Mothers, Monsters, and Masters
Magoose
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Mothers, Monsters, and Masters:
Rhaenys Targaryen, Princess of the Iron Throne: She looked at you with strange eyes, as if she recognized them, only for a moment to pass, and she shook her head. "I see you have a talent for ruining things as always Visanya. Your Son is now in danger."
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She arrived by the moonlight, midnight black and stars dotted the sky, and Grey Ghost had gone out hunting for fish to eat that night. The Princess had arrived without a procession, without any guards or family members of her court or of her father's. She knocked on the door and your mother answered, and the knocking aroused you from your slumber, looking up in the candlelight to see the woman at the door. A woman in the finest silks of black and red you had ever seen, and your mother's gasp made you think it was the queen.
Her hair was as black as the night was dark, with her pale violet eyes looking towards your mother with keenness and anger. There was something else in her eyes, but that was not something you could make out from where you lay.
The sigil of House Targaryen was barely visible on her breast, but you recognized it immediately from sheer habit and memory.
"How dare you come to my home Rhaenys!" Your mother spat venom at the woman, but the woman, now Rhaeyns did not seem deterred, in fact, she looked annoyed. "Get out." your mother demanded.
A moment later, the woman entered, striding past your mother and looking at the home you lived in. The simplicity of it all, despite the clear luxuries that were the, from a well-built hearth, the floor is tiled and cool, and the kitchen, despite the small hole in the wall, is well stocked. "How dare you speak to me in such a way, you are not a child. And your habit of ruining things still has not changed, no wonder you were exiled from court. And you have not become richer for all the skills you learned."
"Out of all the things that you mention, my lack of ambition is what you harp on?" Your mother crossed her arms. "I chose to leave, you high-born cortisone. I did not wish to be ruined by politics and your secrets, nor of those that could destroy my son." She then pointed to the table. "But since you are now here, we have wine."
You noted that they knew each other, and rather intimately as well, as your mother sat down. The anger was gone, both of the misgivings in the past, as they focused on the future. On you. The princess looked at you, and you quickly hide most of yourself in blankets but showed your eyes, trying to see what was going on. She examined the eyes, before looking back. "You're son?"
You were confused by the statement. "He is my son, I may not have birthed him, but he is my child." Your mother replied as she poured a cup of wine. "You nobles never understand that a family is not the ones that are given birth, they are the ones we choose."
"We do not get that luxury." She replied as she swirled the cup. She then looked at you. "Speak, tell me what happened?"
You moved out of your little bed before you signed to your mother. "I'm tired."
"I know you are Lucien, but this is important. I need you to stay awake for a little while, while we talk some more." She replied. She then signed. "You are very brave.
At that, Rhaenys looked confused. "What is the matter with him?"
"My son hasn't spoken since he returned with The Grey Ghost." Your mother replied. "He has been communicating with me by sign."
There was a raised eyebrow from the princess before she looked at your mother. "Truly? He's dumb-"
That made your mother slam her hand on the table. "He is not dumb. He is terrified." Her statement made the Princess rethink her words very carefully. "And you would be wise to remember that he is a child."
"My apologies." She stated, realizing that it would not help her to think in such derogatory terms. It was uncomfortable as if she did not expect to be cowed by your mother… however she seemed to show a semblance of kindness.
She then waited, as you relayed the story to mother. You did everything you could to be as true to your memories as possible, but you knew you could not really understand. You did not remember how you got home, but you did know that the Grey Ghost was… around. You could feel it, like a strange sensation on the back of your neck.
When you finished, you sat on your mother's lap and enjoyed her stroking your hair. It was hard enough to think about it.
The Princess thought for a moment before she whispered. "Have you told him the truth about his mother?"
You looked at your mother before she looked at the princess. "No."
"You have endangered your son by keeping the truth from him?" she replied. "A dragon being tamed is something, by a bastard is another."
Bastard. But your father accepted you as your son, and told you he had a septon, a bribed one, wipe the stain of bastardy away when you were born, after a sizable donation? What does that even mean?
"He is not part of your family." Your mother proclaimed, loudly, and angrily.
"But our blood flows through his veins." The Princess stated. "And our blood gave him the Dragon."
Your Mother was quiet. "He will need to know before word gets out and men start raising their swords for him. And then he will die."
At those same words, you signed, asking. "Who is my mother?"
Your mother paused before she said:
[]Saera Targaryen: The Wandering Dragon, a famous Whore now in the City of Volantis. She was… difficult. But she was also a woman who loved your father in the end. She was always competent, and compassionate, but she did not raise you. Your father wanted a son that he could care for, to carry on his own legacy. She let you go when you were but a babe, and you have never met her.
[]Gael Targaryen: The Winter Child, said to be the favorite of the old King, despite being a simpleton and a halfwit. It was said she died of summer fever… it was a lie. She had been kidnapped by a traveling singer and raped, however, she did not get pregnant. But your father rescued her when that singer was trying to kill her, and they fell in love. She later gave birth to twins… But one was stillborn. She did not believe both survived, as your father, fearing for his life, left with you before he could be killed. He wept and mourned her when he learned she died.
[]Rhaenys Targaryen: She looked at you with eyes that were without equal in their caring, save for your mother. "I asked you to care for him because I had no one else to turn to. And now that he knows, he shall know that I am his mother… Too afraid to admit that he is my bastard son. Whom we both thoughts died, yet was stolen away in the night."
[]Unknown Member: She huffed and shook her head. "I still have not figured out who in my family your husband sired him with. Those that might have been dead, or long gone." She then sighed. "It may not be comfortable, but it is the truth. I know not your mother's identity."
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A month later, after the meeting with the Dragon Princess, Father returned.
He had always wandered back towards the house, silent as a ghost when he did so.
Yet a ghost he did not remain, however silent he remained. As he saw the Grey Ghost, he merely looked at his wife and asked if she tamed it.
After he saw you playing on it, he, however, did not panic. He merely smiled and hugged you for the longest time you had ever been held by the man.
And you swore that you heard him say "I love you."
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What shall you do?:
Choose 3:
[]Spend time with your Father: Your Father has been home for less than a month, and he has all but wished to take you on a little dingy, with a fishing pole and talk. Well, talk as much as you both can, considering you can't.
[]Spend time with your Mother: Mother has been quiet ever since the talk with the princess. As if every time she saw that woman, she went away inside.
[]The Grey Ghost's Silence: Your new Dragon was an oddity. It seemed to watch you like you were his hatchling, but it did nothing else. All it did was stare. But allow you to come close, to scratch its scales, and climb on his back.
[]Fly: You wish to try and fly on the back of your dragon. You want to fly in the sky.
[]Learn a Skill (Line tail what you want to try and learn. Subject to QM Approval can be taken multiple times costing one action)
[]Train a Skill: Choose one of your skills to train and become better. (Dragonriding not available)
[]The Prince of Dragonstone: Prince Baelon has summoned you to court. And he will not be refused.
[]The Princes of the Prince: Daemon Targaryen and his brother Viserys were looking for you. Seems they wanted to size you up.
AN: Enjoy and vote in plan format.
Rhaenys Targaryen, Princess of the Iron Throne: She looked at you with strange eyes, as if she recognized them, only for a moment to pass, and she shook her head. "I see you have a talent for ruining things as always Visanya. Your Son is now in danger."
---------------------------------
She arrived by the moonlight, midnight black and stars dotted the sky, and Grey Ghost had gone out hunting for fish to eat that night. The Princess had arrived without a procession, without any guards or family members of her court or of her father's. She knocked on the door and your mother answered, and the knocking aroused you from your slumber, looking up in the candlelight to see the woman at the door. A woman in the finest silks of black and red you had ever seen, and your mother's gasp made you think it was the queen.
Her hair was as black as the night was dark, with her pale violet eyes looking towards your mother with keenness and anger. There was something else in her eyes, but that was not something you could make out from where you lay.
The sigil of House Targaryen was barely visible on her breast, but you recognized it immediately from sheer habit and memory.
"How dare you come to my home Rhaenys!" Your mother spat venom at the woman, but the woman, now Rhaeyns did not seem deterred, in fact, she looked annoyed. "Get out." your mother demanded.
A moment later, the woman entered, striding past your mother and looking at the home you lived in. The simplicity of it all, despite the clear luxuries that were the, from a well-built hearth, the floor is tiled and cool, and the kitchen, despite the small hole in the wall, is well stocked. "How dare you speak to me in such a way, you are not a child. And your habit of ruining things still has not changed, no wonder you were exiled from court. And you have not become richer for all the skills you learned."
"Out of all the things that you mention, my lack of ambition is what you harp on?" Your mother crossed her arms. "I chose to leave, you high-born cortisone. I did not wish to be ruined by politics and your secrets, nor of those that could destroy my son." She then pointed to the table. "But since you are now here, we have wine."
You noted that they knew each other, and rather intimately as well, as your mother sat down. The anger was gone, both of the misgivings in the past, as they focused on the future. On you. The princess looked at you, and you quickly hide most of yourself in blankets but showed your eyes, trying to see what was going on. She examined the eyes, before looking back. "You're son?"
You were confused by the statement. "He is my son, I may not have birthed him, but he is my child." Your mother replied as she poured a cup of wine. "You nobles never understand that a family is not the ones that are given birth, they are the ones we choose."
"We do not get that luxury." She replied as she swirled the cup. She then looked at you. "Speak, tell me what happened?"
You moved out of your little bed before you signed to your mother. "I'm tired."
"I know you are Lucien, but this is important. I need you to stay awake for a little while, while we talk some more." She replied. She then signed. "You are very brave.
At that, Rhaenys looked confused. "What is the matter with him?"
"My son hasn't spoken since he returned with The Grey Ghost." Your mother replied. "He has been communicating with me by sign."
There was a raised eyebrow from the princess before she looked at your mother. "Truly? He's dumb-"
That made your mother slam her hand on the table. "He is not dumb. He is terrified." Her statement made the Princess rethink her words very carefully. "And you would be wise to remember that he is a child."
"My apologies." She stated, realizing that it would not help her to think in such derogatory terms. It was uncomfortable as if she did not expect to be cowed by your mother… however she seemed to show a semblance of kindness.
She then waited, as you relayed the story to mother. You did everything you could to be as true to your memories as possible, but you knew you could not really understand. You did not remember how you got home, but you did know that the Grey Ghost was… around. You could feel it, like a strange sensation on the back of your neck.
When you finished, you sat on your mother's lap and enjoyed her stroking your hair. It was hard enough to think about it.
The Princess thought for a moment before she whispered. "Have you told him the truth about his mother?"
You looked at your mother before she looked at the princess. "No."
"You have endangered your son by keeping the truth from him?" she replied. "A dragon being tamed is something, by a bastard is another."
Bastard. But your father accepted you as your son, and told you he had a septon, a bribed one, wipe the stain of bastardy away when you were born, after a sizable donation? What does that even mean?
"He is not part of your family." Your mother proclaimed, loudly, and angrily.
"But our blood flows through his veins." The Princess stated. "And our blood gave him the Dragon."
Your Mother was quiet. "He will need to know before word gets out and men start raising their swords for him. And then he will die."
At those same words, you signed, asking. "Who is my mother?"
Your mother paused before she said:
[]Saera Targaryen: The Wandering Dragon, a famous Whore now in the City of Volantis. She was… difficult. But she was also a woman who loved your father in the end. She was always competent, and compassionate, but she did not raise you. Your father wanted a son that he could care for, to carry on his own legacy. She let you go when you were but a babe, and you have never met her.
[]Gael Targaryen: The Winter Child, said to be the favorite of the old King, despite being a simpleton and a halfwit. It was said she died of summer fever… it was a lie. She had been kidnapped by a traveling singer and raped, however, she did not get pregnant. But your father rescued her when that singer was trying to kill her, and they fell in love. She later gave birth to twins… But one was stillborn. She did not believe both survived, as your father, fearing for his life, left with you before he could be killed. He wept and mourned her when he learned she died.
[]Rhaenys Targaryen: She looked at you with eyes that were without equal in their caring, save for your mother. "I asked you to care for him because I had no one else to turn to. And now that he knows, he shall know that I am his mother… Too afraid to admit that he is my bastard son. Whom we both thoughts died, yet was stolen away in the night."
[]Unknown Member: She huffed and shook her head. "I still have not figured out who in my family your husband sired him with. Those that might have been dead, or long gone." She then sighed. "It may not be comfortable, but it is the truth. I know not your mother's identity."
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A month later, after the meeting with the Dragon Princess, Father returned.
He had always wandered back towards the house, silent as a ghost when he did so.
Yet a ghost he did not remain, however silent he remained. As he saw the Grey Ghost, he merely looked at his wife and asked if she tamed it.
After he saw you playing on it, he, however, did not panic. He merely smiled and hugged you for the longest time you had ever been held by the man.
And you swore that you heard him say "I love you."
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What shall you do?:
Choose 3:
[]Spend time with your Father: Your Father has been home for less than a month, and he has all but wished to take you on a little dingy, with a fishing pole and talk. Well, talk as much as you both can, considering you can't.
[]Spend time with your Mother: Mother has been quiet ever since the talk with the princess. As if every time she saw that woman, she went away inside.
[]The Grey Ghost's Silence: Your new Dragon was an oddity. It seemed to watch you like you were his hatchling, but it did nothing else. All it did was stare. But allow you to come close, to scratch its scales, and climb on his back.
[]Fly: You wish to try and fly on the back of your dragon. You want to fly in the sky.
[]Learn a Skill (Line tail what you want to try and learn. Subject to QM Approval can be taken multiple times costing one action)
[]Train a Skill: Choose one of your skills to train and become better. (Dragonriding not available)
[]The Prince of Dragonstone: Prince Baelon has summoned you to court. And he will not be refused.
[]The Princes of the Prince: Daemon Targaryen and his brother Viserys were looking for you. Seems they wanted to size you up.
AN: Enjoy and vote in plan format.
