenderly. "However, we cannot keep House Fell waiting any longer."

"Do give Lord Barristan and Lady Florys our regards." Lord Humfrey says. 

The children say their farewells to one another as the adults do so as well.

"May we meet again one day." Lysa Buckler says with a fond smile.

"Perhaps we will." Prince Aemon says.

"One day, I look forward to facing Baelon the Brave in a tourney." Adrian says, earning a laugh from The Spring Prince.

"Perhaps that day will come. Our swords will ring for all to hear." Baelon says.

"Oh no, my prince." Adrian says, correcting Baelon. "While your sword will be ringing, it will be either my mace or my morningstar that will cause it to bend."

Baelon laughs again at his new friend's bold remarks.

"That will be a fun day, to be sure." Baelon says.

After bidding farewell, House Targaryen mounts their horses and dragons to begin the 3 day journey to Felwood. It will be there that they will ring in the sixty-seventh year since Aegon's Conquest and this will be the reason for Felwood being one of their longer stays on the progress.

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66-67 AC

After leaving Bronzegate, the Targaryen party begins their 4 day journey to Felwood. By Grand Maester Elysar's careful study of the maps, they should arrive not long before the new year begins. The children have been particularly excited about this journey as this will be their first new year in another castle. At the Red Keep, save for the new year of 60 AC, King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne would often invite houses from The Crownlands into their walls to eat, drink, sing, dance, and make all sorts of merry. Prince Aemon recalls that he and Robert Bar Emmon, the heir to Sharp Point, had their first taste of wine during one particular new year when Aemon was around 8 years old. This was a story told to his younger siblings in confidence, one to be kept hidden from their royal parents. Leading up to the beginning of the progress, each child wondered which of the neighboring houses would join them in Felwood for the festivities. 

After traveling for the majority of the first day, the Targaryens were able to set up camp without issue. The horses and dragons were well fed as the royals and nobles sat around their fire. 

"This progress is turning out to be far more successful than anticipated." His Grace said, slowly finishing his first cup.

"There was no doubt that the stormlords would reaffirm their allegiance to the crown." Her Grace responded. "I trust work on the road is also going well."

"Far more than well." Jaehaerys said, smiling at his queen. His purple eyes light up as he details the progress that will surely be made in due time on building the road he has long sought to connect the kingdoms with.

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves as well." Alysanne says, turning to her children. "I trust you have all been bonding with the children of our hosts."

"I can't say I cared for Lysa Buckler." Alyssa says without even a moment passing to think about it.

"I was there when she made that comment." Jocelyn says. 

"What comment do you refer to?" Baelon asks, this being the first Alyssa has spoken of Lysa before or after their departure.

"Oh, she just said that I may as well be a boy if I am going to wear leathers and play at arms." Alyssa said nonchalantly.

Baelon gently lays a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I am terribly sorry, sister. Though, I can't say that the rest of us cared for her either." Baelon says.

"I still remember her looks of disdain at the smallfolk during the women's court." Alynne Baratheon adds. 

"I ended up telling her she may as well be an ass if shit will continue to spew from her lips." Alyssa says, causing all the children to burst out with laughing.

"Alyssa!" Alysanne reprimands.

Try as she might, Jonquil Darke cannot help but begin laughing. Even the 3 knights of the Kingsguard cannot contain themselves. They always knew the young princess to be brazen in her retorts, but this was a new one.

"What?" Alyssa asks, smiling as she remembers the look on the Buckler girl's face. "It seemed to shut her up for a while."

"Words like those should be refrained from use if you are to make friends with the ladies of this kingdom." Jaehaerys says. 

"I have been making such friends." Alyssa says. "They are with us right now." 

"You know what I refer to, Alyssa." Her father says. "It is important for you all to form good relations with the nobles of the kingdoms. Such alliances would be beneficial in the future."

"She insulted me." Alyssa says in her defense.

"And her parents should have been the ones to reprimand her." Jaehaerys says, trying to get his daughter to understand. 

"Darling, you do not have to pretend to like her. But, please, try to refrain from such responses in the future." Alysanne says.

Alyssa exhales before nodding at her mother.

"On the subject of girls from The Stormlands," Aemon says as he turns to the Baratheon girls. "I can only imagine what it must be like for you all to return here."

Jocelyn is the first of the girls to speak. And she does so with a soft smile.

"For the longest time," She begins. "I was not sure I would ever return home. I still remember my lord father bringing me and my cousins to King's Landing. I still remember our farewells to each other. The last time we returned to Storm's End was when my father passed and his funeral was held there. Following that, we remained for the investiture of my brother, Lord Boremund, as the new Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of The Stormlands." She says with a hint of sadness. Prince Aemon recalls well the grief felt by the passing or Lord Rogar. Aemon spent much of his time comforting his dear aunt and friend, the rest of the children and their companions also gave her and her cousins their condolences and offered kind words or ways to help them move through their grief. 

Aemon shares a look of empathy, remembering periods where Jocelyn had also experienced homesickness.

"It must feel wonderful to return here." Aemon says, softly.

Jocelyn smiles at Aemon's kind words.

"It feels delightful." Brienne says. "I am more excited to see cousin Boremund and Uncle Garon again after so long." She adds with glee evident in her voice. 

"And the rest of our cousins." Alynne adds. "We haven't seen Renly, Ravella, or Maric since they were in the cradle." 

"Oh, it will be so much fun to be reunited with our family." Brienne says, unable to hide her excitement.

Everyone around them giggles as well. They had all heard about their family. Though, they each developed differing views towards Lord Rogar, especially with what he tried to do to their parents. Some try to view him in some form of a positive light, while others hold him in little regard. 

"All in good time, my dears." Alysanne says. "However, you are not the only ones who have a reason to be excited." 

"True enough, my dear." Jaehaerys says. He turns his head to the Lord Commander of his Kingsguard, the man he trusts to train his son and heir when the chance presents itself.

"Ser Gyles." He says in a calm but kingly tone.

His Grace gave his knights leave to join them for supper. Ser Gyles, remembering his duty, stops himself from taking another bite of his pheasant and bends his right knee.

"I am at your service, Your Grace." He says in his deep tone. His black hair and beard highlighted by the fire keeping them all warm. His dark blue eyes are almost able to blend in with the night sky were it not for the fire. 

"Return to your seat, Ser." His Grace commands, albeit in a kind manner. Following his king's orders, he promptly sits back down. Ser Gyles Morrigen has always been a paragon for knighthood and duty in the eyes of the children of the Red Keep. 

"How long has it been since you have been in your home kingdom, Ser?' Alysanne asked.

"By my count, 18 years, Your Grace." Ser Gyles says after thinking for a moment. His answer has a hint of sadness in his voice. 

"You must be glad to return to your native soil." Alysanne says.

For a moment, Ser Gyles ponders his response. Truly, he must have thought to never return to his kingdom since swearing his oaths.

"It almost feels as if it is not real. I vaguely remember visiting some of the castles of The Stormlands as a child. Sometimes, those memories feel like they belong to someone else." The Lord Commander says. Ser Ryam and Ser Lucamore listen carefully as they never heard their leader speak in such a way. All residents of the White Sword Tower knew their Lord Commander to be a stoic and fearless man. They never heard him speak with such melancholy.

"The Gods must be rewarding you for your dedicated service." Princess Maegelle says with a smile.

"Hehe." Ser Gyles chuckles. "Perhaps they are, princess."

"Maybe, when we get to Storm's End, the rest of House Morrigen could be in attendance." Prince Baelon adds before turning to his mother. "You did say that other houses would be there as well. Did you not?"

"Correct, my love." Alysanne answers. "However, Lord Boremund did not give me the list of which houses would be there."

"He must still be waiting on full confirmation from each one." Prince Aemon says.

"it is a likely reason, Aemon." Jaehaerys says. "For now, we can only hope that Lord Boremund will have everything taken care of."

The rest of the evening is filled with light conversation before final prayers are said and all turn in for the night.

The remaining 3 days was met with fair weather. Baelon was able to resume helping Alyssa with her archery and, by the looks of it, she has been greatly improving.

"She'll be as good an archer as she will be a swordswoman." Lady Jonquil said.

Soon enough, they were drew closer to their destination.

According to the histories, Felwood dates back nearly as far as Storm's End does. This makes it one of the most ancient castles in The Stormlands. Despite its age, the stewards and masons of the castle do well to keep it properly maintained.

The 4 guard towers built at each corner of the castle keep it highly protected. Archers are stationed in each one of them, as well as on the bridges along the walls. The stone of this castle seems to be a bit more rugged gray than white. Despite proper maintenance, this castle does not fully hide its age, putting the full history of House Fell on display for all to see. This image is one of nobility and respect, one that could be compared to that of House Blackwood or most families in The North. The main keep also seems to be comparable to those of The North. It seems to be more wooden than stone, no doubt being comprised of wooden from the surrounding forest. The stables seem to be well kept at the eastern end of the castle with the armory being conveniently placed at the western end. Like Bronzegate, Felwood houses one of the few Weirwood trees in the kingdom within the forest. Despite not following The Old Gods, House Fell never sought to, well, fell the tree. 

"To show respect to those who came before." Septa Lyra once said as a possible explanation for this, a sentiment that seemed to give comfort to Lady Alarra Stark.

The roars of the dragons brought cheers from the smallfolk and the servants of the castle. The first to greet the Targaryens were, fittingly, Lord Barristan Fell and Lady Florys Fell. Both were sporting some form of leather that was remarkably similar to armor. Their attire bore the black and green colors of their house banners. Lord Barristan was a man at six-and-thirty years of age. By his physique he worked hard in the training yard and was likely a respected commander. His black hair and beard almost seem to be showing hints of gray. Though, his green eyes don't seem to have lost any sense of luster.

"Your Grace," He said in an almost gravelly voice, bowing to Jaehaerys and Alysanne. "House Fell is most honored to welcome and to celebrate the new year with you and your family."

It has been said that Lady Florys Fell is one of the great beauties of The Stormlands. When one looks upon her, it is not difficult to see why. Originally from House Lonmouth, she bares flowing red hair, full lips, and crystal blue eyes that almost rivaled those of Queen Alysanne. Her dress was more green than black and it had a lovely white trim, paying homage to the moon in the Fell sigil. Her dress, while still showing a sense of modesty, did a lovely job at showing her slim figure. 

"We do hope that our home can offer you respite from your journey." Lady Florys says. At two-and-thirty, her voiced still sounded strikingly similar to a woman early in her second decade.

Behind them, the rest of House Fell falls in line. Lord Barristan and Lady Florys seemed to be happily married given how closely they stood next to each other and refusing to unlink their arms. It was also evident in how they were first joined by their five children. The first to greet them was their eldest son and heir, Manfred Fell. A boy at three-and-ten, one could see similarities between him and Prince Aemon. He seemed as studious as the crown prince in the way he spoke and held himself. Next to him was Pearse Fell, a boy of one-and-ten and likely as close to his eldest brother as Prince Baelon is to Aemon. Next was Cyrenna Fell, a young girl at nine years old. She seemed to take more after her mother in terms of appearance. Following her was Davos Fell, a boy of seven. The last child was young Alys Fell, a girl of four years of age. Given looks exchanged between their parents, it seemed likely that they would happily try for more children while they still could. 

The next members to join them were the younger brothers of Lord Fell. Ser Luwin Fell, a man of thirty years of age, serves as Felwood's master at arms and would oversee the training of the boys during their stay. Compared to Lord Barristan, Ser Luwin seemes to have aged a bit better and shows no sign of gray hairs. Lastly was Ser Endrew Fell. He has served as both one of his eldest brother's advisors and commander of Felwood's forces. The youngest of Lord Fell's siblings, at six-and-twenty, he has proven to be a capable knight. 

After getting settled in, the Targaryens are treated to a feast as they discuss the plans for the upcoming new year. As the elders discuss the arrangements to be made for the celebrations, the children are off discussing which houses would be joining them.

"Mother and Father never confirmed to us which families would be arriving." Manfred Fell said, finishing half a cup of wine. "They left us to only speculate who could be arriving."

"Who have you thought of so far?" Baelon asked.

"Being fully honest, my prince, I expected House Buckler to travel with you to Felwood. If not that, then perhaps you would have stayed at Bronzegate." Manfred said.

"That had crossed people's minds. However, it was insisted that we not keep your lord father waiting." Aemon said in response. 

"In addition to them," Pearse Fell said next. "I believe that House Lonmouth could be one of the families joining us."

"You realize that they are in the Marches, yes?" Manfred asks. 

"And they can't make the travel?" Pearse asks. 

"I would hope that Houses Horpe and Rogers would be joining us." Cyrenna says next. 

"House Horpe would be a fun sight." Alyssa says. She, like her siblings, grew up hearing of the Warrior's Sons. She heard the story of Ser Harys Horpe and heard of the Trial of Seven. She thought anyone had to be either brave or mad to face Maegor in battle.

"If they do, please promise you won't mention it." Aemon says to his little sister. 

"I can promise that I will try not to say anything." Alyssa says with a mischievous smirk, one that makes Aemon sigh with slight annoyance and makes Baelon snicker. 

"So far, this might be my favorite castle." Baelon said to Aemon after they were released from their septas.

"It is quite lovely. Plus, the amount of history here is remarkable." Aemon says in response as he looks around the hall they are in.

"Talk of remarkable...I did see something during the tour that is worth remarking on." Baelon says with a knowing grin.

"Again with this?" Aemon says, slightly annoyed.

"All I am saying is that you and Jocelyn were standing quite close to each other." Baelon says, trying to dissuade any tension.

"We just happened to be standing like that." Aemon says, trying to keep himself from blushing.

Baelon lets out a sigh as he begins to speak again.

"I don't mean to tease you, brother." Baelon says. "I was simply pointing it out. You both did seem quite happy."

"Well," Aemon says. "I...I do find myself to be happy around her." 

"Not just that," Baelon says. "I do notice that there are times where you smile when you say her name." 

Aemon looks around to see if others are listening.

"Emagon nyke drējī issare doing bona?" (Have I truly been doing that?) Aemon asks in his mother tongue. 

"Kessa, nyke daor pāsagon bona eman naejot ivestragon ao bisa." (Yes, I cannot believe that I have to tell you this.) Baelon responds with an amazed smile.

Aemon, at one-and-ten, has spent nearly as much time with his aunt as he does with Baelon. Despite being the eldest and the heir, he is amazed that this has never occurred to him. With this thought, a short smirk crawls across his face. 

"Skoros?" (What?) Baelon asks. 

"Daorun." (Nothing.) Aemon replies. 

The two brothers resume walking through the hall.

"While we are on the subject," Aemon says, returning to the common tongue. "I could not help but notice Lady Cyrenna looking at you."

Baelon lets out a light chuckle.

"I truly could not notice as Alyssa was clinging to my arm." He says. 

"There will likely be dancing at the ball Lord Fell will be hosting." Aemon says. "We will be expected to dance with some of the girls in attendance."

"Your point being?" Baelon asks.

"Alyssa hasn't exactly been known to share you." Aemon says with a knowing look.

Baelon ponders for a moment and it occurs to him. Their parents have hosted their fair share of grand events just as they have attended  those of other lords and ladies. The only girl Baelon can truly remember spending the most amount of time with at those events is his little sister. While he would not say she is possessive of him, she has rarely griped about him spending time with others, he can just tell that their is a hint of jealousy in her looks. Not that he ever complained about spending so much time with her. If anything, those events were their chances to improve their skills at dancing, despite how little they cared for it, and they only seemed to encourage each other to improve.

"Do you think Alyssa would be truly cross with me?" Baelon asks, half-joking.

"One can only hope that our dear sister will learn to loosen her grip on you." Aemon says, patting his brother's shoulder. 

Two days after arriving at Felwood, Lord Barristan has finished preparations to welcome the next batch of guests coming to celebrate the new year. The children of Houses Targaryen, Baratheon, and Fell eagerly kept watch for the banners that would join in the festivities. It took nearly half a day for Aemon to be the first to call out the first banner.

The first banner spotted was the death's head moths of House Horpe. They are said to boast some of the strongest knights in the kingdom. Many knew the tale of Ser Harys Horpe, better known as Death's Head Harry. Lord Richard Horpe was joined by his wife, their two sons and three daughters. 

The next banner spotted was the yellow mascles of House Wagstaff. Lord Hubert Wagstaff was renowned as one of the most jovial lords of The Stormlands. He was joined by his beloved wife, his son and heir, and his twin daughters.

The next to join was the pierced red heart of House Staedmon. Lord Tommard Staedmon's father was among the first vassals of House Baratheon to bend the knee to King Jaehaerys when he claimed ascended the throne after Maegor. Lord Tommard was considered one of the finest lances in the seven kingdoms. However, since becoming head of his family, he put those days behind him. His son and heir, Joffrey Staedmon, is the only child of his father. His darling wife sadly passed after succumbing to childbed fever. 

The final banner to arrive was the pea pod of House Peasebury. Lord Linus Peasebury is joined by his wife, their two sons, and his brother. Of the for houses coming for the festivities, they appear to have the smallest retinue with them. It is likely for the best given the limited number of inns outside the castle. 

Once all the guests were settled in and joined under one roof, the celebration of the 67th year after Aegon's Conquest began.

The year began as any other. A grand service was held in Felwood's sept and the septon delivered a sermon of good fortune and unity. 

"The gods have brought us together to remind us that we have much to be thankful for." He said. 

Once the service concluded. The a grand feast was held in the hall of the castle. The four houses that arrived brought with them food and drink to contribute to the festivities. Meats, vegetables, breads, and beverages of all sorts were served that night. The princes and princesses all sat with the children of their hosts and fellow guests. From the sounds of the conversation, the boys were making preparations to meet in the training yard to train together. 

"Father has been monitoring my progress and is keen to make sure I rise to knighthood as quickly as he did." Said Mychal Horpe, the heir to House Horpe. 

"That sounds exhausting." Said Baelon as he grinned with an air of sympathy. 

"Not completely." Mychal said, trying to bring relief to the prince's worries. "He only wants the best for me. Plus, don't all boys wish to be knights as soon as possible?" 

All the boys around him seemed to agree. For fun, Aemon decided to ask which weapons they were all more adept at learning. Aemon and Baelon both agreed on swords while varied answers were given from the others. Manfred Fell revealed his preference for axes, Pearse Fell chose swords, Mychal Horpe chose swords and spiked maces, Joffrey Staedmon went with maces and morningstars, Myles Wagstaff went with swords as well, and Lucas Peasebury went with spears and flails.

As the conversation went on, Alyssa finally managed to break away from the other girls and managed to join her brothers. 

"Sister!" Baelon called out upon seeing her. "Tired of speaking to the girls about gardens of Felwood already?" He asked in a joking tone.

"I was close to pitching myself from the top of the castle before I saw my opportunity to leave." Alyssa said, clearing tired of hearing about flowers. "I could not help but hear mention of the training yard." She said, claiming a spot close to Baelon's left side and wrapping bother of her smaller arms around Baelon's, causing her to smile in relief at being with him again.

"Yes, we are all going to take great advantage of Felwood's training yard during our stay here." Baelon says, happy to see his sister happy. 

"Will the princess be joining us?" Manfred asks. "We had heard you had also taken up training at arms."

"I have made sure to join my brothers in the training yard at each castle and Felwood will be no different." Alyssa says with confidence. 

"It is true." Aemon says. "It would appear that Lady Jonquil has proven to be quite the instructor for our sister."

"She was always my fiercest opponent." Baelon says, earning a smile from his sister. "After you, of course, brother."

The feast came to an end. As the food was finished being served, the music began and the tables were moved. 

"What better way to begin the year than with a ball?" Lord Fell said. All guests and servants cheered as the true festivities began.

Lord Barristan and Lady Florys were the first on the floor. The Lord and Lady of Felwood were perfectly paired dance partners, rarely letting their hands disconnect. Their love for one another could be felt in the way they moved, came back together, and simply in the way they looked at each other. All watched on as the two moved gracefully on the floor, allowing the music to guide their bodies. As the song ended, they ended their dance with a kiss and a touch of their foreheads to one another, earning cheers from the onlookers.

That feeling of love in the air was augmented when they were followed by King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne. If one were to ask them about the music, they would agree that it sounded strikingly similar to the one played at their wedding, during their first dance. Their moves were graceful and seem to resemble those one could have seen at a Valyrian wedding. Their children knew of them because they grew up learning similar dance moves. 

One-by-one, more people stepped onto the floor with a partner in tow. The Lords and Ladies of the houses to join in the festivities. Ser Luwin Fell had asked for the hand of Lady Marya Horpe, Lord Richard's eldest daughter. Ser Endrew Fell was brazen enough to ask for the hand of Lady Jonquil. 

"Do we dare, brother?" Baelon asked.

"This seems like a grand affair. It is only fitting that we take part." Aemon responds. 

One of the many lessons the children have been subjected to over the years was dancing lessons. 

"This should be considered a form of torture." Alyssa once said. 

Despite not being the best dancers, they knew enough of the basics. 

"Lady Jocelyn," Aemon said, extending his hand to his aunt. "I was wondering if you would care to join me in celebrating the new year."

Jocelyn, being a year older than her nephew, smiled as softly as she blushed. The princes and princesses had rarely taken to calling her their aunt given how close they are in age.

"I would be glad to." Jocelyn said, taking Aemon's hand and walking to the floor. As they stepped onto the floor, many eyes in the room fell onto them as they began their dance. By all accounts, their movements seemed simple. Understandable as dancing was not something Aemon was too versed in. 

Baelon watched on, smiling as his brother and aunt were enjoying themselves. He could see that they were speaking to each other, though he could not make out their words. 

Baelon's concentration was interrupted when a hand gripped onto his.

"Shall we, brother?" Alyssa asked, smiling up at him.

"You hate dancing." Baelon replied. 

"I do. But, you make it fun." She said as she used whatever strength she had to drag her brother in tow. Baelon could not help but chuckle at Alyssa's spirit. Compared to Aemon, Baelon was far less graceful. Alyssa was less so as she rarely took to her lessons. 

"You're awful." Alyssa said.

"And you're no better." Baelon replied, causing them to chuckle.

The night was filled with much revelry as the 67th year following Aegon's Conquest began. It was announced that Ser Luwin Fell would be betrothed to Lady Marya Horpe. In addition to this, Ser Endrew Fell would journey back to King's Landing to join the City Watch. 

Much more dancing was had that evening. Prince Baelon danced with the young Cyrenna Fell, making her the only other girl to dance with him that evening. 

"Do be sure to return my brother." Alyssa said. "We still have much dancing to do."

Manfred and Pearse Fell danced with Brienne Baratheon, the king and queen exchanged dances with Lord and Lady Fell, Prince Aemon also shared a dance with Jena Staedmon; one of the twin daughters of Lord and Lady Staedmon. Alys Fell attempted to invite Prince Vaegon for a dance but, from what Alyssa saw, he coldly turned her away. 

"Pay no mind to my brother." She told the girl. "He's always been a bit of a cunt."

The insult she gave her brother caused the frowning girl to snicker. 

As further preparations were made for the upcoming women's court, the children spent much time in each other's company. The progress was proving more and more fruitful as all were becoming fast friends with one another. 

"Once we return home, we will be sure to start writing to you all." Martyn Horpe, heir to Winggrave, says. 

"We'll surely tire out the ravens if we write so much and so often." Aemon responds. 

"Perhaps, my prince." Joffrey Staedmon says. "But, you cannot deny that it will be fun."

As Prince Aemon continued his conversation, Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa traded blows with their wooden swords not too far away. Alyssa was catching up to her older brother, but Baelon was always far ahead in experience. She may be shorter than him, but she was no less spirited.

"Getting tired yet?" Baelon asked as sweat dripped down his smiling red face.

"No. Are you?" Alyssa asks, equally sweaty.

"Hardly." He responds. "Though, perhaps a moment could do us both some good."

"Agreed." She says.

They set down their swords and go for the water that was brought out not too long earlier. After draining their cups, Baelon is the first to speak.

"I must say that ball was the most fun I have had so far on this progress." He says. "I can't recall the last time I danced that much."

"Nor can I." Alyssa responds.

"That's mainly because you take great effort to avoid dancing." He says.

"Not true," Alyssa says. "You are the exception."

"I hope you were not terribly jealous when Cyrenna Fell invited me for a dance."

"Not particularly. As our host, it was only fair that she shared one with you. Plus, I thought I would learn to be patient."

At this, Baelon cannot help but chuckle.

"You? Patient?" Baelon asks, half jokingly. "Forgive me, but I was unaware that word was in your vernacular."

Alyssa also responds with a snort.

"Well, it did pay off as I danced with you for the remainder of the night."

"Yes, and you did well to keep the other girls away from me." Baelon said, chuckling.

"Well, I was not going to let another girl take my brother and interrupt our dancing." Alyssa said with a smug smile.

"Not even Brienne." He said with an equally smug smile. He is recalling the moment when Brienne Baratheon tried to invite Baelon for a dance and Alyssa clung to him, telling her that he already has a dance partner

"As much as I care for her, no, not even her." She said.

"I pray you are not this territorial when we arrive at Fawnton." Baelon jokingly laments.

"Oh, we both know I will be." Alyssa says, still smiling.

The women's court of Felwood turns out to be the largest of the progress so far. The donation event that followed was equally as large. the women and girls of House Fell, the guests that have arrived for the new year, serving girls and smallfolk all alike are in attendance. The Good Queen patiently listens to all they have to say. A stand out even that takes place that night is her sorting out a betrothal issue.

A woman comes to the queen hoping to convince her family to allow her to marry one of the apprentices in Felwood's armory. It takes nearly an hour for the issue to be resolved, but the betrothal is granted and the couple was seen smiling as they held one another as the evening died down.

"Truly, The Mother and The Crone have blessed you with wisdom and kindness, my love." Jaehaerys says as he kisses the top of her head as the lay in bed together.

"A blessing I am still honing." Alysanne coos as her husband kisses her.

"I trust this blessing will also be applied when we are in Fawnton." Jaehaerys says.

"Of course, my dear." She replies. "Now, we need our rest. For our journey to House Cafferen will begin soon."

"Good night, my love." Jaehaerys whispers.

"Blessed dreams, my darling." Alysanne whispers back before they share a gentle kiss.

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67 AC

The 2 day travel to Fawnton seems to go by relatively quick. The Targaryens find comfortable locations to set up camp they reflect on the new year celebrations. 

"I can't quite recall the last time a new year celebration was that tremendous!" Jocelyn says happily.

"I would argue that the festivities we have had in King's Landing were quite fun." Alysanne says. "Although, there really is nothing like a celebration in one's homeland, is there?"

"I seem to recall the new year celebrations we held in Kings Landing during our youth, my dear." Jaehaerys interjected. 

Alysanne could not help but chuckle.

"Which one?" She asked with a mischievous smirk. "The one where Aegon let you drink wine for the first time or the one where you and Viserys played with the wooden swords until you were covered in bruises?" 

The remark drew laughter from all their children. The king and queen rarely spoke of their brothers, anytime they did was filled with nothing but loving memories.

"Uncle Aegon let you drink?" Alyssa asked, excited to hear embarrassing memories of her regal father.

"Worse, he let him get drunk." Alysanne replied, leaving Jaehaerys slightly speechless.

"Well you're one to talk." Jaerhaerys said. "Was it not Rhaena who gave you your first drink?"

"True, but she was smart enough to not let me get drunk." Alysanne retorted with a smirk.

The children laugh as their parents trade witty remarks about their childhood. Despite being married for years and having had quite a number of children, the princes and princess sometimes forget that, like many Targaryens before them, they are also siblings.

Soon enough, they come upon their destination. 

As one of the only true towns in The Stormlands, the town of Fawnton is well know for its part in the lumber trade. The people that reside here are among the first to greet their rulers. 

One of the first sights the Targaryens see are the bountiful crops that House Cafferen grows. Boasting some of the most fertile soil in The Stormlands, House Cafferen grows the majority of the wheat and corn in the kingdom. The bakers there are boasted to make some of the finest breads in Westeros as well.

Soon, the Targaryens arrive at the gates displaying the white fawn banners. The keep of Fawnton is slightly smaller than Felwood, but it is no less magnificent. Fawnton seems to be made of a pristine white stone with a brown tile roof. 

"It almost looks like it belongs in The Reach." Maegelle says, confused.

"Legend says that House Cafferen was founded by a bastard of House Beesbury, so you are likely right, princess." Septa Lyra says with an air of wisdom.

Aemon and Baelon, being able to remember their first trip to Highgarden, can definitely see the comparison having merit. 

The walls seem well fortified with 4 towers at each corner. From what the children have been told, the towers at the main entrance are for the armory and the quarters for the guards. The towers at the rear are the residential towers for the members of House Cafferen, their maester, and their servants. The sept is not too far away from the back of the wall. Their prayer services will likely be held their and Lady Cafferen and Queen Alysanne are still deciding whether to hold the women's court in the sept or in the main hall of the keep.

Upon entering the gates, and dismounting from their horses and dragons, the members of House Cafferen are all in attendance to greet them. Each seems to boast the dirty blonde hair of House Cafferen and, surprisingly, golden pupils in their eyes. This is likely a residual trait from the founder of their house, if the legends are true, of course.

Lord Alyn Cafferen is the first to greet them. His beard seems well kept and his voice conveys his joy at having the house of the dragon in his walls. "Your Graces!" Lord Cafferen says with a booming voice. "We welcome you and your family to Fawnton. That we haven't welcomed you in the past is a crime in and of itself."

Jaehaerys chuckles, amused at his host's enthusiasm. "You are too kind, my lord." He says. "All that matters is that we have finally made the journey and, at the moment, it seems to have been well worth the wait."

His wife, Lady Lily Cafferen is at his side. With both being cousins, they both share the same features. The Lady of Fawnton recently announced she was pregnant with her fourth child and a noticeable bump has begun to form beneath her dress. 

She is still able to curtsy as she is only 3 months along in her pregnancy. "Your Graces are the ones who are terribly kind." Lady Cafferen says with warmth in her tone. "House Cafferen is more than honored to welcome the crown and his family into our walls. I just hope we have enough to feed you, your horses, and your dragons." 

Ser Medgar Cafferen, Master at Arms of Fawnton, is the next to greet them. Unlike his brother, his presents a clean shaven face. It was confirmed that he will oversee the training of his nephews and the princes.

Last to be introduced are the three children of Lord and Lady Cafferen. The eldest two being the twin sons, Clarence and Rufus. The two can be told apart by noting how Clarence is a few inches taller than Rufus. With Clarence being the first of the twins to be born, he was named heir to his family. The boys of four-and-ten looked destined to become knights one day. Their young sister, Sylva, at nine years of age. Her eyes seemed to be slightly brighter than her brothers, almost yellow rather than gold. Her curtsy was elegant and clearly well practiced. 

That evening, a feast was held in the grand hall of Fawnton. They feasts on stag and finely made breads. They drank water from the nearby lake and wine from the keep's cellars. 

"I hope you and Prince Aemon will be ready for the upcoming hunt, Your Grace." Lord Cafferen said, boasting of how the forest surrounding Fawnton was said to be some of the best grounds for hunting in the kingdom. 

"Of course, my lord." Jaehaerys says, happily finishing a cup of wine. "He has voiced his desire to join his first hunt for some time. I have no doubt that his brother, Baelon, will be doing the same in no time."

"Not just him, my dear." Alysanne interjects. "If Baelon will be interested in hunting, there is little doubt that our Alyssa will want to join him." She adds, drawing a chuckle from her husband.

"Yes, we have heard of Princess Alyssa's interests." Lady Cafferen says. "Is it true?" She asks, intrigued to learn the truth.

"Most definitely." Alysanne answers, not wishing to hide who her daughter is. "My sworn shield, Lady Jonquil, has been training her since she was four. So far, her lessons appeared to have been paying off. You would not believe the performance she put on at Haystack Hall."

As the king and queen speak with their hosts, their children are off at the neighboring table getting acquainted with one another. 

"Are you prepared for your first hunt, my prince?" Rufus Cafferen asked with excitement. 

"I should hope so." Aemon said. "I have been practicing my archery throughout the progress as much as I can. Of course, my brother and sister have insisted on doing so as well."

"I see, and how would you say their skills are?" Clarence Cafferen asks.

"Let's just say they still have a ways to go." Aemon says with a smug smile as he takes a sip of his wine.

"Give it time, dear brother, and I will prove more than a match for you." Baelon says, filled with confidence.

"I bet you will be an excellent hunter." Sylva Cafferen says. While Jocelyn would normally sit next to the crown prince, it was decided that Sylva, being their host's daughter, should get to sit next to him. 

"Well, it is only my first time, I'd be lucky to even land my arrow into anything." Aemon says, earning a chuckle from his table-mates. 

"As long as you have been practicing, I have little doubt in you." Jocelyn says, sitting across from Aemon. "I will make a prayer to The Warrior to bless your aim." 

"I shall also make a prayer to him." Alyssa says. "Mainly in the hopes that the animals don't fight back against you." 

That comment earns more laughs from the group as Aemon turns to her.

"Have you that little faith in me, dear sister?" He asks, sporting a look of surprise and slight offense.

Alyssa only responds by tilting her head and shrugging her shoulders. Aemon turns to Baelon, who is laughing into his goblet.

"This is our sister." Aemon says incredulously.

"You're the one who asked her." Baelon says, now laughing at Aemon's facial expression. "Don't give me that look."

"Have faith, my prince." Sylva says, attempting to comfort him. "I've no need to pray to The Warrior as he has likely blessed you already."

"You are kind, my lady." Aemon says courteously. "It is nice to know that there are some who support me."

As the children make good natured japes at each other, Queen Alysanne pays special attention to the young Cafferen girl and how she speaks and praises her eldest son.

"Keep light on your feet, my prince." Ser Medgar instructs.

Baelon heeds his words as he continues his attack on the training dummy, landing blow after blow quicker with this tactic. His speed was greatly improving and his hits seem to be having more of an impact on both the dummy and the training sword. 

Ser Medgar was instructed to oversee Prince Baelon's training the previous evening as the final preparations were made before Lord Cafferen took his twin boys, His Grace, and the crown prince on their hunt. 

"Bring us back something tasty." Baelon all but commanded his brother. 

"For you, dear brother, I'll find you the nicest of apples." Aemon responded, patting his little brother's head.

"That still counts, does it not." Baelon responded, bringing both boys to chuckling.

Baelon watched as Sylva curtsied to his big brother, wishing him nothing but luck and passing along a few more words of praise before he departed.

As Baelon continued attacking the dummy, he saw his instructor bow to someone heading their way. Assuming his mother had arrived, he turned to do the same, only to be met with a familiar laughter.

"How kind of you to finally greet us this way, brother." An all too familiar voice joked. "Perhaps you should start doing this more often."

Baelon looks up to see his sisters, Alyssa and Maegelle, have decided to make their way to the training yard.

"Try not to flatter yourselves too much now." Baelon says with a wry smile. "I had assumed it was mother who was here."

"I think you will find her meeting with Lady Cafferen, discussing plans for her women's court." Maegelle reveals. 

"Ah. Well, then it will likely be quite some time before she is out of her meeting." Baelon responds. His face is slightly red with exhaustion and beads of sweet drip down his hair.

"Yes, with Daella with her, the Baratheons with their septas for a little while longer, and Vaegon likely in the library, it looks like we have some time on our hands." Alyssa says, wearing her much preferred leathers. She notices the training dummy. "You don't mind if I take over do you, or are you still interrogating this one for whatever crime he is guilty of?" She asks.

"You will likely have better luck at getting information out of him." Baelon says, pointing to where the training swords are. "Wait, should you not be training with Lady Jonquil?" He asks.

"She is currently with mother and had to delay my training." Alyssa reveals. 

"Hmm." Baelon hums, nodding to his sister. He turns to the master at arms. "You do not mind my sister joining us, do you, Ser Medgar?" He asks. 

"Only if she does not mind a temporary change in teacher." He responds with a smirk.

"A change provides a challenge." Alyssa responds with confidence. "And I always welcome a challenge." 

As Ser Medgar doles out instructions for the princess, Baelon sits down next to his younger sister. While Alyssa always provided a more energetic and lively presence, Maegelle seemed to have a more soothing, calming presence to her. 

"I take it your Septa let you out early?" Baelon inquires with a smile. 

Maegelle nods up at him. "According to her, my attention and completion of the day's lessons went much quicker than she had originally planned." She says with a modest level of pride in her tone. "She was kind enough to allow me my freedom for the remainder of the day until I found Alyssa." 

"She's been following me like a duckling ever since I found her." Alyssa calls over, causing Baelon and Medgar to laugh.

"I was sorry to not have bid Aemon and father farewell before the hunt." Maegelle says. "How did he seem?"

"From what I noticed, he seemed confident enough." Baelon responds. "Though, I didn't get enough words in before Sylva Cafferen all but poured affection after affection onto him."

Alyssa can't help but laugh as she listens. 

"Ever since we got her, she has cleaved herself to our brother." Alyssa calls over. "I can't remember the last time a girl outside of the Red Keep has done this. It's quite funny...meaning no offense to your niece, Ser Medgar." She says, noticing the master at arms. 

"No offense taken, princess." He says. "I have to admit that I find it rather odd myself. I had rarely heard my niece even mention interest in the prince."

"Perhaps she is desperate to make a good impression for her house." Baelon jokingly suggested. 

"I would not necessarily say that." Ser Medgar replies. "Though, it would not be the first time she tried her hardest to make a good impression." He adds, earning chuckles from the prince and princesses.

"After discussing with my lord husband, we agreed that these will be where our household knights will be stationed for the women's court." Lady Lily says, pointing out on a map of the great hall of Fawnton. Her Grace and Lady Cafferen have been spending much time finalizing the plans for the upcoming women's court as well as the donations to the smallfolk. 

"Perfect." Queen Alysanne says, enthused by the selected areas. "His Grace will dispatch Ser Lucamore and Ser Ryam to stay at our sides for the evening."

"Can I assume our daughters and the ladies Baratheon will be joining us?" Lady Cafferen inquires.

"All but the Princess Daella will be joining us." Alysanne replies. "My little flower has told me of her wanting to sit this, and the rest on this progress, out in favor of retiring to bed. But, I do believe it is really because she is scared of how many people would be in attendance." She says with sympathy in her tone.

"I cannot say I blame her, Your Grace." Lady Cafferen responds. "Though I have never attended one of your courts, I can only imagine how daunting they must be."

Alysanne chuckles at the comment. 

"Truth be told, I was terrified when I held my first one." The queen reveals. "I was five-and-ten at the time and pregnant with my first child. On top of all that, I was a young queen compared to my lady mother. I truly wished to make an impact on the women in Westeros. I wished to hear their woes and learn how I can make their lives better." 

Her Grace speaks with a tone that seems to remind her of the trembling anxieties she had all those years ago. Her expression turns to that of a relieved smile.

"But, to my great relief, they were a success. Since that first court, I am overjoyed to see what an impact they have made on the women of the realm." She says with warm pride.

"I look forward to seeing them firsthand, Your Grace." Lady Cafferen says, smiling with excitement. "If I may change the subject for a moment, I would like to comment on how well things seem to be going between our children."

Alysanne chuckles at her enthusiasm.

"I must agree, my lady." Alysanne says. "Our boys seem to be getting along quite well. I can only hope your twins and my Aemon will be well bonded with one another following their return from the hunt."

"More than that, it seems my darling Sylva is quite taken with him." She adds.

Alysanne cocks her eyebrow. She knew this would be brought up sooner or later. She subtly catches the eye of her sworn shield, exchanging knowing looks, before returning her attention to her host.

"It would seem that they have a good friendship forming between them." Her Grace says. "My darling, Aemon, is quite gifted when it comes to attracting new companions."

Lady Cafferen can't help but chuckle.

"Who knows? Perhaps this could lead to something more." She says with a telling smile.

Queen Alysanne would not speak it aloud to her, but she does recall Lady Cafferen speaking to her daughter sometime before the feast of their arrival. Perhaps she was trying to have her daughter attract the eye of her son.

"Rest assured, my lady." Queen Alysanne says with a kind tone. "I happen to have someone in mind for my Aemon."

Lady Cafferen's eyes widen as she hears this.

"Is that so?" She asks, both out of interest and realization that her efforts are fruitless. "Might I ask who this lady is?"

"I'm afraid not." Alysanne replies. "Not all is set in stone. Once it is, an announcement will be made."

Once this conversation concludes both women return to the arrangements of the women's court.

The women's court of Fawnton proves to be ass successful as the previous ones of the progress. The donations also prove to be equally loved. Queen Alysanne is joined by her daughters (save Daella), her ladies in waiting, her sworn shield, and her hosts. They listen to the woes and hopes of the women that have come to lay them bare to Her Grace. Her wisdom is sage and warm, not unlike past courts she has held. 

Elsewhere, Aemon and Baelon begin their packing. House Targaryen's stay in Fawnton is nearing its end and their journey to the next castle is soon to begin.

"I hope you're excited for this next one." Baelon says with an eager look. 

"Do I not look it?" Aemon asks with an amused smile. 

"House Trant is said to be one of the fiercest houses in The Stormlands." Baelon says.

"You speak that as if I have not been paying attention during our lessons as well." Aemon teases. "I can only imagine what training with them will be like."

"Who knows? Maybe, you will find a future Kingsguard in one of them." Baelon muses, causing both boys to chuckle. 

"How good it is to see you both so eager." A strong voice says at the door.

Aemon and Baelon look over to see their royal father, smiling at them.

"They say House Trant was one of the Durrandons' fiercest forces against The Reach and Dorne." Baelon says, still filled with excitement.

His Grace can't help but chuckle at his son.

"You forget, Baelon, I too learned that at your age." Jaehaerys says with warmth, amused at this sons enthusiasm. 

Jaehaerys turns to his eldest son.

"You proved to be well trained during the hunt, Aemon." He says, praising his son's archery.

"I only utilized what you and our master at arms taught me." Aemon says, smiling at his father's praise.

"You certainly did, and that rabbit you brought back was quite enjoyable...as were the apples." Baelon adds, earning another chuckle from his brother. 

His Grace snickers, happy to see how close of a bond his eldest sons have with one another.

"It's time for you both to retire to bed. We will all have plenty of packing to do on the morrow." Jaehaerys instructs. 

"Yes, father." Both boys say in unison.

As the evening dies down, everyone in Fawnton retires to their quarters to begin their slumber. For in the coming 2 days, House Targaryen will begin their journey to Gallowsgrey.

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67 AC

The time of the Storm Kings was one that ended decades ago. Many know the stories of House Durrandon and their many vassals that aided them in their wars against the river kings and the Dornish and even the kings of The Reach. It is said that one of their most feared vassals is House Trant, then kings and now lords of Gallowsgrey. 

The princes and princess, the lords and ladies, and many throughout Westeros have no doubt learnt the tales of House Trant and how they truly displayed the strength and ferocity of The Stormlands. Prince Baelon can recall a favorite, if not frightening, story from one of their many lessons. Many ages ago, King Tommard I Trant aided King Erich II Durrandon in subduing an attempt from House Gardener at taking land from the Durrandons. For his part, King Tommard led the forces that captured over half the Gardener forces. It is said that, for every Stormlander life taken in that fight, Tommard hung one Reacher to pay the Gardeners back in kind. The amount of lives he claimed struck fear into the Reachers following that and caused them to retreat for quite sometime. This was enough to convince King Tommard to change the Trant banners to the ones they now display: the black silhouette of a hanged man on a blue field. He even solidified the Trant words with the very phrase he used when he learnt of the Gardener's surrender.

"So End Our Foes." He said.

King Erich II Durrandon thanked King Tommard by providing aid in refurbishing Gallowsgrey into what stands to this day. 

King Tommard I Trant is styled as The Gallow King. The noose is the primary execution method of Gallowsgrey and no Trant has come close to claiming the number of dead by this method as their long dead ancestor. 

Since then, House Trant is known as one of the most formidable house in The Stormlands. House Durrandon and, now, House Baratheon is considered lucky to have a family of warriors as fierce and dogged as they.

While the Tyrells have House Tarly and the Starks have House Bolton, the Baratheons have House Trant.

Thousands of years after the reign of King Tommard, the skies of The Stormlands appear peaceful. The sunlight beams off of the clouds and, for the time being, no storm appears to be in sight.

The winds blows through the skies perfectly as the clouds pass by. 

Not a single bird can be heard chirping nor can one be seen in flight. 

Soon enough, this silence is ruptured by a sound that strikes fear and awe into all who listen.

The roar of a dragon is quite distinctive. The roar of a particular dragon is even more distinctive.

Tearing through the clouds, Silverwing roars in flight. The she-dragon is happy to take to the skies with her beloved rider, Good Queen Alysanne, once more. 

Since childhood, rider and dragon have been as inseparable as any other Targaryen with their mount.

On this occasion, Silverwing is entertaining a second rider. Princess Alyssa insisted on going flying with one of her parents. Alysanne, being the loving mother she is, happily accepted her eager daughter to join her. 

With Silverwing being the first dragon she ever flew on, Alyssa happily enjoys the time they spend together. 

"Gīda, Silverwing." (Steady, Silverwing) Her Grace says to her dragon before they began their flight. 

Alyssa deeply enjoys the saddle and the wind blowing through her dirty blonde locks, laughing with deep joy. 

"Bisa iksis gevie" (This is beautiful) Alyssa says to her mother in progressing High Valyrian. "Nyke daor umbagon naejot gaomagon bisa lēda Balerion." (I cannot wait to do this with Balerion)

Her Grace chuckles upon hearing this. For years, Alyssa has always talked about claiming The Black Dread. It always appeared to be her one great wish.

Many believe the Targaryens are closer to gods than to men. Their dragons likely aid in that argument. When one is as high in the clouds as they are, it is understandable why people would make such a claim. Being this far up could make one believe they are close to the Seven Heavens. 

"Ilagon." (Down) Her Grace commands. Silverwing lets out a chirp of acknowledgement, beating her wings before beginning a descending glide. The silver beast glides through the clouds gracefully, carrying her rider and her daughter safely. With a few more beats of her wings, they spot the camp of the rest of House Targaryen. The bronze body of Vermithor even comes into view. With both dragons frequently coiling, they likely have plenty of hatchlings, and unhatched eggs, waiting back in the Dragonpit. 

Silverwing lets out a roar, announcing her presence before touching ground. She lowers herself, allowing Alysanne a soft landing before reaching up to grab her daughter.

"Kirimvose, jorrāelagon raqiros." (Thank you, dear friend.) Alysanne says to her dragon, earning a snort from the beast. If Alysanne knows her dragon as well as she says she does, she would say that Silverwing was smiling. 

"That was amazing!" Alyssa says with unbridled excitement. "When do I get to go into the Dragonpit?"

Alysanne smiles, stroking her daughters locks. 

"Perhaps I will discuss it with your father." She says, looking down at her daughter.

Overjoyed at the possibility, Alyssa took off running. She did not stop until she spotted her brother. 

"Gods, not again." Baelon muttered before Alyssa barreled into him, knocking both into the grass. Alyssa was laughing with glee while Baelon tried to regain air. 

"Have you heard?" Alyssa asked, excited.

"You coming at me like a madwoman? How could I not?" Baelon sarcastically responded. Though, part of him did enjoy Alyssa's excitement.

"Mother said I might get to go into the Dragonpit soon." She says, her mismatched eyes are lit up with joy.

Both children get up and, only slightly, dust themselves off.

"Perhaps you might find a friend who can handle how rough you are." Baelon teases. Alyssa merely responds by sticking her tongue out at him.

"You speak as if you are far more gentle than she is." Aemon lightly chides, coming upon them. 

"Compared to her, yes, I would say that I am." Baelon, confident in his answer. 

As the older children continue their battle of words, The King and Queen watch on and chuckle.

"Now, now." Queen Alysanne says, ending their battle. "Return to us. We only have another day until we arrive at Gallowsgrey." 

Hearing the name of the castle brings a smile to Baelon's face.

The air is still in the evening. The fire is as comforting as always and the rabbit is tasty.

Daella clutches to her mother's skirt as Baelon regales everyone with another tale of House Trant. 

"It is said that King Randyll Trant was covered in more blood from that battle than any other he fought in." Baelon says, his eyes lighting up as he tells of another great battle from the fierce house. 

"Baelon, perhaps that is enough." Alysanne says gently, her eyes gesturing to the fearful Daella. 

Baelon's eyes widen in recognition. 

"Fear not, Daella. All of this happened many, many centuries ago." Baelon says, attempting to calm his sister. Though, it does not seem to render much aid. 

"Try to not expect much savagery when we greet Lord Stevron." His Grace says, attempting to calm his excited son. "He is a man older than I am and likely not one to take up arms anytime soon." 

"With luck, he might be wiser than you, brother." Vaegon chides in his usual sour tone.

Alyssa responds by whacking him in the chest.

"Govern yourselves, the both of you." Alysanne says in a calm, yet firm, tone.

"He's the one who said it." Alyssa says, gesturing to her brother.

"It matters not." Jaehaerys interjects, looking at both of them. "You have already proven to be respectful to our previous hosts, do be sure to grant that same courtesy to the next one."

Alyssa and Vaegon look at each other with irritated expressions.

"Yes, father." Both say, reluctantly.

After another day's travel, the banners of House Trant come into view. As does the storied castle of Gallowsgrey.

From the looks of it, it was most definitely built for battle.

The stone used for this castle was a particularly dark gray. It almost looked solidified smoke. The 4 guard towers seemed well fortified and had plenty of murder holes carved into each one. The walls appeared to be around 30 feet high. The castle only appears to have one main gate; one way in and one way out. The portcullis seems worn with age, though no less functional. 

The guard towers each serve secondary functions. One serves as the maester's tower, another as the library, another as the rookery, and another as the bell tower. 

Smallfolk line the roads to greet their sovereigns. Like many before them, their cheers echo into the skies, especially when the dragons come into view. 

Riding through the grating, the main keep comes into view. It appears well fortified. The stables appear right next to the armory and the training yard. 

The maid's quarters are conveniently placed near the residential and guest quarters. 

Towards the western wall, the storied gallows could be found. The would have been changed over time, but the fear it instills remains. The noose seems to have been recently tied.

The king and queen exchange looks. Something must be wrong.

The Targaryens are first greeted by a host of the household guards. They all bare serious looks, something not unexpected within these walls. However, something seemed to have them particularly on edge.

After dismounting, they go to great their hosts. Lord Stevron Trant is a man of three-and-fifty years. The rusty red of his hair and beard is slowly beginning to shift into gray. Though, by all accounts, he is still a ruggedly handsome man. Within the last decade, he became a widow, losing his beloved wife to the winter of 59-60 AC. 

He is joined by his son and heir, Ser Tommen Trant. A man of two-and-twenty, the rust of his red hair almost makes his hair look darker than his father's used to be. Clean shaven and, from what King Jaehaerys has been told, a formidable foe in a melee, Ser Tommen stands as a worthy knight. His lady wife, Lady Casella Trant, hails from House Hasty. Compared to her husband's hair, hers is more akin to butter in terms of it's color. Both are flanked by their young sons, Willem and Podrick. Both lads near the age of Prince Baelon and, with Willem being the elder, has been the first to enter the training yard.

"Your Graces." Lord Stevron says with a sharp bow. His voice is deep and commanding and his eyes are a piercing green. "House Trant is most honored to welcome you within our walls."

"The honor is ours, Lord Trant." His Grace responds with courtesy in his smile. "The gods have blessed us with an easy travel to Gallowsgrey. We can only hope they have blessed you with little anxieties leading up to our arrival."

Lord Trant's brow narrows. It is said that he has never been one to lie, not even when it is expected to maintain a warm host to his guests. 

"Regretfully, Your Grace, I cannot say that they have." He says with his head slightly tilted forward. "I am afraid you have arrived an a, rather, inopportune moment."

"Why is that, My Lord Trant?" Queen Alysanne asks, concern etched on her face. 

The Lord of Gallowsgrey looks to his family, seeming to make sure all are prepared for what is about to happen, before returning his gaze to his rulers.

"Your Graces," Lord Trant begins. "It was recently discovered that one of my household knights has forced himself upon one of the maids." 

The king and queen are the first to widen their eyes. They heard Lord Trant to be a rather blunt man, but this news was delivered quite matter of factly. 

"Forced himself, My Lord?" Prince Baelon finds himself asking. "You mean to say-"

"Raped." Ser Tommen says, finishing the prince's query. "The woman was raped." He added with a stone look of controlled anger on his face.

The faces of the Targaryens and their party ranged from shock to disgust to anger.

"And he still breathes our air?" Alyssa asks with disgust in her tone.

Aemon's hand goes to the dagger gifted to him by Lord Cafferen during the hunt.

"You need only say so and I will see to it that he no longer does." Aemon says with determination.

"Restrain yourself, Aemon." His Grace says, laying a hand on his heir's shoulder. "The knight serves House Trant. Therefore, Lord Stevron has the final edict on the matter." His words are stern yet they are meant as another lesson for the future king.

The feast held in the evening is a somber one. The trial for the knight is to be held the next day. It was decided that Prince Aemon and Prince Baelon will be in attendance.

"Must they witness such things at such young ages?" Her Grace asked her husband that evening.

"Aemon is to become king, my love." Jaehaerys says softly but firmly. "He needs be ready for what the crown comes with."

"And Baelon?" She asks.

Jaehaerys exhales softly through his nose.

"You know he will be a part of Aemon's rule. Therefore, it is best he find out what that may entail as well." His Grace responds. Though his words are firm, they come with an air of familiarity with them, a familiarity he and Alysanne had to be acquainted with since an early age. 

The following day held a particular chill in the air. Little joy was felt upon waking up nor in the breaking of fast in the halls of Gallowsgrey. It was conveyed that Aemon and Baelon will join their father as they witnessed the trial for the woman's rape and the younger children would remain with their mother. 

"I will uphold my duties and guard the queen." Lady Jonquil said, brushing strands of her black hair out of her face. "Though, I confess that I would have liked to be in attendance for the trial as well." Though she does not state her reasoning, the knights of the Kingsguard all seem to nod in unison, agreeing with Her Grace's sworn shield. 

"We should make a prayer when the trial is underway." Princess Maegelle says, finishing her porridge. "The woman will need the warmth of The Maiden and Lord Stevron will need the wisdom of The Father." Her voice is tinged with piety and sympathy.

"Perhaps that is a good idea, daughter." Alysanne says, holding her young daughter's shoulder as she smiles at her. 

House Trant brought their knights and servants into the great hall of Gallowsgrey. Many of the maids gathered with the victim, Talla was her name. She was a young little thing at six-and-ten. 

His Grace and the princes Aemon and Baelon were seated close to Lord Trant. Ser Gyles, Ser Ryam, and Ser Lucamore were in attendance. Each man of the Kingsguard were silently watching on as the trial unfolded. One could assume that they were praying to The Warrior to be the ones to aid in carrying out whatever punishment was passed down.

Soon enough, 3 of Gallowsgrey's knights brought in the prisoner. Ser Harys was a filthy looking man. He likely hasn't bathed in around 4 days, the amount of time he spent in his dungeon. His hair was already going grey with age and his beard was growing back in. 

Talla was supported by her fellow maids, though she appears to have cried earlier judging by the redness of her eyes. She stepped forth and curtsied to her lord and her king. She spoke of her routine the day of her rape, how she made sure the grandchildren of her lord were properly clothed and to aid in preparing for His Grace's arrival. It grew late in the afternoon when Ser Harys, who appeared already drunk (something that was not uncommon for him), arrived in one of the chambers she was working in. He was taller than her and stronger. The look he gave her upturned her stomach and she knew she had to leave. He held her and forced her against the wall. 

The poor woman's voice trembled as she continued. The young princes grew more and more unsettled as her story continued. They were fully aware of such a crime, but to actually hear of it from a victim was something else. 

The accused appeared to be smiling, almost unremorseful and proud of the deed. 

"Have you no shame, Ser?" Lord Stevron coldly asked.

The knight stepped forward, almost with no shame in his movements.

"She was a pretty flower." He said with amusement in his tone. "When I came upon her, I had nearly forgotten she was un-plucked. To be so beautiful and untouched should have been a crime in and of itself, My Lord." He chuckled after finishing his response, earning chattering from those surrounding him. 

Lord Trant's grimace deepens as the disgrace of a knight continues to debase himself with unabashed valor.

"I have heard enough." Lord Trant growls, rising from his seat. "I was wrong to order the noose to be tied. Clearly, death would be too kind a punishment for a man who takes pleasure in what he did. Therefore, in the name of His Grace, King Jaehaerys of House Targaryen, First of His Name...I, Stevron of House Trant, Lord of Gallowsgrey, sentence you to be gelded and sent to The Wall!" He declares. The hall of Gallowsgrey erupts into chatter and the valorous facade of the knight quickly crumbles as he falls to his knees. 

"My Lord, I beg you!" The guilty man pleads. "I confess that I have fallen out of favor with the gods! I confess to my crime! Spare me from this punishment! I beg you!" The man is on the verge of tears as Lord Trant turns to King Jaehaerys.

"I might be in need of one of your white swords, Your Grace." Lord Trant says to his king. Jaehaerys than turns to one of his 3 Kingsguard.

"Ser Lucamore," The Conciliator beckons. "Assist Lord Trant and his knights in carrying out the sentence." His order to his knight is cold and firm, earning a nod from his loyal knight.

"With pleasure, Your Grace." Ser Lucamore answers with a cold expression, one that does not yield to the prisoner's cries for mercy. Without a moment's hesitation, Ser Lucamore Strong steps onto the floor, along with 2 of Gallowsgrey's knight, and hauls the prisoner onto his feet. Prince Aemon and Prince Baelon watch on. They are slightly scared of all that is happening and satisfied to see the guilty man being punished. 

"You will both join me to watch what is to come." Jaehaerys says, resolution in his tone. "You boys needs to see what comes with ruling and to be prepared to do it one day."

As the prisoner is dragged off, the attendees in the hall begin to clear out. The maids gather around Talla as she cries, most likely with relief. Once outside, the prisoner breaks down even further. He relieves himself into his pants as Ser Lucamore draws a dagger. As this unfolds, the princes cannot help but breathe quite fast, unsure of what is truly about to happen. They have learned of gelding plenty of times in their lessons. However, they have not personally witnessed the punishment itself. The Conciliator rests his hands on his sons shoulders. 

"Steady yourselves, both of you." He says, his voice carrying years of experience. "This is never easy to witness, but it needs be done."

As the mans pants are yanked down, a stream of piss follows along. As the dagger is brought to his stones, he lets out a scream louder than any the young princes have ever heard. The sound of the cutting is visceral and Baelon briefly goes pale. Aemon does his best to keep from vomiting, though he does not prevail. Once done, the prisoner's balls are disposed of and Ser Lucamore cleans his dagger with a rag. Ser Harys is given no time to collect any of his belongings as he is thrown into a cage. It seems that Lord Stevron had prepared for this potential sentence as the rider is ushered through the gates, off to Castle Black. 

Aemon and Baelon lie in their beds, still thinking about what they had just witnessed. They cannot seem to think of anything other than the blood that feel out when the man's balls were separated from his body, the sound of the dagger as it cut through him, nor the scream he let out. 

"Do you both understand why I had you witness that?" Jaehaerys asked after bringing them back inside.

The boy could not find an answer, nor could they even nod. They were still too shocked after what had unfolded.

"One day, you will both have to carry out such sentences." Jaehaerys says before turning to his eldest. "Especially you, Aemon." He has been finding ways to impart wisdom to his heir throughout his life as often as possible. "As king, it will be your duty pass a sentence such as this. It is vital for you to know that weight it bears."

"Does it..." Baelon attempts to speak, looking up at his father. "Does it ever become easier?" He asks.

Jaehaerys takes a deep breathe before answering.

"Unfortunately, it does not." He admits. "But, it must be done, for the good of the realm and its people."

The boys ponder on those words just as much. They seem to be unable to do much else as their beds are as cold as Gallowsgrey itself.

They hear the creaking of their door as it opens.

"There you are." Alyssa says, happy to have located them. She must have been searching for some time. "I can never truly find my bearings in these castles."

"What brings you here, sister?" Baelon asks, almost happy to have her as a visitor.

"You did not each much at supper." She answers. "I was hoping you and Aemon were not emptying your guts any further." She smiles, not caring how she phrased her response.

Aemon nods, though he cringes at the wording of her response.

"How kind of you, sweet sister." He says. "We will likely be better come the morn. Soon enough, we will leave for Parchments and, with the mercy of the gods, no such event will occur there." 

Alyssa begins making her way to Baelon's bed and begins climbing in.

"Move over, will you." She says, not bothering to wait for him to do so.

"What are you doing?" Baelon asks, chuckling at his sister's antics.

"You are in need of comfort." She nonchalantly responds. "I am here to provide that."

"And, what of me?" Aemon asks.

"Go find Vaegon." She says, not bothering to turn to her brother. "He likely still has an empty bed. I've no doubt will be of great comfort to you."

Aemon attempts to argue with her but stops himself. He knows better than to come between her and Baelon's bed. He makes his way out of the bedchamber as Alyssa curls up next to her brother so as to give him respite after the day's traumatic events. 

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67 AC

As they made camp for the evening, Queen Alysanne reflected on the women's court of Gallowsgrey. 

"It was kind of you to allow Talla to sit with you, Your Grace." Jonquil Darke remarked. 

"After what she had been through, she required support." Her Grace responded as she cut up her meat. 

During the court, Queen Alysanne granted the maid a spot by her for the evening. She even instructed her sworn shield to guard her for the duration of the court and the donations to the smallfolk. 

"I believe we did quite well in guarding her." Princess Alyssa said with pride, recalling how she also stood by the maid, wooden sword at her side as if to stand guard as well. The recollection causes her mentor to chuckle.

"I have taught you well, princess." The Scarlet Shadow says, smirking at her student. Alyssa holds her chin up with a proud smile, earning chuckles from her family.

"Yes, truly, The Warrior has blessed you with valor that evening." Baelon teases, to which Alyssa responds with a childish smirk. 

Alynne Baratheon turns to the princes and smiles. 

"It is nice to see you both recovering well after the events that you had witnessed." She comments, prompting the brothers to look at each other. 

A silence falls across the rest of the group.

"I-I meant nothing by it, my princes." Alynne quickly corrects herself. 

Aemon chuckles at this.

"No, no. It's quite alright, Alynne." Aemon says to her, trying to reassure his cousin. "Yes, Baelon and I are still doing our best to move forward after seeing...well, the man being gelded. It was quite the sight indeed." The tone of his voice carries slight tremors to it.

"I don't recall the last time I have seen you vomit before that." Baelon remarks, still slightly shaken from witnessing the punishment.

"Nor have I seen you go so pale so quickly." Aemon responds.

Alyssa then leans over onto Baelon's left arm. "Poor, poor Baelon." She says with a mixture of comfort and teasing in her voice. "They'll have to come up with a new name for you now. Baelon the Pale, perhaps?" Her face morphs into her lopsided smirk as she looks up at her brother. 

The 4 day ride and flight comes and goes rather quickly. Chatter rises among the children. Topics ranging from what Parchments would be like? What training under the Penroses would entail? What would occur at the upcoming women's court?

However, the most recurring topic was the destination that followed this one. The progress was nearing its end and it would do so with one final, and quite appropriate, destination.

"You must be excited to return home." Princess Maegelle commented as Brienne and Alynne could barely hide their smiles.

"The Red Keep is glamourous, without question." Brienne remarked with a very assured smile. "However, it is nothing compared to the comforts of ones home."

"Storm's End is said to be a rather haggard structure." Prince Vaegon coldly commented, causing Alynne's eyes to light up even further.

"I should hope so, my prince." She responds. "They say it's been fighting off the gods since its construction."

Soon enough, the visage of their destination comes into view. The stones of Parchments appeared to be much more pale in color compared to their past destinations. House Penrose is an ancient family that dates back to the age of The Andal Invasion. The varying towers appear well fortified and are connected to beautiful, lush gardens. The sept of Parchments is one of the first sights visitors are greeted to upon entering the town. The smallfolk line the street, cheers ring out upon seeing Vermithor and Silverwing and grow even louder as the queen's mount lets out a light chortle. 

Compared to their past hosts, Lord Manfryd Penrose and his kin wait outside the gates to greet the Targaryens. A man in his fourth decade, Lord Manfryd is well known as having a mind as sharp as his axe. As a matter of fact, it is said that Lord Boremund enlisted his counsel when he first came into his seat at Storm's End. His long mane of red hair is a distinguishing trait among his fellow stormlords. Beside him is Jeyne Penrose, Lady of Parchments. Her brown eyes convey her soft, matronly nature. Her golden hair hasn't begun to lost any of its luster despite being near in age to her husband. 

Trailing next to her are each of their children. Leona Penrose, their eldest child, is quite a beauty compared to other girls her age. At four-and-ten, her freckles and green eyes, coupled with her curly red hair, all make her a beauty many fathers in The Stormlands have tried to betroth to their sons. Podrick Penrose, the heir to Parchments, follows her in tow. He and his twin brother, Hobert, bare striking resemblances to their father. They both have their father's strong face and deep red hair. Prodrick, at three-and-ten, already showed promise for knighthood. According to the master at arms, he is a prodigy with an axe. Hobert, on the other hand, had little interest in training at arms and much preferred reading. 

The family collectively bowed to their king.

"Your Grace, House Penrose is most humbled to welcome you under our roof." Lord Penrose says with a joyous boom in his voice. 

"Indeed, my lord." King Jaehaerys responds with a gentle smile. "I recall our last meet being the tourney after the completion of The Dragonpit."

"You were a most fine jouster." Queen Alysanne interjects, always happy to relive that most thrilling of memories. "I daresay that Ser Victor gave you quite a challenge."

Lord Manfryd lets out a slight boom of a laugh as he recalls when Ser Victor the Valiant, a former white sword, was granted entry into the tourney. He participated in the joust alongside the likes of Ser Robert Redwyne, Ser Simon Dondarrion, and then Ser Manfryd Penrose. While Ser Simon came out the victor, the standout moment for the lord was facing a member of the Conciliator's Kingsguard. They split 2 lances before Ser Victor managed to land enough force on his opponent's shield to force him off of his horse. The cheers let out were nearly deafening for him. However, being the honorable man he was, Ser Victor extended his hand to help him to his feet. Later that evening, it was noted that the two men laughed heartily into their goblets as they recounted the days events. 

"My lord husband always gets a good laugh from that memory." Lady Jeyne chimes in. The woman bares a slight resemblance to Septa Lyra at a certain angle if one were to look well enough. 

"Come, let us waste little more time before beginning the feast!" Lord Manfryd exclaims, earning cheers from all around, especially the children.

The dragons and horses are well fed as Penrose and Targaryen feasts in the walls of Parchments. Vegetables and meats, wines and ales, breads and cheeses are all given out for the empty bellies and joyous conversations held throughout the evening. 

"My lord father oft told me of this castle." Jocelyn says to the young hosts across her table. "Lord Rogar held your grandfather in high esteem."

Their eyes light up as the memory of Lord Franklyn Penrose is mentioned. 

"It brings us great honor to know he is still remember so fondly." Leona muses, her green eyes sparkle with fond reminiscence. "He always did wish for our family to be a great ally for the Baratheons."

"We can only hope your lord brother will share that sentiment." Podrick adds with a quaint smile, turning first to Jocelyn and then Alynne and Brienne. "It is a true honor to host Baratheons under our rood and we do hope that your entire house will, one day, share in the warmth we have to offer." 

Brienne slightly chuckles, turning to hide her smile. Alynne notices this and smirks at her sister. Jocelyn pays them no mind as the mention of her brother captures her attention.

"I haven't received word from Boremund since before we left King's Landing." She says with slight regret in her tone. "I've not heard much our cousins. We know of them being fostered elsewhere in The Stormlands, yet we know little of them as they are."

The twins notice the slight discontent in their guests tone and both silently agree to try and remedy this. 

"If it is of any consolation, my lady, we have some notion on at least one of them." Hobert says, earning the full attention of all three ladies. The princes and princesses, for their part, stay silent as not to interrupt this important conversation. Aemon, Baelon, and Alyssa all listen in to learn of this additional cousin of theirs. Maeglle sits next to Daella so as to comfort her through another feast. Vaegon, as always, is quite uninterested in the goings on of those around him as he focuses on his meal.

"Your cousin, the young Devan, has been staying at Harvest Hall for nearly 4 years now." Podrick reveals. "We paid a visit to our Aunt Kyra, Lord Selmy's wife. It was there that we got to properly meet him." Devan Baratheon, the only son of Ser Borys Baratheon, was sent to the seat of House Selmy as Lord Boremund came into his seat. This was done as a way to forge stronger ties with his vassals and to ensure a stronger upbringing for his cousin than he could provide. 

"He seems to carry little of his father's belligerence." Podrick adds as he begins to further remember the young stag. "He seemed somewhat quiet, though a joy to be around once you get him going. He already has dreams of knighthood."

Hobert snickers at the reminder.

"I think he may have, briefly, pondered becoming a white sword one day." Hobert remarks. "Perhaps he was inspired by tales of Ser Raymont to have such a thought."

"Your uncle, Ser Garon." Aemon interjects as he potentially recalls mention another member of the Baratheon household. "He too has a son, does he not?"

Jocelyn turns her head and her eyes are bright with excitement.

"Of course." She eagerly says. "We have not seen Maric since he was a babe. He and Devan should be around the same age by now."

Three days have passed and the Targaryens gave begun to settle into the walls of Parchments. The older princes have taken to the training yard quite quickly, as expected of them. Young Podrick has proven to be a worthy opponent for both boys. 

"Light on your feet, my prince." Ser Ryam instructs from afar. His ginger helps him stand out from his brothers in the Kingsguard, though it is nowhere near as deep a shade of red as that of House Penrose or House Trant. "As we've practiced."

Heeding the lessons learned from his mentor, Prince Baelon moves more quickly in his parries and ripostes. Podrick Penrose falls back onto defensive maneuvers, attempting to block the oncoming strikes of the young Targaryen. Beads of sweat fall onto the young Penrose's training leathers, brown and bearing his house sigil. 

At ten years of age, the heir to Parchments proves to be capable enough in developing his defensive skills. His master at arms seems to have been teaching him well, he waits for the right opening and maneuvers his wooden blade to strike at the prince's wrist. This well-timed strike results in the prince dropping his weapon, as well as facing the receiving end of his opponent's blade.

"Yield!" The prince calls out with a red-faced smile. "I yield." His panting and sweat-streaked face are evident of how hard he has been exerting himself. 

His opponent lowers his weapon with a smile. "Well fought, my prince." Podrick remarks with sincerity. "Perhaps we will face each other again, when we come of age for a tourney."

"One can only hope." Baelon responds, patting his opponents shoulder. "My brother, Aemon, is like to join us in those tourneys with me. Perhaps your brother might do the same?" He asks.

In response, the young Penrose sighs and sports a look of concern and exhaustion. 

"Might I speak plainly, my prince?" He asks.

"I would be offended if you did not." Baelon responds, gesturing for them to sit on a nearby set of stairs, the ones leading to the Great Hall of Parchments.

"To tell you true...I have noticed, more and more, that my brother seems to be lacking any interest in the activities befitting a knight." Podrick reveals. "When we are not in our lessons, I am more oft found here in the training yard. Hobert, on the other hand, is more like to be found in the library."

"My brother, Aemon, had a habit of burying his nose in books for some time." Baelon reveals. "It would seem my other brother, Vaegon, has picked up this habit as well. Are you sure that it will not pass?" He asks. 

"My lord father and I have made many attempts to change his mind. It would seem, however, that these efforts are fruitless." Podrick lightly laments. "Sometimes I wonder what he plans to make of himself."

Baelon ponders on this for a moment. 

"If knighthood is not for him, perhaps his mind could be utilized elsewhere." He says before noticing a familiar visage in the distance. A smile grows across the prince's face. 

"Brother!" Baelon calls out to his brother, the future king. "Come, join us!"

Aemon responds with a soft nod as his stride moves in their direction.

"Judging by your red faces, I must have missed quite the match." Aemon comments as he sits next to his younger brother. 

"It would seem I have met another fine opponent in Lord Penrose's heir." Baelon remarks with a light chuckle. "We were just discussing our brothers and their reading habits."

Beads of sweat dripped down to Baelon's black training leathers, though they have avoided that medium sized Targaryen sigil stitched onto the tunic. Aemon's outfit appears more red in color with a golden dragon pin to hold it together. 

"Should I worry about whatever jests are being made?" Aemon asks with a wry smile. 

"Nonsense, brother." Baelon says, waving off his brother's worries. "I certainly did not mention your short phase of falling asleep in the library." He adds, earning a snicker from the heir to Parchments. 

"Yes, well, I would say Vaegon has beaten me there." Aemon adds, sitting next to his brother. "With luck, this too shall pass. He is young and will surely grow out of it with time."

As the young princes and Penrose get on rather well, soon being joined by Princess Alyssa who clings to Baelon's side more than he does with Aemon, Queen Alysanne can only marvel with the joy a mother can have. She observes her children from the balcony of her the bedchamber she and Jaehaerys have been granted during the duration of their stay. The stature of the bed rivals that of the one used by Lord and Lady Penrose. The drapes are well crafted with a lovely pattern of quills on them. The desk at the corner near the balcony comes with a stack of parchment and a full bottle of ink and a set of quills. 

"Such joys are a wondrous thing." Lady Jonquil says from not too far from her charges side. "The bonds between siblings are a most sacred relationship."

Her Grace turns to share her smile with her sworn shield. Queen Alysanne has always held great respect for her and is thankful she has agreed to train her daughter how to wield a blade properly. 

"I can only hope such bonds last with time." She remarks as she faintly recalls the strained bond she has with her own sister, one she has not written to in some time. 

"Agreed, Your Grace." Jonquil responds. "But, I see no reason why the bonds between your children would fall apart. They seem quite attached." She gives the queen a slightly sly smirk. "Some more than others." She teases, leading to both women sharing a laugh.

"Were you and your brothers so attached, my lady?" The queen asks, causing Jonquil to tilt her head up to ponder.

"Well, certainly not to the degree your family usually is." She responds, earning another chuckle from the queen.

"I would certainly hope not." Alysanne says with a smile. 

"My half-brothers and I took some time to be acquainted with one another when my existence was revealed." The scarlet shadow says, recalling her childhood in Duskendale. "However, we all came to see how much fun our lives became with each other. We all had fun together...even when I proved to be better with a sword than them." She adds, maintaining her sly smirk.

Alysanne's visage becomes more soft and caring than amused.

"One can hope this courtesy is extended to..." The queen does not finish her words. Around 1 month prior to the progress, Lady Jonquil received a raven from Lord Clarence with surprising news. It was revealed that Lady Jonquil was not the only bastard their father had sired and Lord Clarence had taken both boys in as his wards. 

"To my new half-brothers, Your Grace." Jonquil adds, softening her expression to one that is more understanding, yet no less confident. "You need not be ashamed to say it. I myself am not."

"Will you meet with them?" Alysanne asks. "I would grant you my leave if you desire to." 

Jonquil steps closer to her, smiling as she appreciates how caring Her Grace is.

"I am grateful for this offer." She says. "But, I will need time to decide on this."

"Very well." Alysanne says as she slightly sucks her lips in, almost as if she is in discomfort. "My lady, would you please?" She asks, extending her hand.

Jonquil quickly takes it and guides her to the nearby chair from the desk. 

"Thank you." Alysanne says as her right hand unconsciously moves to her belly. Her sworn shield notices this and widens her eyes.

"Your Grace?" She asks, seeking confirmation. In response, Alysanne softly chuckles.

"I did not find out until we were at Fawnton." She answers. "The only ones who know are the maesters there as well as His Grace." 

"And, the princes and princesses?" Jonquil asks, her smile growing with each moment.

"I plan to make the announcement at Storm's End." She reveals. "I know that I can trust your confidence, my lady."

Lady Jonquil nods in response, walking over and resting her palm on Alysanne's right shoulder. "Of course you can." She warmly says.

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67 AC

Many in Westeros know the story.

Many know the tale of Durran, The First Storm King. The tale of how he took to wife the daughter of the Sea God and the Wind Goddess, how he drew their wrath that was strong enough to destroy 6 of their castles. Were it not for their daughter, Durran himself may have been lying amongst the rubble as well.

How the final castle came to be depends on the interpretation of the story. Some say he sought the aid of the Children of the Forest. Others say he sought out Brandon the Builder of Winterfell. 

Whatever the true answer was, the results remain the same: a castle so strong that it could weather any storm the Sea God and the Wind Goddess threw its way. 

Following this, Durran took the name Godsgrief and his castle was given a most fitting name; Storm's End.

For thousands of years after, House Durrandon ruled as kings of The Stormlands. The lived through battles with the likes of The Riverlands, The Reach, The Ironborn, and even the gods themselves. House Durrandon bore the sigil of the crowned black stag and owned their words "Ours Is The Fury", words that were less of a motto and more of a battle cry.

Sadly, their time as kings would one day end in battle with an opponent too great even for them: The dragons of House Targaryen. Orys Baratheon, the rumored bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror, led the charge against Storm's End. With Rhaenys Targaryen and her dragon, Meraxes, by his side, Orys faced Argilac Durrandon in battle. After he slew his opponent, Orys took all that was left; his castle, sigil, daughter, and words. 

By the end of Aegon's Conquest, House Durrandon, The Storm Kings, were no more.

Now, The Stormlands are ruled by their Lords Paramount: House Baratheon of Storm's End.

The excitement was palpable. The princes and princesses had heard much of the storied history of the mighty Storm's End, the castle that does battle with the gods themselves. The Baratheons, however, were much more excited at the prospect of visiting their childhood home. This would be their first time returning since they left for King's Landing. 

"I am most looking forward to our old rooms." Alynne said to her sister and cousin. "I can almost hear the waves crashing outside the window now."

"Agreed, sister." Brienne said as they rode in the wheelhouse. "I always find the sound of the water to be a most soothing one, especially when one is trying to sleep."

They have been riding for nigh on 4 days now. But, soon enough, the begin to hear the crashing of water on rock. Shipbreaker Bay has long been a source of dread for many a sailor. The wild waters and equally wild winds prove to be their bane, making anchorage an impossibility. The rocks certainly do not make matters better. True to its name, the bay has been made the final resting place for many ships for as long as men have sailed it. 

More than this, Shipbreaker Bay is the water that lies beyond the walls of the destination that the travelers spot far off in the distance.

"THERE IT IS!" Jocelyn exclaims with excitement.

The drum tower of Storm's End is quite hard to miss. Constructed with the appearance of a spiked fist that punches the sky, towards the gods, the tower plays a variety of roles such as granary, feast hall, and the chambers of Lord Baratheon. 

The height of the wall that surrounds the castles is quite marvelous compared to that of The Red Keep. The pale grey of the stone truly shows that this is a castle of The Stormlands. As they ride, and fly, closer, they observe banners being flown both on and below the walls. They first observe banners possessing the crowned black stag, a comforting sight to those who once resided here.

However, in accordance to his previous correspondence, Lord Boremund has invited additional guests into his walls. The Targaryens and Baratheons test their knowledge of the banners they sight.

"Three yellow wheat stalks." Jocelyn points out. "House Selmy. Our cousin should be within the walls by now."

"The dark green sea turtle." Aemon spots. "House Estermont."

"The evenstar of House Tarth." Baelon says, pointing out another banner.

"The purple lightning of House Dondarrion." Brienne says.

"The black crow of House Morrigen." Alyssa says with a growing smile. "Ser Gyles should be most pleased with this sight."

The cheers the Targaryens were met with were decidedly much louder than any of the houses the have previously visited over the course of the progress. The crowds were most riotous when Vermithor and Silverwing came into view, especially as Silverwing let out a roar as if to greet them all. After landing, the king and queen join their retinue as they pass through the gates of Storm's End. After dismounting their dragons and horses, and after exiting the wheelhouse, they are met with a tall man with a thick black beard that is beginning to show some slight hints of gray. Even for a Stormlander, he seems particularly sturdy. 

"At long last. It is so good to see you all!" The man exclaims, stepping forward. He sports the Baratheon colors with the sigil on the front of his tunic. His black cloak trails behind him as his smile lights up his face. 

"UNLCE GARON!" The Baratheon girls exclaim as they all seem to leap into his arms. None had seen each other in many years, such a reunion was bound to be so heartfelt. 

"Look at you all! You've sprouted up so much!" The older stag says as he manages to hold all 3 of his nieces in his arms. 

"You certainly have as well, uncle." Jocelyn teases, earning a hardy laugh from the older Baratheon.

"It happens to us all, my dear." Ser Garon says, finally releasing his precious nieces to greet the rest of them with a formal bow. "Your Graces, my princes and princesses, House Baratheon is most honored to welcome you within our walls." He says with a measure of formality. "We were most glad to have been able to extend an invitation to some of the neighboring lords and ladies to join in the festivities as well."

"The honor is most decidedly ours, Ser Garon." His Grace responds with a quaint smile. "It is not often we get to visit our kin."

Looking ahead, they note the appearance of 2 younger lads. The first being a boy of decent height with deep, black hair. Given his age, this must be Devan Baratheon, the son of Ser Borys Baratheon. Next to him stands a lad that seems to be quite shorter than him, given his age. Maric Baratheon seems to be the spitting image of his father, Ser Garon.

"Look at you both!" Jocelyn says with excitement as she hugs her cousins. "It feels as if it were yesterday that I had just seen you."

As the Barahteon children reunite, Baelon turns his attention to the stormlords coming to greet their king and queen.

"Lord Boremund was most eager to host us to anticipate your arrival, Your Graces." Lord Lomas Morrigen says to them with a well-learned bow. He and his brother, Ser Gyles, could almost be mistaken for identical twins if seen apart. Within no time, the brothers share an embrace that warms the hearts of those looking on. 

Soon enough, footsteps can be heard in the distance which draws everyone's attention. At four-and-ten, Boremund Baratheon is already what most people imagine when they think of his house: a tall lad with muscles that continue to develop with the time he spends in the training yard, wearing a golden tunic sporting the house sigil, deep black hair and a beard that is growing in slowly, but very nicely. 

The Lord Paramount of the Stormlands does not hide his smile as he opens his arms to embrace his sister. 

"Too long have we been apart, sister!" Lord Boremund says with a laugh. His voice already shows signs of getting deeper. "The gods have been kind to bring you home, even if it is for a short while."

Jocelyn, upon leaving her brother's embrace, has a few tears crawling down her smiling face. She walks beside him as he goes to greet their half-brother and half-sister.

"Your Graces," The young Baratheon lord says after rising from his bow. "It has been too long since we have broken bread with one another. Let us waste no more time." The excitement in his voice is palpable.

"One can only hope you have plenty to feed all of your guests." Alysanne quips, earning a hardy laugh from the young lord who then turns to those around him.

"My sister and cousins have returned to us!" He booms, earning cheers from his bannermen. "This is just cause for celebration! Let us eat, drink, and give thanks to the gods for his fortunate occasion!"

As expected, the elder princes began making fast friends with the sons and nephews of their fellow guests. During the fest, they had already made plans to spar in the training yard as often as they can. They even tried, and failed, to gain leave to ride into the woods beyond the walls of Storm's End. 

The highlight of the evening came when Her Grace had finally revealed that she was, once more, with child. This announcement earned applause from all, especially her half-brother. 

"The gods continue to bless your line, sister!" Lord Boremund had boasted after downing a cup of wine in celebration.

The training yard proved to be a lively place the following morning and young knights and squires passed through, making their daily rounds. As expected, The younger boys were commencing their training on various dummies. Prince Baelon stood nearby as he shared a dummy with Lyonel Estermont, the young heir to Greenstone. The lad is near in height to Aemon, with dirty brown hair and pale green eyes. He seems to have the makings of a knight, especially with the way he strikes at the dummy. Nearby, Prince Aemon shares a dummy with Devan Baratheon. At two-and-ten, the Baratheon boy is already quite sturdy. Some have compared him to his late father, a notion that he finds both complimentary and slightly insulting. He sports the deep black hair of his father, as well as his piercing blue eyes.

"By the way, I did not get the chance to say." Devan says, ceasing his jabs at the dummy. "My congratulations to you on the queen's news."

Both princes smile, turning first to one another before returning their eyes to the young stag.

"Many thanks, Devan." Baelon says. "Here's hoping that it's another boy." He adds, earning a chuckle from his older brother. 

"If the gods are kind, mother will deliver another daughter." A young girl says as she walks closer to the training yard. 

The princes chuckle as they turn to see Alyssa has come to join them. Jonquil Darke follows not far behind her. Both girls have some beads of sweat running down their foreheads. They must have completely another lesson.

"How kind of you to join us, sweet sister." Baelon teases. "Although, our time out here was just concluding. We were going to go explore the godswood."

"Would it interest you to join us, princess?" The heir to Greenstone asks, earning a lopsided grin from the young Targaryen.

"I would be most interested, indeed." Alyssa responds. Fortunately, she is already wearing her leathers. Despite being so young, she has become more fond of wearing these than dresses. 

After being granted leave by Lord Boremund and His Grace, they set off for the godswood. The foliage is quite lush compared to the godswood of King's Landing. 

"All that rain does wonders for the trees." Devan Baratheon remarks upon dismounting his steed. 

Birds can be heard chirping all around. Sunlight manages to pierce through the leaves and branches and shine upon the nobles and royals. 

"It is a shame that Jocelyn could not join us." Aemon says absentmindedly, something his brother quickly notices. Jocelyn and her cousins could not attend as they were aiding the queen in arranging the upcoming women's court. This was set to be the most grand of the royal progress. 

"Have faith, brother." Baelon said, clapping his older brother's shoulder. "You can regale her with tales of our adventure upon your return." 

Aemon snorts and smirks in response, always finding amusement in his brother's teasing. 

"Once we are done here, I must see if you can be granted a tour of the crypt." Devan says, drawing the attention of all around him.

"The crypt?" Lyonel asks. "Why would you wish to see such a grim place?"

"I find it most intriguing to see those who ruled before we did. The Baratheons who ruled before my cousin, as well as the Durrandons who ruled before Orys." Devan responds with curiosity in his tone.

"Have you been down there before?" Baelon asks. 

"Once or twice before I left for Harvest Hall." Devan says. "It is quite an impressive sight, albeit a grim one." He adds, chuckling a bit.

Baelon smirks a bit.

"I can understand that. My brother and I have been given a tour of the crypts of Dragonstone. We have seen the interred remains of our forefathers." His smile grows a bit more. "I even got to see the remains of Lord Baelon Targaryen, the first rider of Meraxes."

Alyssa chuckles upon hearing this.

"He does so enjoy hearing about that particular Targaryen." She teases. "I can't begin to imagine why."

"Oh hush, you." Baelon says with a grin, always enjoying his sister's japes. The Baratheon and Estermont boys chuckle at the antics of the prince and the princess.

The days to come saw the princes make fast friends with the children, nieces and nephews, and young cousins of the stormlords as is to be expected of them. Aemon and Baelon had a natural charisma to them that made attracting new allies quite easy. As the king and queen watched on, they knew in their hearts that the realm would one day be safe with Aemon on the throne and Baelon aiding his brother in whichever way he deemed fit.

Lord Boremund did grant them leave into the crypt provided that Ser Garon acted as their guide. As the eldest Baratheon led them through the torchlit room, he passed along all he new of the former Durrandon kings that rested there. 

"Is this the first time you have seen a crypt, my princes?" Ser Garon asked the eldest Targaryen children.

"Aside from the one on Dragonstone?" Aemon asks. "Yes, I do believe it is. We were not granted leave to see the crypt of Highgarden when we went on the progress of The Reach."

"In all fairness, we were much younger then." Baelon interjects. "Although, I would not have been against such a sight." 

"Ah, yes, Baelon the Brave." Aemon muses, earning an elbow to the arm from his younger brother. 

The tour takes them past the final resting places of the likes of Durran the Fair, Barron the Beautiful, Erich the Unready, and even Argilac the Arrogant. Soon enough, they transition from Durrandon tombs to those of the Baratheons. They fittingly start with Lord Orys, first Lord Paramount of The Stormlands and first Hand to Aegon the Conqueror. 

"There he is." Jocelyn says with an air of reverence in her voice. 

Orys Baratheon's tomb was carved in his likeness. The first Hand of the King is well represented with his long main of hair, thick beard, and broad build. He is seen clutching the pommel of his beloved blade. Such a sight reminds them of the warrior they had learned so much about from their septas; the man who brought down Argilac the Arrogant and brought The Stormlands to heel. He fought beside Aegon the Conqueror against Dorne. Even with one hand, he proved a ferocious warrior as he faced The army of The Vulture King and slew Lord Walter Wyl. One of his sons, Ser Raymont, served King Aenys faithfully on his Kingsguard. 

"A true warrior." Baelon muses with a soft smile at seeing the final resting place of one of his heroes. 

Prince Aemon, standing close to his aunt, looks to her.

"It must be a strange feeling to stand so close to him like this." He quietly says.

"No. Not so much strange as it is..." Jocelyn trails off as she cannot seem to settle on the right word to use.

"I understand." Aemon responds. Baelon carefully watches and notes that their hands are nearly touching. He smiles to himself as he seems to be the only one who notices. 

They next pay homage to the tomb of Lord Davos Baratheon, Orys' eldest son and heir. He fought beside his father against the Dornish and, while he was not as fierce as his father, he still made quite the name for himself on the field of battle. 

However, before they can head to the next set of tombs, Jocelyn stops and appears to be quite hesitant to move forward. 

"Niece?" Ser Garon asks with a concerned look. He bends down to meet the girl at eye-level. They exchange a silent glance, almost as if they are having a silent conversation. 

"There is no shame in not being ready." Garon says. While no tears are welling up, it is clear that Jocelyn is not yet ready to proceed onward.

"Perhaps we should take our leave and let the dead continue their rest." The eldest Baratheon says as he leads them all out. 

The sun is lowering over Storm's end as the week nears its end. The waves crash against the jagged rocks of Shipbreaker Bay. All men know to fear sailing near this body of water. All men know of the graveyard that lies beneath the waves. Even if the water were still, it proves a foreboding sight.

Baelon the Brave takes in the sight from above one of Storm's End's enormous walls. Young men are often naive of danger and think to call it bravery to tempt it. 

"You had better not think of swimming those waters, Baelon." A nearby voice calls out to him, causing the young prince to snicker as he turns to meet it.

"I would never dream of such a thing." Baelon says, a half-truth at best, as he faces his mother. Her Grace is joined by her ever-vigilant sworn shield. During their stay, Baelon had the honor of watching her spar with the likes of Ser Gyles Morrigen and even Ser Garon Baratheon to "test her mettle with true warriors of The Stormlands", in her words. 

Queen Alysanne chuckles as she runs her fingers through her sons hair, joining him to gaze the dark blue waters below. Despite nearing his tenth year, Baelon is nothing if not happy to be near his mother. 

"You and father seem to have finally emerged from Lord Baratheon's chambers." Baelon muses. In truth, The king and queen have been taking up plenty of their half-brother's attention. Whatever they have been discussing of late, it seems to be going quite well. 

"Dare I ask what the topic of conversation was?" The young prince asks.

"All in good time, my son." Her Grace responds, her blue eyes shimmering in the evening sky as she smiles at her brave boy. She had no doubt of Baelon's spirit and knew he would play an active role once Aemon became king. "But, I can assure you, that it is of great importance. Once the time is right, you will learn of it."

Baelon cannot help but groan a little bit. He is capable of being patient, but does not take much joy of it.

"Come, you still have packing to do." Alysanne says, guiding her son into the ancient stronghold. 

"Yes, mother." Baelon obediently responds. 

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70 AC

Rain hammers down on King's Landing under the cover of a dark night. Despite spring proving to be most favorable, that does not stop the rain in the slightest. While the smallfolk take shelter inter their crammed houses, the royal family takes comfort under the strong roofs of the Red Keep and attempts to sleep through it. However, some are finding sleep to be quite the challenge.

Prince Baelon turns this way and that as he tries to sleep through the knocking at his chamber door. He says a short prayer to The Mother to make the knocking cease so that he may return to his sleep. However, this proves to be fruitless as he scurries to the door to make this as quick as possible. He opens the door to find Alyssa in her nightgown as she pushes past him.

"Good evening?" He asks as he doesn't fully process this through his sleepy state.

"Saera will not stop crying." Alyssa says as she crawls into Baelon's bed, something that has become much more frequent since the birth of their newest sister. 

"Why not sleep with Maegelle?" Baelon asks through a yawn. He has never been opposed to sharing a bed with his sister, often enjoying how warm she is. 

"Daella had a bad dream." She responds. Baelon nods as he finds it useless to try to remove his sister from his bed. As soon as he settles in, Alyssa nuzzles into him and smiles.

"You are so very warm, brother." Alyssa mews as sleep begins to claim her. Baelon can feel his heart quicken a bit, even feel a bit of twitching in his body. 

As he has grown older, Baelon has been coming into his body. He has also truly started taking notice of the women at court. Though he is a young man, he is still a prince of the crown. He constantly has to remind himself to remain in control of himself until he is wed. That said, his burning desire seems to burn hotter with his sister. 

He does all he can to keep these thoughts at bay as he drifts off to sleep.

The court is alight with activity. In 68 AC, it was announced that Prince Aemon would take his aunt, Lady Jocelyn Baratheon, to wife. Baelon can still recall catching a glimpse of an interaction between them that was likely meant to be private. He still recalls the smiles they shared and the way she rested her head on his shoulder as they seemed more than pleased with the union. 

This was hardly the first time he noticed such affections budding between them. Next to their parents, Aemon and Jocelyn was Baelon's first example of what love should resemble. Though he would not admit it, he has prayed to The Mother and The Maiden for such a union for himself. 

The young prince still recalls seeing the flock of ravens that left the rookery when the announcement went out to the rest of The Seven Kingdoms. 

"A sea of black feathers." The prince had called it when sparring with Edmure Fossoway. 

Now, as summer was beginning, Baelon does what he can to soothe his brother's worries.

Baelon examines the guest list alongside his brother. His eyes are wide with the amount of houses that will witness the matrimony. 

"Is this all of them?" Baelon asks with a chuckle. 

"Not yet." Aemon says, anxiety tinged in his voice. "We still await word from more of the northern houses and those of the Iron Islands."

Baelon cannot help but be amused at the idea of sharing space with the Greyjoys. He had heard many tales about their ilk since childhood and almost relishes in the idea of facing one in the training yard. 

"I am glad you seem to be enjoying this." Aemon says with slight annoyance.

Baelon pats on his brother's shoulder. His Grace allowed them to examine the list in Aemon's chamber within Maegor's Holdfast. As expected of him, he keeps his own personal library. While it could not hold a candle to that of the royal library of even that of The Citadel, it does house some of Aemon's favorite works. 

"You worry too much, brother." He says as he guides Aemon to set down the list. "Come, I will call for drinks to be sent to us."

Baelon, much like his brother, has taken up to drinking wine and has found to have a taste for Arbor reds. Aemon was the one to teach him how to drink properly, being careful to not get drunk.

After finishing their first cup, Baelon smiles at his brother.

"I can still recall the day the announcement was made." Baelon says, already feeling the effects of the wine. "I can scarce recall a day when you have smiled that much."

Aemon cannot help but give a bashful smile, slightly blushing as he too can remember their parents announcing his betrothal.

"In truth, I did not think it would ever happen." Aemon says to his younger brother. "Part of me was worried that they would betroth me to Alyssa."

Baelon shudders at his mentioning this.

"Spare me." Baelon says in slight disgust.

Aemon chuckles as he refills his goblet.

"Like it or not, it will not be long before mother and father start finding you a match." Aemon says, his head tilts to the side as the wine is affecting him as well. 

"The gods only know who they will pair me with." Baelon jests as he attempts to stand before stumbling, managing to catch himself on his brother's bedframe. 

"Are you well?" Aemon asks with some modicum of sober concern. 

"I will be." Baelon says as he attempts to make his way to the door. "A good walk should do me some good."

Aemon then stands up from his desk, slightly more drunk than his brother. 

"I think not, brother." He says, attempting to coax his brother onto the nearby setee. "I think it would be best for you to spend the night in here. I speak from experience when I tell you that roaming the castle in such a state is a poor idea."

Baelon does indeed recall seeing his brother passed outside of his bed chamber door one night. He helped him back inside after he had drunk too much to celebrate his betrothal.

He nods, relenting to his brother's comfort.

Soon enough, the time had come for the arrival of the royal guests. The numbers were many. Each kingdom had a select number of houses that would be in attendance for the royal wedding. 

Each member of the small council was given leave to consult the matters of travel with their respective houses, vassals and liege lords.

The guests of The Crownlands arrived the earliest. Lord Daemon Velaryon was first to arrive, bringing a generous number of his Velaryon fleet to represent his house. He was soon followed by Lord Clarence Darklyn of Duskendale, Lady Jonquil's own half-brother. Queen Alysanne gave her leave to embrace her family as well as her newest half-brother, Vorian Darke. Soon, the Bar Emmons of Sharp Point, the Celtigars of Claw Isle, the Stokeworths of Stokeworth, the Stauntons of Rook's Rest, the Rosbys of Rosby, and the Masseys of Stonedance would fill out the number of guests from this kingdom.

Next came the guests of The Stormlands, Lord Boremund's party proved the most grand. Seeing as he is the brother of the bride-to-be, it made the most sense. 

"My dear sister!" Boremund boomed upon embracing his sister. "Soon to be the queen!"

He even shirked customs and embraced Prince Aemon.

"And you! I had always prayed for a brother!" He said with a proud smile, earning a chuckle from the silver prince.

His party was bolstered by the likes of the Conningtons of Griffin's Roost, the Fells of Felwood, the Estermonts of Greenstone, the Selmys of Harvest Hall, The Dondarrions of Blackhaven, The Tarths of Evenfall Hall, The Morrigens of Crow's Nest, The Mertyns of Mistwood, The Penroses of Parchments, The Trants of Gallowsgray, The Kellingtons of The Wendwater, the Errols of Haystack Hall, The Bucklers of Bronzegate, and the Cafferens of Fawnton. 

Next join arrive were the guests of The Reach. Martyn Tyrell, His Grace's Master of Coin, and his beloved Florence Fossoway walked alongside Lord Lucas Tyrell and his ever-growing family. Lord Lucas had wed Lady Victaria Rosby and, since their union, they number of children they have stands at 5. It was also recently announced that Lady Victaria was carrying her sixth babe. 

They exuded the glamour and wealth that their house and kingdom has to offer. As a matter of fact, Lord Lucas and his brother had sent correspondences to the king on the food that would be provided. They agreed that any excess that would prove too much would go to the poor of King's Landing. 

They were joined by The Fossoways of Cider Hall and New Barrel, the Tarlys of Horn Hill, the Florents of Brightwater Keep, the Beesburys of Honeyholt, the Ashfords of Ashford, the Cranes of Redlake, the Merryweathers of Longtable, the Oakhearts of Old Oak, the Redwynes of the Arbor, the Webbers of Coldmoat, and even the Hightowers of the Hightower. 

The Hightowers were accompanied by a small party of seven septons sent from the Starry Sept of Oldtown. High Septon Alfyn had written to King Jaehaerys that he had wished to see the union to be blessed by The Seven. So, he meant to see that done in a literal and figurative sense. The royal family had a good chuckle from that. 

"It is a joy to know the High Septon thinks so well of you, father." Princess Maegelle once said.

Next came the guests of The Riverlands. Lord Jared Tully had proven to be a man of grace and wisdom, ruling his vassals fairly. His party was filled with the Freys of The Crossing, The Blackwoods of Raventree Hall, the Brackens of Stone Hedge, the Mootons of Maidenpool, the Darrys of Darry, the Pipers of Pinkmaiden, The Mallisters of Seagard, and the Strongs of Strongfort.

The elder princes made quick friends with many of the sons. The king and queen made sure to have them curtail and budding conflict between the Blackwoods and Brackens. Prince Baelon even invited some of the sons to join him in the training yard the day after the wedding. 

Queen Alysanne was disheartened to receive a missive of declination from Lord Towers. He was mourning the death of his wife and stillborn son when the invitation to the royal wedding was received. Her Grace was even more disheartened upon receiving a similar one from the guest she had most hoped to receive. Rhaena Targaryen has not been seen in the city for decades, one could not fault her for her reasons. For those that know her knew that only pain could be found for her in King's Landing. While The former queen wished the young couple well on their nuptials, she did not state her reasoning for her not being in attendance...not that it had to be given.

Next came the guests of The Westerlands. Lord Norwin Lannister made certain that the splendor of his family was well on display upon their arrival. A wave of gold and red appeared outside the gates of King's Landing the day the Lord of Casterly Rock arrived. 

Princess Alyssa chuckled as their bows were quite close to a curtsy. 

"Gods be good to the young couple." Lord Norwin said in a quite coquettish tone. "And may the gods bless them soon enough with an heir to follow."

This comment made Jocelyn blush and, in turn, made her avoid as much of him as she could.

Their numbers were backed by the Lannisters of Lannisport. Ser Tyrion Lannister, brother to the Lord of Lannisport, was said to be a fine treasurer and was sent over to His Grace to aid in calculating the funds for the wedding celebrations. In addition, they were joined by a number of Westerlands houses: the Braxes of Hornvale, the Westerlings of The Crag, the Leffords of The Golden Tooth, the Crakehalls of Crakehall, the Farmans of Faircastle, the Marbrands of Ashemark, the Reynes of Castamere, the Tarbecks of Tarbeck Hall, and the Turnberrys of The Berry Field.

Next came the lords and ladies of The Vale. Lord Rodrik Arryn, His Grace's justiciar and master of laws, was a most beloved face at court. He took his time to organize his retinue and taking count of the houses that would join him.

"My house and I do hope for your forgiveness, Your Graces." Lord Arryn said, bowing his head before receiving the forgiveness he has hoped for. Though, in truth, none was required. The king and queen knew his lordship well enough to know he was a careful man. Plus, his lady wife and finally delivered unto him a son and heir to The Eyrie

"Hugo is already attempting to speak his first words." Lord Arryn joked.

The Arryns of Gulltown were also in attendance. With them came the Corbrays of Heart's Home, the Belmores of Strong Song, the Hunters of Longbow Hall, the Lynderlys of Snakewood, the Moores of Spearpoint, the Royces of Runestone and The Gates of The Moon, the Tolletts of The Grey Glen, the Waynwoods of Ironoaks, and the Sunderlands of The Three Sisters.

The next retinue to come took quite some time to arrive. This is the one the children have been eagerly waiting to meet. Lord Alaric Stark stood at the helm of his retinue, representing all of The North. Queen Alysanne had always spoken highly of him. Unlike most lords, Lord Stark lives up to the legend surrounding him. The hardened lord of Winterfell seemed every bit like the dire wolf of his banner given flesh. He could truly command respect. If Baelon could read his brother's thoughts, he would believe that Aemon would see him as a great ally to have should he become king. With him came his grandson and heir. Unlike his grandsire, the young Edric seemed hot of blood and eager for revelry. After making acquaintances with the northerners, Edric eagerly accepted Baelon's invitation to join him and other boys in the training yard.

"One cannot truly be a warrior if his skills are even slightly dull." Edric said with a hardy chuckle. 

They certainly did not come alone. House Stark was joined by the Boltons of The Dreadfort, the Reeds of Greywater Watch, the Mormonts of Bear Island, the Glovers of Deepwood Motte, the Umbers of Last Hearth, the Karstarks of Karhold, the Flints of Widow's Watch, the Dustins of Barrowton, the Lockes of Oldcastle, the Manderlys of White Harbor, the Hornwoods of Hornwood, the Cerwyn of Cerwyn, the Whitehills of Highpoint, the Forresters of Ironrath, and the Ryswells of The Rills. 

Amazingly, Alyssa began to make friends with two particular northern girls. Lucinda Bolton, much like the princess, was always seen in her leathers and carried daggers at her side. 

"Growing up in The North, one must learn to survive in any capacity. My father saw in necessary to teach my sister and I as well." She said in a cold, northern tone. 

Barba Reed, the daughter of Lord Ethan Reed of Greywater Watch, bonded with the princess over their shared love of archery and riding. 

"Perhaps, during our time here, would could exchange archery tactics." The Reed girl suggested. The three girls would oft be seen together during their stay. After they left, the princess would oft write to them to maintain contact.

The retinue that, by far, took the longest to arrive would finally dock at the ports. The banner of the golden kraken was unmistakable as Lord Harrigon Greyjoy made his way to the castle to pay tribute to his king, queen, and prince along with his future queen. 

"Long has it been since House Greyjoy met with the dragon of Targaryen." Lord Greyjoy said. He was nearing his sixth decade in life. But, he still seemed a hardy man from a life at sea. If Aemon were wise, he would keep him in mind as an ally. He would also do the same for his two sons, Dagon and Maron. With the kraken of Greyjoy sailed the Harlaws of Ten Towers, the Goodbrothers of Great Wyk (all of them), the Drumms of Great Wyk, the Stonetrees of Harlaw, and the Sunderlys of Saltcliffe.

His Grace did also send invites to House Martell of Sunspear. Tensions with the Dornish have been simmering at best of late and Jaehaerys did hope that this invitation to Prince Morion would aid in building relations with them. However, Prince Morion did send a raven of declination to the king. 

In opposition to that, His Grace did receive audience in the form of representatives from the Iron Bank of Braavos. The wedding also saw the arrival of merchant princes from Volantis and Lys.

Baelon had rarely seen his brother so filled with joy and anxiety. He was about to marry the woman he dreamt of all his life. 

The younger prince sat in the pews alongside his family in the great sept that sat on the top of Visenya's Hill. Smallfolk littered the streets outside, cheering and praying for the young couple. As Jocelyn walked down the aisle, Baelon could swear that Aemon had to keep himself from weeping with joy. Even Baelon had to admit how beautiful she looked in her dress. 

The septon of King's Landing, a man who had been there since His Grace was anointed in Oldtown, performed the ceremony beautifully. The Kingsguard stood by and observed to make sure none would bring harm to the young couple. 

Baelon listened in earnest at each word spoken. Though he was a warrior at heart, he would be remiss to say that he did not imagine what his own wedding would one day be like.

As the young couple kissed, a roar of joy rang throughout the sept. The bells tolled and the streets below were filled with cheers of jubilation. 

"There stands the future of the realm." Ser Gyles Morrigen said in observance. "The Dark Lady and The Pale Prince."

Baelon smiled, knowing that Westeros would soon be under great care with Aemon and Jocelyn. He also knew that, know matter what, he would always be there to aid them.