Chapter 8 : A day at Greywater Watch, and a falls dragon roars

Howland Reed

The Neck – Greywater Watch

(The next day after Aenar's arrival)

"Good morning, husband," Jyana said.

"Morning, love," he replied longingly. 'Today, they would talk with you to start planning with young Aenar to prepare him and reclaim his rightful Throne.' He thought as he stretched himself.

"Well, Lyanna's boy feels unreal. He looks just like her, with her eyes and hair. When he smiles, it's as if she's still around," he said with a smile as he put on his clothes for the day.

"Yes, he does, Howland. I remember Lyanna well. Oh, she was so happy when she felt him kick. She always said he would be a boy. Well, Rhaegar said she would be a girl. How wrong he was. A mother knows. Or at least sometimes they do," Jyana said, remembering with a smile.

At the Tower of Joy, Ned had decided for her to go with him to the Neck to ensure they had another witness in case Aenar decided to press his claim when he became six and ten and was sent here to learn more about his past. But along the way, he fell in love with her, with her brown curls and pale skin. She was heavy with the child when they arrived at the Neck. Later, Greywater Watch married them under the weirwood tree. And three months later, Meera was born.

Meera and Jyana were the apples of his life, and when Ashara and Arthur arrived with little Alysanne, Meera gained a big sister. Three years later, little Jojen completed the family. He was grateful for them every day. A family was brought to him by Lyanna and Aenar. He would be forever grateful to both.

"Come, my love, let's join His Grace for breakfast," he said, taking Jyana by the arm as they left for the main hall. The air was filled with the aroma of baked bread and roasted fish. It was a familiar smell, as fish and other swamp creatures were the main food source for the crannogmen of the Neck.

"Morning to you all," he announced to the hall.

"Morning, Lord Reed and my lady," Aenar greeted. "Morning, Father and Mother," Meera added, and Jojen nodded as they walked in. Hopefully, Jojen would break out of his stoic demeanor. The rest of the table nodded politely as he and Jyana took their seats at the head of the table.

As they started eating, he noticed Aenar chatting happily with his cousin, but there seemed to be something more. On the other hand, Meera appeared almost jealous, as if she also wanted attention from the boy. He shrugged it off for now, hoping the girls and Aenar would be fine.

"Jon, did you sleep well?" he asked the boy.

"Yes, my lord, I slept quite well," Aenar replied. "The room was spacious, larger than the one I had at home. And thank you, my lord, for the desk. I believe it will greatly help when I want to work."

"Well, Jon, I'm pleased to hear that. And please, call me Howland," he said, and Aenar nodded. "As for today, the plans are to discuss future plans and later start training. Perhaps tomorrow, we could begin teaching you about hunting in the bogs."

"That would be a dream. I wish to claim a lizard lion for myself if possible. From what I've seen in the castle, the hide is unique and beautiful. I want to make gifts of it for my siblings," Aenar said, smiling.

"Well, it's possible for you to train first. And yes, with it, you should be able to hunt one," he replied, smiling in return.

"Regarding Greywater Watch, you mentioned yesterday that it has a weirwood tree?" Aenar inquired.

"Yes, we have one behind the main keep. If you go through the gate to the left, you should be able to get there," he answered.

"Very well. I want to visit it, perhaps after training, to find some peace and think," Aenar said. "I would like to join you, Jon, if you don't mind. I want to talk to you about something," Jojen added. They looked surprised at his son. " That should be a problem. I can always use more company," Aenar answered, smiling, and they left it at that.

"So, Harrold and Wylla, how are you adjusting to the change from the sands of Dorne to the wet and colder lands of the Neck?" Aenar asked.

"It's been a great change. I never really got used to the humidity. But you do come to love the place and its nature," Arthur replied, and Ashara nodded in agreement.

"But do you, Alysanne, remember anything of Dorne? Do you remember the purple banners, like your beautiful eyes? Or the scorching rocks of the Red Mountains?" Aenar asked Alysanne, who blushed at his compliment.

"Unfortunately, no. I was born there, but I don't remember it. But I would love to see it one day," Alysanne replied.

"Well, perhaps in the future, we can go there together. I have always wanted to visit Starfall and Dorne, and that was mostly because of Dawn and stories about Ser Arthur Dayne, " Aenar said longingly and gave Arthur a smirk, who looked up a little proud. 'Aenar had left other things unspoke, as he couldn't say out loud, like the fact that part of his brothers and sister's family was from there or that he was born there.' He thought and smiled.

"I would welcome the trip, although you already promised me a trip up North, remember," Alysanne said, and her mother spits up the drink she was having, glaring at Aenar. "Everything all right, Mother? Jon already spoke about things we planned to do yesterday, so I can go with him to Winterfell without gathering suspicion," Alysanne said.

"Well, what might that be? I think we both know you can't just go to Winterfell and say you are the lord's daughter," Ashara said pointedly.

"Well, I'd rather not say, with everyone here, what we have planned. That wouldn't be seemly," Alysanne said, and both she and Aenar blushed, drawing curious looks from the rest. "Oh, is that so, dear daughter? Why not?" Ashara asked sternly.

"Well, my Lady, speaking of such things during our breakfast isn't respectful for the Lady or her family. As some things of the future haven't been properly explained," Aenar said, which caught the entire group's attention except for Jojen, who looked at Meera knowingly instead of looking at them, which Howland found odd.

"Well, Jon, it seems you have something to tell us at the meeting," Ashara said pointedly. "Very well, and I am also not sure what to think of it, keeping in mind that I will always act honorably. It seems to be something to make the future brighter, or at least I hope it will," Aenar said, looking at Alysanne with a happy smile, making his plans clear to Howland, at least.

'Well, it seems another Stark has fallen for a dragon. Looking at my daughter, it seems she also wants a piece. Damn, the girl is only elven when did she grow up.' He shook his head as he thought about it. "What, it's my love," Jyana asked quietly. "Well, it seems a wolf and a lizard have a taste for a dragon," he said, nodding toward his daughter and Alysanne, as he broke a piece of bread and dipped it into butter specially ordered for Aenar since dairy products weren't readily available in the Neck. He savored the taste.

"Well, from what I can tell, our daughter could have chosen a worse match. She is strong and won't let anything happen to herself. She is like Lyanna," Jyana snickered. "I will have a talk with her later and see what she thinks," Jyana added, and he nodded, thanking the old and new gods for her.

"Well, thank you, my love, as it would be an awkward conversation for our daughter. I shall stick to my son and my ward," he said, shaking his head. Looking at Aenar, he saw a Valyrian in all but his hair—purple-grey eyes and perhaps his smile as well, traits he got from Lyanna. From what he remembered, the rest of him was Rhaegar. 'No wonder the girls liked him, although it seemed he was acting honorably, unlike his uncle Brandon. Let's hope he will explain and treat them both with honor, or I will become a kingslayer,' he thought, half amused and dreading the prospect.

"Harold, Aenar, Wylla, Allyn, and Alysanne, will you all come to my solar," he said as the group had eaten their fill. They all nodded, and they got up and followed him. "Meera, I would like to have a chat with you daughter. Come, follow me to your room," Jyana said to Meera. "Of course, Mother, if that is what you wish," Meera answered. "Yes, it is, daughter," Jyana said. Everyone dispersed, and it seemed Jojen went off to the weirwood, which he often did nowadays.

They all walked into his solar, with Ashara walking beside him on his right and Arthur standing to his left. Looking at the two youths, Allyn standing behind and looking amused, Howland spoke to the group after Allyn closed the door. "So, let us begin, shall we, Aenar?" he said. "Yes, now it begins," Arthur said happily. 'Yes, it will, and the world will change forever.' He thought, with dread and hope alike.

"So, pray tell, will you enlighten me on the meaning of your cryptic conversation at the table?" Ashara inquired, her tone pointed. Aenar took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, and responded while locking eyes with Alysanne. "We discussed the possibility of Alysanne visiting Winterfell. However, it became apparent that her presence couldn't be explained away simply as a cousin or a friend, as both would undoubtedly raise suspicions. It is not customary for a woman to travel with a man without a valid reason. If she were to visit Winterfell, she would need a place to reside," Aenar explained, his voice calm yet tinged with underlying tension.

Ashara raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "And what alternative solution have you devised?" she prodded. Aenar cleared his throat, exchanging a glance with Alysanne, their faces flushed with a mix of nervousness and affection. "We have come to the notion that she could accompany me to Winterfell, masquerading as my lover or paramour," Aenar revealed, the words hanging in the air as their implications sank in.

Ashara's eyes widened, her surprise evident. She paused for a moment, contemplating their proposition, before responding. "Well, as long as this arrangement remains nothing more than a charade, I see no immediate issue with it," Ashara said, her voice cautious but accepting.

However, Alysanne hesitated, voicing her reservations. "Mother, I'm uncertain if that is a feasible plan," Alysanne expressed, her words tinged with concern. Ashara fixed her gaze upon her daughter, awaiting an explanation. "And why is that, my dear?" Ashara asked.

"Well, I like Aenar. He is the first person from the outside the Neck who hasn't treated me like dirt," Alysanne said. 'That was true enough. Most people in the Neck didn't really care about bastards, but beyond those borders, they often faced disdain and prejudice, particularly in the wake of the Blackfyre rebellions. Aenar, having experienced his fair share of societal judgment as a bastard himself, was unlikely to perpetuate such discrimination. His compassionate and heartfelt response to the circumstances surrounding Alysanne's birth only solidified Howland's belief in his character. It came as no surprise that Alysanne was captivated by him. She had always been cautious around young men, a lesson her mother had learned through personal experience. Love, even when professed genuinely, couldn't always shield one from heartache,' Howland mused quietly, observing the situation unfold.

"It's my daughter's fate as well. She falls for a Stark, and you are also falling for a dragon. History repeating itself," Ashara murmured, annoyed with a hint of worry. "You, young man, better not take advantage of my daughter, or I promise, I will geld you," Ashara said, pointing at Aenar, who swallowed hard but nodded. "Mother, he won't. I will see to it myself if he doesn't treat me respectfully, as he already did yesterday," Alysanne said, looking at Aenar, whom she gave a kiss on the cheek. Ashara gasped, thinking the worst.

"No, please, daughter, don't say you two haven't," Ashara asked, extremely worried now. "No, Mother, just a kiss, and after he escorted me to my chambers, as a gentleman should," Alysanne said, shaking her head at her mother.

"As for complications, if anything like that were to happen, my Lady, we haven't spoken about it. I wouldn't do anything if Alysanne weren't in agreement with it. But I would discuss that with her privately later, and if she wishes, she will let me know. Regarding that, I have no problem," Aenar said, kissing Alysanne on the cheek as well.

"Very well, daughter. I trust you, and you remember what I have said, Your Grace," Ashara said, not falling in the meaning of the words, as she stared at Aenar, "I won't, my Lady." Aenar answered. "Thank you, Mother, and I will," Alysanne said, looking happy as the tension seemed resolved.

"As for you, Aenar, my daughter seems to have taken a liking to you. I will not have her dishonored or hurt. I would hate to become a kingslayer," Howland said, interjecting into the conversation. Aenar nodded understanding and replied, "I wouldn't even think of it. As for your daughter, I would treat her with the same respect and care I would show Alysanne. I am honored by her presence." Howland nodded in approval, satisfied with the response.

"I didn't think you thought otherwise, but let's move on to the more difficult part of this meeting: getting you on the Throne, or at least as far as we know, that's what you want. Is that correct?" Howland asked Aenar, getting straight to the point.

"Yes, that's correct. However, I feel that my path will take me North and East first before I can focus on restoring my house and reclaiming the Throne," Aenar answered. "We have been discussing some plans, Arthur and I. For instance, marriage alliances and how to secure funding. We have also considered spreading rumors about your existence," Howland added.

At the mention of marriage alliances, Aenar's face turned a deep shade of red, indicating that he already had something in mind or was simply embarrassed at the prospect of marriage.

"Well, Allyn, if you may, please bring both of the chests from my chambers to me. I have some contents that will be helpful in our discussions," Aenar requested Allyn, who nodded and walked out of the door to retrieve the chests.

"As you all know, except for Alysanne and Ashara, I started having prophetic dreams or visions when I turned twelve. They revealed certain things to me, including my true parentage, which I would have never known otherwise," Aenar explained after Alyn had left.

"In one of these dreams, a voice spoke to me and mentioned that form me would spring new houses in Old Valyria and would have multiple marriages. As well as the prophecy of the dragon has three heads. I'm one, and the other is Dany, but the last one has yet to be revealed. As for marriages, I have already made one arrangement to connect myself to North. I want to show I'm one of them, although I'm. But they would not just accept a Targaryen prince, so either Arya or Sansa would marry me." Aenar explained, and he then looked toward Alysanne.

"As for you, my dear Alysanne, I can't marry you, as Seven Kingdoms would accept a queen born out of wedlock," Aenar said as he held her hand and looked at her with some sadness.

Ashara, not too pleased, said, "So, just like that, you would have multiple wives?" Alysanne, looking disappointed, added, "Aenar, what about me? I will just be your lover and have your bastards be shamed like my mother." She asked, clearly hurt.

Aenar paused for a moment, ashamed of what he had said. "No, of course not, darling. How do I say this? They would be wonderful children for a new house, a house free of shame, where no one would ever dare to disgrace the house of the dragon."

Realizing the weight of Aenar's words, Alysanne's eyes filled with tears. "So, I'm just a broodmare to you? Is that why you kissed me?" she asked, her voice laced with hurt. Ashara's expression changed rapidly, and her concern grew.

"No, of course not! Never! You are in my heart, Alysanne, even after just one day. I would never cast you aside, not even for a wife. You would be the mother of a house of the dragon, something even my own family couldn't achieve. You would be held in the highest regard, without shame, and showered with all the love you deserve," Aenar reassured her, his words filled with reverence. He held her hand tightly and kissed her deeply, a display of affection visible to all.

Ashara, sitting on a small couch nearby, served as a physical barrier between the two. "Well, Aenar, I need time to think about this, but I can see you care for me. It wasn't a superficial kiss yesterday or this one," Alysanne said, her tears drying as she smiled and wiped them away. Aenar kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with love and devoid of lust.

"I understand, Alysanne. I will always be there for you, even if we aren't together in the traditional sense." Aenar said, smiling warmly at her.

The door opened, and the first chest was brought into the room. "Thank you, Allyn," Aenar expressed his gratitude, and Allyn nodded before leaving to retrieve the second chest.

Not much later, Allyn entered the chamber, his face flushed from the exertion of carrying the second, weightier chest. "Ah, the second chest," Aenar remarked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "This is why I spoke of new houses of the dragon." Eagerly, he opened the chest to reveal four dragon eggs nestled within. The sight was nothing short of awe-inspiring. One egg boasted a fiery red hue with stark black stripes, while another shimmered with shades of orange and red-yellow. The third egg displayed regal purple tones intertwined with silver and white streaks, and the fourth exhibited a captivating blend of green, brown, and copper.

He asked, "I suppose you'll have to consider to try and hatch them?" Aenar responded, "Yes, but first, I must find the black one, the lone dragon trapped in stone. After that, I can hatch them with fire and blood."

Intrigued, he asked, "Do you know where this black dragon of stone might be?" Having dragons on their side would be an immense advantage for their cause. Aenar explained, "The voice in my dream spoke of delving into my history to find him. It mentioned that he lies where people are known for his name, given his insatiable hunger. Also, when I spoke with Dany last night, I heard a thunderous roar on Dragonstone. Perhaps I will find out more. Perhaps with these clues, we can uncover something." 'A black dragon is known by the name of his hunger, and people are known for his name, " he had some musing, but he had looked in one of his books about the Targaryen's to help confirm his suspicions.

He remarked, "Well, it seems we all have some reading to do." The others in the room nodded in agreement. Aenar had secured books about dragons and the Targaryens; some had also been brought from Winterfell.

Aenar continued, "In letters from my father, mother, and Princess Elia, they mentioned that the Iron Bank and Dragonstone hold vaults to be opened for the rightful heir. These vaults can only be accessed by the blood of the rightful heir," Aenar explained, a touch of sadness in his voice when Elia's name was mentioned.

Arthur said, "We should send some people to Braavos to seek out funds. It makes sense that gold and valuables would still be in the Iron Bank or other banks. House Targaryen would never have placed all their wealth in the vault in the capital."

Agreeing, he added, "The crown must have had ledgers or records of the vaults in Essos. There's a good chance they tried to gain access to the funds but encountered a blood lock. Until you and your heir were dead, they wouldn't have been able to access the Dragonstone and Iron Bank vaults. As for what's hidden at Dragonstone, it remains a mystery unless we have someone skilled in disguise and knowledge of Stannis Baratheon's works to enter the castle. Or it has to wait until it's retaken."

'Perhaps the houses on the Blackwater Bay could assist them with that endeavor,' he mused. He continued, "Perhaps we could align the houses on Blackwater Bay with our cause in retaking Dragonstone in the future. House Velaryon, Celtigar, and Bar Emmon are our main candidates." He said.

"As for the other loyalists, Darry Darkyln in Crownlands and Tyrells may align with us through a strategic marriage alliance. They have a daughter, slightly younger than you, Aenar, who could potentially be considered. The same applies to the Martells, although their resentment towards you because of your mother and father and their involvement in the tragic events that befell your siblings and Elia may pose a challenge." He ended.

Aenar suggested they take time to assess all the information discussed and reconvene the next day to formulate a plan. He decided to leave the chest with the letters and documents there but insisted on keeping the dragon eggs with him, as he didn't want to be separated from his "siblings." This statement elicited an odd look from the group, and Aenar chuckled, realizing he had forgotten to explain. "I apologize. I forgot to mention," Aenar said, chuckling. "Well, my sister and older brother have unfortunately passed away, but part of their spirit remains within two of these dragon eggs." Aenar pointed to the red egg with black stripes and the one with orange and red-yellow stripes, with a mix of remorse and happiness evident on his face. 'The eggs represented their houses, Martell and Targaryen, ' he thought with a chuckle.

"Arthur and Howland, if you would both be willing to stay longer before everyone disperses for the day, I have some questions about my mother. As we discussed yesterday at dinner," Aenar suggested, and Arthur and Howland nodded in agreement. The rest of the party acknowledged the plan, and Allyn returned the chest with the dragon eggs to Aenar's room.

Once seated again, he and Arthur patiently awaited Aenar's inquiries. "I would truly like to learn more about how it all began. Even my father couldn't provide many details about the events at Harrenhal aside from what we already know. Also, it seems he forgot to mention that he fell in love with Ashara. No wonder he is always so harsh towards anyone who speaks ill of her. Considering how she is with Alysanne, I would consider myself fortunate," Aenar stated, a smile playing on his lips. Arthur's smile mirrored Aenar's at the mention of his sister.

"Thank you, Aenar, for your kind words. I'm sure my sister would appreciate hearing them," Arthur replied. He then began to recount the tale, his face lighting up as he reminisced. "Well, it all began after your mother saved me from three squires who were tormenting me. They were calling me names like 'frogman' and 'bog devil' and decided to beat me up. Your mother intervened and defeated all three of them with her sword," he said, a smile of gratitude spreading across his face as he recalled the memory.

"My mother defeated three squires, much like Arya, it seems. My father did mention it," Aenar exclaimed with a smile. He continued, recounting the events of the feast. "Afterward, I met your three uncles in their tent, and they provided me with suitable garments no longer soiled with mud. I was able to attend the feast. Brandon escorted Lady Catelyn while Eddard and I followed behind. Robert escorted your mother into the feast. During the night, Robert drank and took liberties with serving maids. At one point, Brandon approached Lady Ashara on behalf of the reserved wolf, Eddard. By the end of their dance, they appeared quite taken with each other. As the evening drew to a close, Rhaegar sang 'Jenny of Oldstones' to the crowd. Your mother left in tears after his performance," he recounted, a wistful smile on his face as he recalled the blissful atmosphere of that time.

"The next day, Benjen and I helped prepare her for the tournament. She was unwell after the previous night's feast but was determined to participate in the joust. Disguised as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, she defeated the knights of the squires who had beaten me. Instead of demanding a ransom, she requested that the defeated knights teach their squires the ways of honor. I was avenged and will forever be grateful to your mother for that act. However, your mother fled when King Aerys demanded the Knight's identity, suspecting a conspiracy against him due to his paranoia. Then, your father saw in her what you see now—a good woman with a great heart. After he found out she was the Knight of the laughing tree, she told me Rhaegar let her go." He concluded that his part of the Harrenhal tale was closing.

"I am incredibly proud to call her my mother, a woman of virtue and compassion. Jeyne Oldstones is actually the song I sang the first time for her as well. At her tome, the day I left for Greywater, Lord Stark told me that part of the tale as well," Aenar expressed, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes shimmered with tears.

"Indeed, she was, well it seemed you are father-like son," Arthur concurred, a smile gracing his face. "As Howland said, Rhaegar was sent to hunt down the Knight of the Laughing Tree. When we found them, we discovered Lyanna as well. Your mother and father fell for each other almost immediately. He saw in her the same goodness and kind heart that you see. She was the reason for his transformation. His melancholy vanished whenever he was in her presence. Looking back, I now wonder if their connection and Lyanna's as the Knight of Laughing Tree was why Rhaegar crowned her. Elia showed no outrage or objection, so she probably knew what would happen. Elia, Ser Gerold Hightower, and I witnessed their first wedding on The God's Eye. Later, their union was formally recognized by the High Septon, though that occurred in Dorne, under the eyes of the Seven." Arthur concluded his part of the Harrenhal tale.

"Thank you both for sharing these details with me. At first, I was shocked when I discovered the truth. I believed myself to be a product of rape due to all the stories surrounding Robert's usurpation. I shall no longer refer to it as Robert's Rebellion; it was the usurpation of my family, nothing less. Jon Arryn, the fat usurper, and Hoster Tully perpetuate all lies. But through my reading and the accounts you and my father have provided, I now know the truth: they were in love, and with her supposed abduction, and together with my grandfather and uncle's death, the usurpers declared a rebellion." Aenar declared, and both he and Arthur nodded in agreement.

"That's true, and I hope that answers many of your questions." He questioned Aenar, who nodded in agreement and stood up. "Come, Arthur, I wish to train with Blackfyre," Aenar said with a mischievous grin on his face. Arthur returned the smile, and the two of them left the room. He heard Arthur murmur to himself, "So, Lya, he is your son indeed."

Alysanne Sand

Greywater Watch

She stood before the mirror in her chambers, carefully examining her reflection. Her fingers brushed against the padded fabric of the clothing she had chosen for her sparring session—a practical choice that allowed her greater freedom of movement and some padding for protection. Her emotions were a blend of happiness and somberness, stirred by Aenar's revelations. At first, fear had gripped her heart—the fear of being used, of becoming just another pawn in the game of power. But as she gazed into his eyes and felt the warmth of his kiss on her lips, a different sensation coursed through her veins.

It was a feeling she had experienced before, the first time their lips had met. It was a connection that transcended the titles and constraints of society, a bond that went deeper than any label. Alysanne pondered his proposal, knowing that accepting it would pave the way for her future—a future that no other bastard could dare to dream of. She would become more than just a shameful child; she would become a blood mother to a new great house, one of the dragons.

Belief in Aenar's claim had taken root within her, fortified by the existence of the dragon eggs he possessed. They were undeniable proof of his ambitions and plans. Yet, deep within her heart, there lingered uncertainty. Did she want to be merely a paramour, as he had described her? Could she find contentment in a role that defied conventional expectations? Alysanne knew that even his future wife or wives would not be able to sever the bond they shared, or so he had promised in his own way.

She was determined to speak with her cousin later, privately, making sure that the promise could not be broken, or he would incur the gods' wrath, as well as herself, her mother, and her father, she hoped. She thought of the repercussions intently.

She walked out of her room and made her way to the training yard. Aenar was already there, sparring with her uncle. Aenar was using a greatsword, and the blade itself was magnificent. The patterns on the blade danced as their weapons clashed, and Aenar's blade chipped Arthur's two dual-wielding blades as Arthur blocked an attack. He didn't have Dawn, the bastard blade of their house, as taking it would draw attention, and her father would come under investigation for aiding Aenar.

"Hello, Meera," she said to the girl who was her younger sister. She watched Arthur and Aenar's spar, surprised at how Aenar was giving Arthur a run for his money. Her cousin was good, and it surprised her that he could lift the greatsword. "Ali," Meera replied with a smile. "Are you ready for archery and some spear sparring?" Meera asked while continuing to watch the spar. After a successful block, Arthur took the offensive, and Aenar struggled to parry. After four consecutive attacks, he missed a parry, and Arthur slashed Aenar's right arm. With the deterioration of the slash, Arthur took advantage and kicked Aenar's right foot hard, causing him to fall.

Arthur placed his sword at Aenar's throat. "Yield?" Arthur asked with a grin on his face, a grin he usually reserved for her or her mother. "Yes, sir. It was a good fight. You'll have to help me learn to dual-wield," Aenar grinned. "I haven't had a spar like that in a while, Jon. Thank you for using your ancestral blade. It seemed natural to you. Did you practice much with a greatsword before?" Arthur asked Aenar. "Not much, mostly. It was a longsword or bastard sword with a shield. Sometimes a greatsword, but not often. It seems the blade was made for it, though," Aenar said and winked at Arthur, who laughed and said, "Yes, very true. In a few years, you can most likely beat me. I think it would be good if you learned how to joust. Perhaps write to your uncle to prepare a ground at Winterfell. It will be good for you to go south, to showcase your skill and be known in the world," Arthur said, and Aenar nodded in agreement.

"So, up for a spar, Ali?" Meera asked again, pulling her out of her focus on Aenar and Arthur. "Yes, I need to let out some energy. Let's pick up a buckler and one of your frog spears. I'll show these boys how to play with a stick," she said with a grin, and Meera chuckled at her implication.

She and Meera faced each other in the training yard, blucker shields raised and frog spears poised for combat. The sun beat down on them, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. A mix of excitement and determination filled the air as they prepared to spar.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched Meera's focused expression. With her agile movements and natural talent, Meera was known for her combat prowess. She knew she would have to give her all to stand a chance against her skilled opponent.

Meera wasted no time, lunging forward with a swift strike of her frog spear. She reacted quickly, raising her blucker shield to block the blow. The impact reverberated through her arm, but she stood her ground, determined not to falter.

She seized the opening and launched her own attack, thrusting her spear towards Meera's side. But Meera's reflexes were lightning-fast as she swiftly sidestepped, narrowly evading the strike. Alysanne admired her opponent's agility, even as she prepared for Meera's counterattack.

The spar continued with a flurry of strikes and parries, each girl testing the other's defenses. Meera's movements were fluid and precise, and her strikes landed with calculated accuracy. Alysanne fought with determination, countering Meera's attacks to the best of her ability.

But as the spar wore on, she struggled to keep up with Meera's speed and skill. As she always did, she was a natural. Meera's strikes were too fast, and her defenses were too solid. Her muscles grew weary, and fatigue began to set in.

Meera broke through her defenses with one final, well-executed feint, landing a decisive blow against her shield. She stumbled backward, her grip slipping, and her shield fell. It was a clear victory for Meera.

Breathing heavily, she looked at Meera with exhaustion and admiration. She could feel a sense of disappointment wash over her, but her respect for Meera's abilities overshadowed it.

"You fought brilliantly, Meera," She managed to say between breaths. "Your skill with the blucker shield and frog spear is truly exceptional. A true, Crannogmen,"

Meera smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Thank you, Ali," she replied, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You put up a good fight, too. Your determination and resilience are commendable. A true Northern sprite, and I suppose a hard Dornish as well"

As she retrieved her shield and spear from the ground, she couldn't help but feel a sense of motivation. Meera's victory had ignited a fire within her, pushing her to train harder and hone her skills. She knew that she still had much to learn, but with Meera as her sparring partner and inspiration, she was confident in her ability to improve. To make her like the warrior of the North and Dorne alike.

As they took some drinks after the spar, Arthur and Aenar approached, their expressions filled with admiration. Her heart skipped a beat as she caught a glimpse of Aenar's eyes on her, and she couldn't help but blush. 'Dam the man, for his eyes.' She thought with a shiver.

"Well done, Meera," Arthur said, his voice filled with pride. "You continue to impress us all with your talent. And Alysanne, you fought valiantly. Your determination is commendable. A true, Dornish at heart." Arthur said and gave her a bright smile.

Aenar nodded in agreement, a twinkle of admiration in his eyes. "Both of you showed incredible skill and tenacity," Aenar said, his voice warm. With the smile she was so used to now. "It's an honor to have a spar with you both, and your future opponents better fear you." Aenar finished.

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of joy and embarrassment. The praise from Arthur and Aenar meant a great deal to her and fueled her desire to become even stronger. The spar had let the stress out of her, and seeing Aenar look at her, she knew it wasn't a false one.

"So Meera, are you up for a spar? I am curious about my spear skills. But seeing the both of you, I'm going to get my ass kicked." Aenar said with a chuckle. "Sure, I would see you up close, Jon," Meera said, licking her lips. With the same look, she gave him when they were alone.

"Very, well, my lady, let's dance," Aenar said with a smirk and picked up a frog spear and a blucker from the weapon racked.

Her heart raced as Meera and Aenar faced off, their spears poised for combat. The tension in the air was palpable, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the impending clash.

Aenar made the first move, lunging forward with rapid strikes. Meera gracefully evaded each one, her movements fluid and precise. She countered with swift, calculated jabs, her spear finding its mark with pinpoint accuracy. She marveled at her friend's agility and skill, and her admiration mingled with a hint of envy.

Aenar, undeterred by Meera's counterattacks, grinned mischievously. "You're gracefully on your feet, Meera, as you are beautiful," he remarked, his voice laced with flirtation. "But don't think you've won just yet. "Aenar said and smirked at Meera the entire time.

A blush crept onto Meera's cheeks, her usually composed demeanor faltering momentarily. She flashed a coy smile at Aenar. "Oh, Aenar, you're just trying to distract me with those charming words. But I'm not one to be swayed so easily," Meera said back, trying to sound as if she didn't like it, but her blush made it evident she did very much.

Aenar chuckled, his eyes locked on Meera's with a mixture of admiration and playfulness. "You're right, Meera. My words are no match for your skill. But it's hard not to be captivated by your grace on the training field." Aenar said gracefully.

Their banter added electrifying energy to the spar as if their unspoken connection fueled their every move. Meera's footwork was a dance of finesse as she weaved in and out, exploiting every opening. Aenar tried to match her speed and precision, but his inexperience in spear combat became increasingly apparent. She wasn't sure if she was jealous of it or not. As she had a boned with him, form in a day as well.

With a quick feint, Meera expertly baited Aenar into an overextension. She swiftly sidestepped his attack, maneuvering behind him. She tapped his blucker shield in one fluid motion, signifying a successful strike.

She couldn't help but cheer inwardly for Meera's victory. She admired her friend's ability to stay calm and composed, even in the heat of battle. Meera effortlessly exploited her opponent's weaknesses, which is a testament to her skill and strategic thinking.

As the spar concluded, she approached Aenar, her eyes shining with admiration. "Well fought, Jon," she praised. "Your skill isn't half be for somehow is new to the ways of the spear." She said as she took one of his arms in hers.

Aenar's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and he bashfully lowered her gaze. "Thank you, Alysanne," Aenar replied, her voice tinged with a sense of modesty. "I did some work on at Winterfell, as well as watching you both. I couldn't really make a fool in front of two lovely ladies, could I?" Aenar said, and she blushed, as did Meera, who chuckled.

Just then, Howland Reed made his way towards them, a knowing smile on his lips. "A splendid performance, Meera and Jon." he commended, his voice filled with paternal pride. "Your skill with the spear continues to impress. I never was much of a fighter, but you have the skill of a true warrior maiden," Howland commented.

Meera bowed respectfully to her father, her blush still evident on her cheeks. "Thank you, Father. Your guidance and training have been invaluable."

Howland's gaze shifted to Aenar, his eyes gentle and encouraging. "And you, Jon. Your commitment to honing your skills is commendable. I suppose you will give Meera a real spar in the future. She is a lot like your mother, really." Howland said smiling

Aenar nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Howland. I won't rest until I've become the warrior I strive to be. To make my family proud. "Aenar said, and he looked happy. 'It seemed he never really got much encouragement. Did her father reject him? Or not, treat like a son. Perhaps he wanted to. For how Aenar spoke Lady Starks name, she wasn't the most amicable person toward him.' She wondered, and fear crept up inside her.

"Yes, father, Jon has some skill with the spear, but he was very good with the greatsword," Meera commented. "He is, but he will train more to hone his skills to be a true master. Now, enough talking, let's get to the archery lessons," Arthur said. He put his longsword away in the weapons rack and picked up a couple of bows and vambraces from the small armory of Greywater Watch.

"Theon, the Greyjoy hostage, was the best archer I knew in Winterfell. He was an arrogant ass—very prideful. He disliked me the moment he met me. He liked Robb well enough and did not have the best influence on him. Soon enough, Robb called me a bastard for the first time. I cried then and ran into the Wolfwood. I returned the next day, and Robb apologized, seeing he had hurt me. So, I would love to improve my archery to bring some humility to Theon. Let's begin," Aenar recalled, and there was a hint of disdain and determination in his voice.

She observed as Aenar drew the bowstring back, his arrow poised to be released. He had shown promise in archery at the beginning of the lesson, but his shots were consistently off the mark. It seemed like something was distracting him, pulling his attention away. Alysanne felt a mix of concern and determination, wanting to help him regain his focus. 'Let's see if I can have that effect on him,' she mused.

As Aenar prepared to release the arrow, she made a split-second decision. She moved swiftly towards him, closing the distance between them. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips against his, delivering a gentle but firm kiss that surprised him. It lasted only briefly before she pulled back, her eyes meeting his.

Aenar blinked in astonishment, his hand still holding the bowstring, his arrow forgotten. His mind seemed to momentarily clear as he processed what had just happened. Alysanne looked at him intently, hoping her impulsive act had achieved its intended effect.

"Focus, Aenar," she said softly, her voice filled with encouragement and affection. "Clear your mind and trust your instincts. You have the skill, but sometimes we all need a little reminder."

Aenar's gaze met hers, and a faint smile graced his lips. The distraction that had plagued him seemed to disappear, replaced by a renewed determination. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and released the arrow. It soared through the air, hitting the target precisely, much closer to the bullseye than his previous attempts.

Alysanne felt a surge of pride and relief. Her impulsive act had served its purpose. She had helped Aenar focus again, reminding him of his capabilities. She knew that he wanted to make his family proud in his heart, and she wanted to support him in that journey. Meera and Howland looked at her oddly, but it seemed they agreed after Aenar improved.

As the archery lesson continued, Aenar's shots improved significantly. His aim became more consistent, and he displayed a newfound confidence in his abilities. Alysanne watched him with admiration, knowing she had played a small part in helping him regain his stride.

Later, when the lesson ended and they had put their bows away, Alysanne and Aenar found a moment alone. She looked at him, a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

"I hope that kiss helped," she said, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

Aenar chuckled, his gaze filled with gratitude. "It did more than help, Alysanne. It reminded me of what truly matters and where my focus should lie. Thank you," he said, smiling.

"Jon, shall we go to your chambers after dinner so we can talk privately?" she asked, realizing she had wanted to discuss it before dinner, but Aenar had to go to Jojen at the gods' wood, so she didn't want to keep him. "Of course, I would have now, but I still have an appointment with Jojen. I suppose we can sit together at dinner if you'd like, my Lady," he answered playfully.

"Yes, I would like that, Jon," she said happily. Aenar bowed to her and left to find Jojen at the gods' wood. She watched him pass through the gate that led out of the courtyard. 'Let's hope tonight will bring me peace of mind,' she thought. It had only been two days, but she already felt she couldn't do without him anymore, as if they were becoming a family or something more.

Dinner, with laughter and some leftovers from yesterday's feast, proceeded as usual. Aenar spoke with her more about the North itself and her half-siblings. Most of them, she thought, she could get along with just fine, as she had with Jon. However, she worried about Sansa and Lady Stark. They weren't the most welcoming to bastards, unfortunately. But Aenar didn't harbor resentment toward Sansa; she was just a child trying to make her mother proud. Alysanne couldn't blame her, as she would likely have done the same for her mother. She was always there for her, so maybe she would have reacted similarly to the rest of her half-siblings.

Ultimately, she and Aenar excused themselves and made their way to his chambers. This time, they were followed by Arthur, who seemed to be on guard duty for the night. Arthur and Allyn seemed to have made arrangements.

"Come in, my lady," Aenar said playfully as he opened the door and nodded to Arthur, who gave him a stern look that spoke volumes. Aenar mouthed back a response as if to say, "It will all be okay." Alysanne smiled as she watched the exchange.

"So, have you been able to think about it, my star?" he asked as they sat down on the bed. She nodded in response. "Yes, I have. Honestly, I was terrified after what you told me earlier. I was worried that I had almost fallen into the same fate as my mother, falling for a man who couldn't love me back or would set me aside when the time came. Although my father wasn't aware of me and was forced into his marriage with Catelyn, he most likely wouldn't have married her if he knew my mother was pregnant," she explained breathlessly.

"But kissing you in the yard and hearing your words and seeing your loving and caring nature, I realized you would never abandon me or treat me dishonorably. I want to be with you, even after just two days of knowing each other. I can't separate myself from you anymore. I feel some sort of pull for you," she confessed. Aenar responded with a deep kiss on her lips, and she eagerly opened up for him. Their tongues danced with each other, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan between kisses. Her hands found their way around his neck, and they continued to kiss. His hand held her gently at her back.

He broke off the kiss and looked at her longingly. "I would never abandon you or treat you with disrespect, my star. I believe the voice said it would find a fallen star, and it seems I did. I found three, although I like to think that I, in turn, mend you, Alysanne," he said, smiling at her.

"Well, I'm delighted the voice woke you up. I don't think I could bear being here now without you, waiting another three years. I want to be with you," she said, and he greeted her words with another passionate kiss. He guided her down onto the bed, their bodies intertwined. As he kissed her, his hands traveled down her body, caressing her. She felt warm, happy, and safe in his arms and knew he felt the same.

"Are you all right?" he asked, looking into her eyes as he lay on top of her.

"Yes, very much so. I'm as happy as I've ever been," she said, smiling, and he kissed her Neck in response, causing her to let out a small moan that made her body tingle. She felt his arousal against her legs and blushed in response. "What... it's my star?" he asked, smiling.

"Oh, nothing. Just something," she replied innocently.

"Well, much as I would love to see more of you, you are beautiful, especially when you blush," he said, smirking. "Me too. You're also very handsome," she said as he broke off the kiss.

"Well, let's see if you like the Lord's Kiss. If you would allow me to explore your body more thoroughly," he said with a smirk.

"Well, I allow you, my dragonwolf," she replied, and as she did, he moved down her body, his hand lightly touching one of her breasts. She felt him lifting her skirt and slowly removing her smallclothes. "What are you..." she tried to speak, but she felt his warm breath on her intimate area, and a second later, he began kissing and licking her. It felt divine, far better than the kisses on her neck or mouth, and she couldn't help but let out a moan as his tongue pleasured her sensitive nub. "Aenar," she moaned his name, gripping the bed sheets until she was overcome with pleasure.

He approached her face and kissed her, her taste lingering on his lips. "Did you enjoy the Lord's Kiss, my star?" he asked, smiling. How could she even answer that? "That was divine, my love," she said, kissing him again. 'my love, Did she love him after two days?' She mused.

"Hmm, my love? Well, I love you too. As my love commands, I shall do it more in the future. But I think we have tortured your uncle enough," he said with a wide smirk, and she felt her cheeks flush. "Oh, by the gods," she gasped.

"Yes, you were very pleased, my star," he said with a chuckle. "Come, my lady, we have more time to enjoy each other in the future," he said as he stood up from the bed. He offered her his hand, and she adjusted her undergarments and straightened her dress. "Come," he said, and she took his arm. "You're an idiot," she said playfully.

"Well, I'm yours," he replied, kissing her cheek before opening the door. "Arthur, I'm to escort the lady to her chambers," Aenar said, his tone playful, but she couldn't bring herself to look at her uncle, unsure of what he might have heard.

"Well, here we are, my Lady. Have a good night," Aenar said, kissing her on the lips before opening the door for her.

"You too, my love," she said, walking into her room and falling into her bed, feeling happy and content. She thought of the bright future ahead with her dragonwolf.

Daenerys Targaryen

(Myr)

'Her life had changed for the better; her daily routine wasn't much different, but her dreams filled her with hope. The conversation with Aenar had been wonderful and lovely, and it had happened three weeks ago. What it was, it hadn't granted them a chance to see each other again. But the memory of her first kiss filled her with hope. She also had contact with a man who didn't repulse her like her brother sometimes did. The memory of her brother touching her and saying, "You will be my bride, sister, and you will give me an heir," before he became hateful, always made her shiver. But now, knowing Aenar was out there, she hoped he would save her. She hadn't spoken with Viserys about Aenar since that first time, knowing she could wake the dragon full well. She went about her days in Myr with those hopes. Soon enough, they would have to leave again, as the magister wouldn't be generous forever, as long as there wouldn't be any opportunity for damnation. So far, there weren't any.' Her thoughts were interrupted as her brother opened the doors of her chambers.

"Daenerys, how have you been? Magister Lyrco has brought you this gift," Viserys said, holding out a black silken dress. "He wishes you to wear it tonight at dinner to discuss possible plans to retake my Throne. Perhaps he hopes for you to be his bride, pure Valyrian beauty," he said, laying the dress down on her bed. Returning from the balcony, he added, lifting the upper part of her body's dress. "Come, let me look at you. Perhaps I will give you to him if he has a genuine plan." He placed a hand on her curves, making her recoil and shiver. She couldn't help but think about how safe Aenar made her feel in his arms. "You are starting to show. Your breasts are coming out," he said, caressing one. "Bathe before tonight. I will have you not disappointed today. You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" His gaze pierced into her eyes as he dug his nails into her right arm. "No, brother," she pleaded softly.

"Now, bath and dress. Dinner will be ready in three hours," Viserys declared, his voice filled with a self-assured tone. With a dismissive gesture, he walked away, leaving Daenerys in the care of two slave girls who had been summoned to assist her.

She let her head hang, her heart heavy with the weight of her brother's words and actions. As the slaves began to unfasten her garments delicately, she closed her eyes, attempting to find a moment of solace amidst the chaos that surrounded her. The touch of their hands was gentle, but she couldn't shake off the lingering feeling of violation from her brother's earlier encounter.

The slave girls helped her step into the awaiting bath, warm water embracing her tired body. Daenerys immersed herself, letting the liquid soothe her troubled mind. Within these moments of solitude, she found a temporary respite from the world that sought to control her.

As the water caressed her skin, she couldn't help but let her mind drift to the dreams she had shared with Aenar. In those ethereal moments, he had offered her a glimpse of a future free from her brother's tyranny. A future where she could forge her own destiny and be treated with love and respect.

Though she knew Aenar existed solely in her imagination, he had become a beacon of hope, guiding her through the darkest of nights. His presence in her dreams was a reminder that amidst the cruelty of her reality, there was still a flicker of light that refused to be extinguished.

Reluctantly, she emerged from the bath, her body enveloped in a soft towel. The slave girls dried her with care, their eyes avoiding any direct contact as they dressed her in the black silken gown that had been laid out for her. The delicate fabric slid over her skin, hugging her curves, but she couldn't help but feel a tinge of resentment towards the dress, a symbol of her manipulation and objectification.

As the final adjustments were made, she stood before the mirror once again, her reflection now adorned in the finery of her oppressors. Her gaze met her own, a fierce determination burning within her eyes. She would face the upcoming dinner with strength, using whatever power she could muster to protect her dreams and desires. 'A future perhaps with her nephew.' Her stomach fluttered at the thought.

With a deep breath, she left her chambers, flanked by the two slave girls who had attended to her. The weight of her brother's words still hung heavy in the air, but she was determined not to let them break her spirit. Tonight, she would navigate the treacherous dance of power, even as she clung to the distant memories of her dreams, hoping they would become a reality one day.

As she descended the grand staircase, her footsteps echoing through the halls, Daenerys could hear the commotion and laughter from the dining hall. The aroma of exotic spices and roasted meats wafted through the air, enticing her senses. She steeled herself, ready to face the uncertainties beyond those doors.

Upon entering the lavishly decorated dining hall, she spotted her brother seated at the head of the table, his silver-blond hair catching the light. Magister Lyrco, a portly man with an intelligent gaze, stood beside him, awaiting her arrival. The room fell silent as all eyes turned toward her.

"Thank you for inviting us to dinner, magister," she said politely as the magister rose from his seat to guide her to her designated table.

"Thank you, Princess. It is an honor," the magister replied, his voice oozing with flattery, as he leaned forward to kiss her hand. She felt a twinge of discomfort at his touch, but she maintained her composure. Taking her place beside Viserys, she tried to block out her brother's presence as much as possible.

"Ah, sister, you look beautiful. The dress you have been given truly befits a Targaryen," Viserys remarked, his hand surreptitiously finding its way to her thigh under the table. She fought the urge to recoil from his touch, instead offering a forced smile.

"Thank you, magister, for the dress. It is truly exquisite," she responded, her voice filled with feigned appreciation. In truth, she had few dresses to compare it to, but she couldn't deny its elegance. She was acutely aware of the magister's slimy smile, which only intensified her discomfort.

Viserys, impatient as ever, interjected, "Enough pleasantries, magister. What is your plan to retake my Throne?"

The magister, seemingly unruffled by Viserys' impatience, replied, "Your grace, may we first partake in the dinner before we delve into such matters? It would be a waste to let this fine feast grow cold, and I am certain both you and your sister are famished."

"Well, if we must," Viserys grumbled, clearly annoyed by the delay. The siblings began to eat, the table adorned with an array of delectable dishes, including fish, exotic meats from Yi-ti, and various delicacies. However, she found herself eating sparingly, her appetite dampened by the unsettling prospect of a potential marriage with the man seated across from her and her brother's possessive touches.

Once they had finished their meal, Viserys turned to the magister with impatience evident in his voice. "Now, tell us your plan, Magister." His hand, finding her leg again, this time he guided it between her legs, pressed womanhood. She had used all her strength not to jump away from the table.

"Your grace, I humbly request permission to marry your sister," the magister proposed, his eyes lingering on her with a hunger that made her skin crawl. Viserys was excited and used more friction in his actions. "Of course, the wedding would not take place until she has bled. In return, I am willing to provide the funds for your stay here, dear brother, so that you may entertain your own suitors, make deals to hire sellswords, and formulate plans to reclaim your Throne."

"What? That's it? You expect to marry the last Targaryen Princess and offer me nothing substantial, only empty words and promises? And we would remain at your mercy? You should be grateful that we even grace the walls of your Myrish city. My sister belongs to me, and she is worth more than that. I need an army, not just promises of change. Tomorrow, we leave for Pentos. A ship arrived yesterday from the magister of that city. Come, Daenerys," Viserys declared, his rage palpable as flecks of spittle escaped his mouth. As his hand dug, now into her leg, she bit her lip to avoid lep in pain.

Yet some felt a mix of relief and trepidation at her brother's outburst, although the rest of what he did disgusted her to her core. Despite the uncertainties that awaited them in Pentos, the prospect of leaving Myr and escaping the clutches of Magister Lyrco filled her with a glimmer of hope.

"Your grace, I apologize for any offense caused, but I believe it is best if you leave. You have also offended the great city of Myr, and it would be a pity to strain our relationship further. I will allow your departure only because of your connection to Pentos. However, be warned, beggar King, the people of Myr are proud. Do not return begging, for I will ensure that you end up as one of the slaves you so readily employ. Now, I wanted you gone by morning," the magister concluded his speech, his face twisted with anger.

"How dare you threaten the dragon! I will make you regret those words, magister. Fire and blood, remember that when I reclaim my Throne," Viserys retorted, his voice filled with venom. He then seized her by the arm and led her back to their chambers.

"Ah, the disrespect of that worm," Viserys fumed. "Very well, prepare yourself for our departure. I must find something to relieve my stress," he said, his gaze lingering on her with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. "Of course, brother. It was a true disrespect to you, the King," she responded quickly, hoping to appease him. A wide smile spread across his face. "Yes, sister, a true disrespect," he agreed before leaving her chambers, likely in search of a slave to state his desires.

She sighed heavily as she packed her meager belongings into a chest. 'She knew that Viserys was likely keeping her virginity intact for the purpose of selling her off, or perhaps he was waiting for a more advantageous alliance.' The thought sent a chill through her, and her mind wandered once again to the dark-haired man with purple-grey eyes who had captured her dreams.

With her belongings packed, she lay down on the bed, her head resting on the pillow. Closing her eyes, she whispered a silent prayer, hoping to glimpse Aenar in her dreams again. In the darkness of her chamber, she clung to the hope that he would provide the strength and protection she so desperately sought. One day, they could be together.

"Dany! Oh, how I've missed you!" Aenar exclaimed as he embraced her tightly. "Oh, Aenar, I've missed you too. These past three weeks have been unbearable. Viserys grows more impatient with each passing day. Tonight, I was almost betrothed to the magister of Myr, but thankfully, the offer was pathetic. I still hold some value to my brother, or else he would have taken me by now," she said, her voice trembling as she let out a small sob. "Oh, Dany, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll find a way to get you out," Aenar assured her, gently kissing her forehead. Her heart swelled with both gratitude and longing.

"Well, when the time comes, I'll need the strength to rescue you. Hopefully, I can awaken the stone dragon. I've consulted with my advisor at Greywater Watch. Do you recall our last encounter, when our lips met in a passionate embrace?" Aenar's voice carried a mischievous smile, evoking a flush on her cheeks. She nodded, captivated by the memories of that stolen kiss. "Before that, a massive pitch-black dragon flew from Dragonstone toward the North. We suspect it was the Cannibal, the untamed dragon of the Dance of Dragons. We're unsure of its whereabouts, but it's likely in the North, hopefully not beyond the Wall. If I'm to awaken a stone dragon, perhaps something has been trapped in stone or turned to stone, as I can't fathom how else it could have survived for so long," Aenar explained, alluding to the existence of an actual dragon.

"I've had dreams of dragons too. Three of them are black and red, green and bronze, and white and gold. I don't understand why, considering I don't possess any dragon eggs like you do," She said sadly, her hopes for a future with dragons shimmering faintly. "You, my dear, are the trueborn female dragon. The whispers of fate have bestowed upon you these visions, and I've also bonded with two of the four eggs. I initially thought it might be because they contained the spirits of my brother and sister. Still, I can't hatch them until I find the stone dragon and use fire and blood. At least, that's what they've told me," Aenar revealed, suggesting the remnants of his niece and nephew still lingered within the eggs.

"Aenar, I worry about my brother. If the magister of Pentos doesn't come through, he may claim me soon. I yearn for safety, and the only time I truly feel safe is when I'm here, in your arms," she confessed, her voice filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability. She looked down, feeling helpless in her current situation.

"Dany, remember, you are a dragon. The last trueborn female dragon. Not a bastard or a pretender. A trueborn dragon is not afraid. And there's something you can try—testing your resistance to fire or heat. I can do it, but only after I accept who I am," Aenar encouraged her, looking at her with determination. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining.

A tingling sensation coursed through her as they kissed, and it felt beautiful. His touch made her feel safe, and his words brought her joy. "I will find you, and together we will show the world who Daenerys Targaryen truly is," he declared, his voice filled with admiration and longing. Then, everything went black. "I love you," she whispered, and the world faded away, replaced by the sounds of morning birds.

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