And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)

[Magoose]

The Whispers of Life:

[]Spend time with your Mother: Mother was unhappy with the state of affairs. "I try to leave politics once, and it drags me back in. I want you to learn from my mistakes." Rolled: D100 + 10 => 28

Your mother was quiet, it was almost incredible the amount of grief she had in her eyes as she looked at you, and then she just…

Went away inside. Reliving something that she tried to hide, forever.

Something that terrified her enough to not share it with you.

Failure.
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[]The Grey Ghost's Continued Silence: Grey Ghost seems to trust your presence and so do you. That being said, you realize he is still a very wild dragon. And you need to learn some more… boundaries. And what his favorite fish is. Rolled: D100 + 10 => 98

As it turns out, he likes sea tuna and salmon that migrate up the Blackwater rush for nesting and populating. Though that would not be too surprising, of course. However, he liked his fish smoked, and using a large, unfinished house as his smoking rack, he quickly made it his lair, and with your assistance, placed hundreds of fish hanging on the skeleton of the house.

It turned into an impromptu smoker, with the fish being smoked and dried by the sun and the smoke of the Dragonbreath.

And Grey Ghost, in its… infinite, or perhaps not caring wisdom, did not mind a few fish being taken, when he slept. Only that no one ever tried.

Meaning he had lots of fish, smoked and ready for him to eat.

The owner who had abandoned the site had told you that "As long as there are Dragons here, my smokehouse will never be completed."

Baelon had given the man compensation, but that didn't make you feel any better.

Reward: The Grey Ghost is happy with the new arrangements and the smokehouse he has claimed.

The rest of Dragonstone is even enamored at how domesticated the Dragon seems to be.

Though all fear it, they also learned its boundaries and keep a distance, and not stare at him for too long. Some even think to treat it like a dog.

They have not been killed, but many have been scared off. The Grey Ghost was restrained by his master.

Another note: The Grey Ghost now listens to you… most of the time and only ever in High Valyrian.
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[]The Princess of the Dragonglass: On the beach near the harbor, on a nice sandy patch, there are Dragonglass arrowheads to be found, from the first settlers of the Island of Dragonstone. And sometimes you go look for some, to be sold to a fisherman going arrow fishing. That was where you meet the Realms Delight. Rolled:D100 + 10 => 109

You saw her with a dragon. That was the unusual thing about the girl that saw at the beach. You didn't really like looking for Dragonglass arrowheads, most of the rocks that could be broken were easier to find on the slope of the mountain, far away from the beach.

However, there was always some collector, usually from the East of the South, the Reach, who come not only to pay homage to Prince Baelon but also to bring back some kind of souvenir. There was an entire industry of scamming the southerners and foreigners that came down to the island. Children getting paid a fortune to be led through the Dragonstone slopes and shore, looking for carefully placed and used arrowheads that could be sold for profit.

Those foreigners think they have a piece of when the Vaylrian history from when the first settlers came from Valyria 2000 years ago. 10 Dragons for an 'Authentic' Dragonglass Arrowhead from settlements beginning.

Some wanted to see the dragons and paid the Prince more than a thousand dragons for the privilege, though that practice has lessened since Baelon became Prince of Dragonstone. Too many tourists scared the dragons, and then it would get messy. A few idiots even got roasted alive, when they were stupid enough to try and scamper off and try to find one of the wild dragons.

Cannibal usually killed them, but a few even got killed by Sheepstealer. So the Prince stopped that.

Despite the huge market to make so much money from rich merchants that want to see dragons.

You wondered if Corlys Valyreon did that with his wife's dragon to make a profit?

But back to the girl with the dragon, she was sitting with the dragon, watching the sea, with the smoke puffing and steaming above her, giving her an image as if she was having the sunny day ruined

You walked over to her, and the dragon moved in a protective stance, while the girl moved her head to face you. Recognition fell onto her face, as she realized you were the same boy who met her father.

The same boy that had a dragon. She said something, whispered that you could not hear, and the dragon quietly walked towards the water and laid them. She smelled, no, wreaked of Dragon.

You gave a nod, a small bow of your head as she said. "Hello?"

You nodded and gave a smile, before signing. "Hello."

She did not understand, but instead, she looked at you rather confused. "What are you doing? Can you not talk?"

You could, but you couldn't… wouldn't. There were words that could not be said or understood, with just simple words.

You nodded, and she realized that you couldn't… or wouldn't. "Oh, you're like a dumb person? A Fool?"

You frowned. You were not a fool. Words had power, and words were wind. The silence was sometimes the best thing to happen. Because no one could not turn words against you. There was a moment when she seemed to not understand.

So you took a chance, to hope that nothing else could hear you. "No."

The words shocked her, and she quietly read you. She then put her hands on her hips. "Why didn't you talk earlier?"

You shook your head and pointed to her dragon. She took a moment to look at the dragon and felt many things. Then she realized the fear you had. "You… are afraid of Syrax?"

You nodded.

The girl took a moment to think before she grabbed your hand. "Come on." She dragged you across the beach and towards her dragon, which was watching the scene with its golden eyes. "Touch him." She pestered as she patted the scales of the Dragon.

The dragon was pampered, its scales clean, cared for, and was without scars or battle wounds that had shown it struggled to survive, like Grey Ghost. It was also docile… it appreciated being petted by its rider, and she smiled. "Come on."

You touched it, and it recognized you were scared and leaned a little closer, to allow your hand to touch. "You… your the boy that rides a dragon here?" She asked.

You nodded.

Realization finally hit her. "I see. You're afraid." She smiled and continued to pet the dragon. "Don't be. It may not be like a man or a woman, but it has feelings too. Treat it well, they will treat you well. That's what my grandfather says. They may be beasts of great power… but they feel. And when they feel, and remember, they will forever."

You did not say anything else, but you did remember the Realm's Delight. She was wise and full of wisdom.

And she understood dragons, better than anyone else you knew.

Reward: You have met Rhaenyra Targaryen. She is highly knowledgeable of dragons and how to handle them, even at a young age.
She thinks that you are strange, and utterly convinced you are hiding something.
[X]Learn a Skill
—[X]Diplomacy (Court Diplomacy) - To act in the Dragon King's court, one requires a certain amount of tact. Rolled:D100 + 10 => 99

Your Mother taught you well about court etiquette and diplomacy, the courtesies, and what needs to be done while in King's Landing.

Reward: Court Diplomacy (Competent): You know how to handle yourself in court, and how to act around the powerful and the low. (No roll bonus towards diplomacy/social rolls)

Unknown effect during the Court Adventure. (Hint it's positive)
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—[X]Intrigue (Lying) - Secrets are a valuable thing, all the best to hoard them for better use. Rolled:D100 + 10 => 25+10=35

You are not a liar. You are silent.

Failure.

Unknown Effect During court Adventure (Hint, it's negative)
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You have been summoned to court by the Old King. You will bring your dragon, and you will come immediately.

Who do you bring? (Note they have not been summoned, and while they may accept one parent accompanying you as a chaperone, they will not like you bringing both, as the Old King does not wish to have meetings going on for a long time, and Visanya's reputation at Dragonstone has been a rumor since your taming of Grey Ghost.)
[]Bring your Father: Your Father has always had a knack for reading situations, and he is the strongest man you have ever known. Let him come. Perhaps the Red Keep needs to see a true captain again. He also will never let you leave his side. (If not chosen, he will be sailing east, to Pentos.)
[]Bring your Mother: Your mother knows court, despite not being in it for years. You trust her to keep you safe. (Will remain as a new courtier at Dragonstone, and make herself available to serve the Prince)
[]Bring Both: You want both your parents to come with you (DC: 40, The King is not going to like this at all)
[]Go Alone: You will go alone, with Prince Baelon and his court. (Please note this is highly irregular, but it will make you friends, and enemies at court)

How do you Travel?:
[]By Your Father's Ship: Your Father hasn't been able to sail for a month, and it is only a few days' sail to the Capital.
[]With the Prince's Retinue: The Prince will be taking you and your family to the capital. He needs to make a show of this new… scenario.
[]Riding with the Prince on his Dragon: The Prince has offered to take you and your family to the Capital on his dragon, to give you the sensation of flying, and how you like it.
[]Riding your Own Dragon (DC:??? Highly Unrecommended, due to your lack of training): You will ride Grey Ghost. And you will risk your life to prove you are a rider.

AN: Enjoy and please vote in plan format, please.

 

[Magoose]

The Far Winds of the Farwynds:

(Ragnar POV)

Brown of hair, green of eyes, small in stature and yet to grow. Those were the words the Maesters described you as you first came to court.

And it didn't get better.

The court was absolutely a snore-fest, yet again, as you stood by the Master of Ships that was your master for the foreseeable future, yet again.

You were not the most sought-after child, you were not even the one that the Master of Ships wanted, he had wanted the Harlow or the Greyjoy heir to serve as his second and ward, to make sure that the Lord of the Isles did not rise in rebellion, and so he could take many ships on his adventures.

Yet the ebony-skinned, light-haired man was sure you were not happy, even as you stood at attention. "Boring as always, these formalities, don't you agree?" He was tired, wishing to be anywhere else in the world it seemed then at court.

"I heard that Small council meetings were rather exciting and that whenever the Old king decides to hold court, it's short and uninteresting, with nothing of note done?" You replied as you leaned against the wall. "I'd rather be sailing."

"I would too, but there are many things you can learn in a place such as this?" The Sea Snake, the only man you respected in this festering shithole of a city, said with absolute calm. "Remember what I said, words are just as dangerous as ships and are more powerful than all the navies of the world. Are you so disgusted by the affairs that you learned nothing?"

"We Ironborn are more at home in the sea than at court." You stated.

"Indeed, but even the Ironborn understand courtesy and decorum." He whispered as he twitched his lip as his lady wife came into the room and you, instinctively gave a bow of your head. The pride you may have, but you knew better than to stomp on the tail of an angry dragon.

She took a seat, looking at you for a moment before she went to her desk, looking at letters and papers. Listening to you speak. "Now tell me, what did you learn about the fleet composition of the Eastern Fleets of Pentos, acor-"

You frowned. "Really, they follow a heavy formation of brigs and galleys, with transports in the center. Please stop treating me like I don't read?"

Corlys snakes a smile on his face, and he looked at his wife. "See, I told you he learns well what he wants, but he never wants to learn what is hard for his mind to understand."

"Just like Laenor." She musted as you found yourself frowning.

"I-"

Corlys however, sighed and took a long moment before silence took hold of you, stopping you from saying a word. "What happens is that you must learn what you do not wish to like. It will save your life, and it will bring you much happiness. Even if you do not wish it."

You frowned. "As your wish my lord."

You bowed to the princess. "Your Grace?"

"Ragnar." She stated as you looked up to see her violet eyes. "Do not mistake our annoyance for malice. You may not be beliked by the court, but you are welcome in this family, no matter what the others say. We have been tasked in making sure you will become a fine young man, do not waste it by thinking we are hard on you."

You nodded. "Very well, Princess."

You then walked out of the room, and sighed, feeling utterly angry.

And utterly alone. You wanted someone here that could understand what you were. Who you were.

Not people who pretended.

Your wish may never be answered. And that might be the worst thing that could happen to you.
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As you wandered the halls, you had heard whispers that someone new was coming to court, a dragon rider, not a Targaryen, but some low born that was a sea-son, son of a great captain of the Narrow Sea.

And you could think about, was how to introduce yourself. He might understand.

Thank the gods.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

The Old King's Court Part 1: Arrival

Bring your Mother: Your mother knows court, despite not being in it for years. You trust her to keep you safe. (Will remain as a new courtier at Dragonstone, and make herself available to serve the Prince)
Riding with the Prince on his Dragon: The Prince has offered to take you and your family to the Capital on his dragon, to give you the sensation of flying, and how you like it.

Bringing your mother was always the option that was going to be the correct one in your mind. She had experience at court, and she was wonderfully prepared for the sudden movement of picking up her life and home and being prepared to start again, even for the moment. She had rented out your home for a few weeks to some traveling merchants, and some friends would make sure to collect.

However, she was not happy about the method of traveling to the Capital.

"Lucien, you asked to ride his dragon?" She asked as she looked at the large beast that was before her, saddled and waiting to be ridden by you, the Prince, and your mother.

You nodded, with a smile. You needed to have some sort of experience with riding a dragon, and While you wished to ride Grey Ghost himself, you also were not stupid. You did not have a saddle, Grey Ghost would not like to be poked, measured, and otherwise forced to suffer through that little important thing for a rider.

You had heard stories about those that tried to ride a dragon barebacked. They either ended with the rider surviving after a near impossible indescribable event… or they fell to their deaths, failing to hold on.

You were sure that there was some truth to those stories, but there was something that you did not put much stock into. As there were no deaths from a rider falling from the Dragon in the entire history of the Targaryen Family here in Westeros. But the fact that stories existed means that they happened, and happened enough to where they continued to be told.

So better be safe than sorry. Plus you needed to carry a little bit more things, and the Prince's saddle was capable to carry an extra bag.

Mother was not happy about it. "I've-" She then took a moment to shake her head. "Very well."

You then nodded smiled and walked towards the dragon, to mount up and fly.
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Reaction (Mother):D100 => 71

It was impossible to describe the feeling of air in your hair, the whispers of the great air, and the roars of dragons flying.

But your mother did. "WOOOOO!" She screamed as Prince Baelon laughed, while you held on tight, trying your best to keep your grip on the saddle.

She was afraid yes, and as she screamed, she was being drowned out by the clouds and the dragons.

Yes, Dragons. Grey Ghost was following you, and despite its lack of a rider, it was flying in formation, following the elder dragon with distance and respect.

He knew what was going on, and knew you were on the other dragon and was trying to keep you safe, by staying close to you.

The ocean below moved with a speed that even a ship that sailed with full wind could not move as quickly as you did. You were above the world and the world itself moved below you. It was like you were

And when the hour passed… you could see the Rising Red Keep and the destination of this adventure. The Dragonpit.

There was always something to be said about the capital. The great dome of the Dragonpit, and the smoke that rose above from the dragons that slept and were cared for, even when they were kept in rather spacious cages… Yet cages they were.

As you landed, you saw several men with large sticks and staves, along with many younger men… speaking Valyrian, and they moved with grace and skills of herding dragons. It was strange…

As you dismounted, there were several dozen of these headers that were confused at the Grey Ghosts' appearance, and there was confusion among their ranks, as they wondered what to do, before Prince Baelon told them. "The young Dragonrider from Dragonstone is here, see that his dragon is cared for."

At that, they immediately took positions, and while Grey Ghost seemed.. .uneasy, he saw that you were safe, and the sensation on your neck seemed to lesson. He was… feeling you, feeling how you felt.

You were uncomfortable, but you were with your mother, and she was keeping you calm.

Even if her energy and enjoyment of the ride were seeping off her. "That was incredible." She said with a smile. "How do you not enjoy every moment of that?"

The Prince smiled. "Lots of practice and responsibility, and training. Being a dragon rider is not only constant care for the Realm but also for oneself. A Dragon is a beast yet, but it is more than that. Far more." He then looked at you. "Tell me, Lucien, how did you enjoy your first dragon ride?"

What do you say?:
[]Write in

You have arrived at King's Landing, what do you do?:

[]Immedeatly go to court: you need to get to court so that you can get this introduction out of the way, and so you can get to the court itself.

[]Spend time with the Dragonkeepers: The Dragon keepers are very interesting. Monks and the like were dedicated to caring for Dragons. It's quite interesting.

[]Get something to Eat: You are hungry, and you want to eat something.

[]Be with Grey Ghost: Grey Ghost is uncomfortable being around so many people, and he clearly does not wish to have so many people that will attend to him. You need to explain to him… if you can, that is necessary.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

The Old King's Court Part 2: The Grey Ghost

"That was Amazing, I've never felt so free! I can't wait to go flying, it's so much fun."

Be with Grey Ghost: Grey Ghost is uncomfortable being around so many people, and he clearly does not wish to have so many people that will attend to him. You need to explain to him… if you can, that is necessary.

You took less than a moment to answer the Prince, before making a sign to your mother. Then she saw what you said. "That was Amazing, I've never felt so free! I can't wait to go flying, it's so much fun."

Baelon seemed surprised at the excitement that he saw from you. Despite the silence, he seemed to understand what you were saying, even before your mother translated for you and clarified to him what had occurred. In fact, after your mother clarified, he seemed to be… taken aback by your eagerness and energy. "I hope that you temper your eagerness with wisdom and knowledge. Dragons are dangerous beasts and the bond they share with you will last a lifetime." He paused. "Do not consider this a start of fun and happiness. Consider this a start… the first step into a wider world."


At that he looked away, looking back before you walked over to the Dragonkepers and Grey Ghost. The silent dragon was standing proud and was not happy. You could feel the displeasure it had at the many people with sticks surrounding him, trying to force him into a cage. He did not like the dark and the darkness of what it was.


You didn't understand, at least fully, but he did not like caves. He preferred being out in the open sky, at the ocean and the sky. Free from the darkness and the cold.


You locked eyes and realized he was afraid. Grey Ghost, one of the most powerful beasts in the world, was afraid of the dark. Just like you.


You ran over, past the Dragon keepers and grabbed a touch, unlit and ready to be started, and held it in front of the dragon's snout.

The Ghost understood, and with a puff of smoke, a single small stream of flame, barely hotter than a cooking stove, or an open flame, lit the torch, not even burning you as the torch lit up.

He looked at it, mesmerized by the light, like a moth being drawn to a flame… or rather, a dragon attracted to the light.

The Dragon keepers were amazed at the display of bravery, and as Grey Ghost entered the enclosure for him, you set the torch as a light. You then signed to your mother. "Keep that torch lit. He is scared of the dark."

When your mother relayed it, all the Keepers seemed confused. "<A Dragon scared of the Dark?>" One asked, clearly surprised, almost laughing at the proclamation.

But the elder nodded before he hit the boy with his stick. "<Do it.>" He said. "<Dragons are intelligent beasts. Do as the boy says.>"

The Grey Ghost was happy as you looked away, and it set itself down into the big enclosure, keeping one eye closed while watching the torch burn away.

As you walked back out towards Baelon and Mother, both of who were flabbergasted at what you had just done. "You… knew?"

"Of course." You signed, causing your mother to shake her head. "And tell them that he likes fish, and if possible, smoked fish."


That caused an eyebrow to raise. "And he would also like it served with lemon and fruit?" Baelon jokes, truly amazed at what he just saw. Trying to rationalize just how brave you truly were, not even hesitating to make your dragon comfortable.

You shook your head. "No, don't be ridiculous. You of all people should know dragons eat meat." your mother laughed as he translated

At that, you took your mother's hand and looked towards the Red Keep. You were jittery and excited for what was to come. And you could not wait.
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The Iron Throne was truly a monstrosity. You could see the thousand blades of Aegon's enemies that were there. Misshapen blades and still sharp points that you could see, even on the ground, even looking from behind dozens or… hundreds of people now that you think about it.

It was a monstrosity that made you hold your mother's hand. It frightened you, in a way that you could not describe. Not even facing down a dragon could strike so much fear into you.

But unfortunately, you had to wait. The King may have called court, but he was also preoccupied with a council meeting, and many of the people waiting at the throne room were not really looking for you. After all, they were looking for the Dragonrider that had been making waves across the nation it seems, from rumor and hearsay.

Almost all of them believed it was a boy, nearly a man grown, with locks like a Targaryens, with blood red eyes. They say you were burned by the Dragon and were disfigured, looking less like a man and more like a skeleton.

Your favorite that you heard was that it was just a sick joke by the Targaryen Monarchy, to try and get would-be dragon riders to try and take the wild dragons with little effort on their part and that somehow, someone succeeded, and they were trying desperately to get something ready.

It would have been hilarious if the truth wasn't so mundane. For you at least.

Mother however was preparing herself, and you. "Lucien, remember, kneel, wait for his instructions, and then rise. Make eye contact with him, but then look at his chin."

You were still trying to focus, but there was something that you could not understand. Why the chin, was it because you needed to look closer at his beard? Was it because he hated eye contact? Was the court always that strange?

Your questions would soon be answered as the Old King walked into the room, his walking cane tapping against the stone, as he looked out into the crowd. The Kingsguard was standing before him, and everyone was watching the old king.

Finally, he took a breath and spoke. And you felt the wisdom of his voice. "I have called the young man, who had tamed a Dragon in Dragonstone. Step forward, so that I may see you."

At that, everyone at the court seemed to shuffle their feet and look around. Instead, you looked to your mother, and she nodded.

You were ready, and so was she. A moment passed, a heartbeat or two, and then there was a jolt. Mother squeezed your hand, in reassurance. You squeezed back, and she led you towards the Throne.

There was a gasp from one of the women of the court, and a mulling of confusion overtaking the less informed members of the court. Some even whispered Bastard, but they were silenced after a moment. Everyone was surprised it was a boy and a woman.

You stood before the throne and looked at the Throne and the old King. You did as your mother said, you kneeled, and your mother did the same movement. At the final moment, you thought you saw the king raise an eyebrow, in recognition, or something else?

"Your Grace, I am Visanya of Dragonstone, and this is the one you seek. My son Lucien."

The mulling and muttering then became rapturous and loud. Shouting and screaming and protests seemed to erupt from everywhere around you. Yet you remained kneeling, and the world was just you and the floor.

"Bastard, that is what he is!" One shouted.

"A boy doing the work of a man? Don't make me laugh."

"He is no rider, he's a liar!"

Then the king moved, his shadow seeming taller than any man there. The Kingsgaurd also stepped forward. "SILENCE!"

There was murmuring… but then silently, the halls were silent. Everyone was now watching.

You remained to kneel. But he did not move for a long time. He did not speak. He just watched and waited.

Then he spoke again. "Rise, both of you." He was now before you both, his cane holding him up as he had a small smirk on his face. It was hidden by his beard, but he did not have any malice.

You rose, and then your mother.

Then he finally spoke to you. "Speak child, I want to hear you?"

Your mother squeezes your hand, but you refuse to speak. You did not want to… you didn't… you couldn't. Words were caught in your throat… and you were afraid.

"My son does not speak, he has not since he tamed the Dragon. Fear has robbed his voice." Your mother spoke, defending you.

Then the old king did something unexpected. He signed. "True or false?"

You nodded and signed. "True."

The Old King then nodded. "Silent he may be, but you are a rider of a Dragon. Tell me, will you serve your king, and fight alongside him, as one of his own?"

You nodded. "Yes." You signed.

"Good." He stated. "Let it be known by all here in attendance! Lucien the Silent, a Dragonrider, is under protection. My protection, any that seek to do him harm will be treated as an attack on my family and the King himself!"

It was a bold proclamation. And you knew it could not have filled you with more confidence.

The Court Reaction:D100 => 88-20 (You are Mute)=68
The Old King's Reaction:D100 => 72+5 (What Do I see?)=77

And the Court, at least publicly agreed.

And the old King seemed to agree.

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It was pandemonium after that, as the court descended down upon you like vultures, trying to get you to speak. But at least, in the end, you were brought towards the council chambers.

And the king was waiting for you. "Finally, we speak in peace." He said as your mother and you sat down in one of the chairs offered. "I apologize for the theatrics, but it was necessary to make sure you were under my protection."

You raised an eyebrow, but your mother spoke. "We did not think that the show of theatrics was needed. But why?"

"Dragonriders not of my family are something that must be now feared, as your son has shown." He stated, seemingly confused for a moment, before he shook his head. "But my son Baelon has told me that he will need training if nothing else, except to keep him from being eaten by his own dragon."

"My son is-" Your mother tried to say something, but then the King shook his head.

"Visanya, there are many things that may be wrong with this request." The king stated. "But this is for his safety, and that is something you must see. Your son is now a powerful political tool, with many people wishing to use him for their own purposes. I included myself in such a discussion." He was honest.

"Yet you think that will mean anything? I cannot allow you to just steal my son."

"This is not stealing your son. Let me ask you a simple question." The Old king asked. "How do you plan to protect him from making a poor decision?"

"I will help him, teach him to make such a choice, and give him the wisdom to make the right choice."

"Let me rephrase that question then." The Old King asked. "What if he does not have the answers, even with your help?"

That made your mother pause before she was silent again.

The Old king nodded. "We have to make choices we don't like. Especially with those we love and care about." He seemed sad, thinking about the mistakes of the past.
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He had a List of Choices for whom you would stay with.

Who wishes to take you as their ward?:

[]Prince Viserys: The Heir of Prince Baelon and a very… interesting man. He seems weak-willed at first, always liking to have fun and have a good time with his family. But he has depth. Hopefully, he believed having another dragonrider would show him. There is also a problem that he is rather hands-off in his dragon lore and training, as he no longer rides Balerion the Black Dread as the old dragon is slowly dying. And he does not really adventure, as he is trying and struggling for a male heir. He is also not a warrior of great renown, preferring the socialization aspect, to the fighting. But one thing is certain. He is utterly dedicated to his charges.

[]Prince Daemon: The Rogue Prince, the exact opposite of his brother, callus, intelligent, and daring. He is a brilliant warrior, a Dragonriders of great power, with a powerful dragon by his side in the Blood Wyrm. There is just one problem. He does not like being told what to do, and he is expected to return to his wife, Rhea, the Bronze of Gulltown. However, he might jump at an opportunity to leave the Vale. If you catch his interest and attention.

[]Lord Corlys the Sea Snake: The Sea Snake is an oft-forgotten, but no less important member of the family… well in terms of events. He had been the Admiral to your father in his last adventures and made your father very rich. Though he does not like your father due to events that you do not know about, he is willing and able to bring you back into the fold.

[]Lord Otto Hightower: The Dark Horse, the Hand of the king. Brilliantly minded, a competent warrior, and surrounded by dragon lore and knowledge, despite never riding a dragon before. He came at the request himself, and while he may not have the best grasp on dragon lore, you will never lack for your other education requirements.
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Meta Vote: What is your Religion:

[]The Faith of the Seven: The Primary faith of Westeros, and the one that you follow.

[]The Gods of Valyria: Your mother was a follower of the three goddesses of Valyria, and while not as present as others during the last few decades of Rule, the stormsingers still sing of the songs of Valyria.

[]The Old Gods: You believe in the Faceless, shapeless and unknowable gods of the North.

[]Rhallor: Your father was once blessed by a red Priestess, and he has followed the Lord of Light ever since. You do to.

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

In Taverns Dreams:

(Valaar POV)

Myr, how you missed the city. Well actually you didn't, but the lads surely did, because they knew that there was going to be much profit in Lys. Or rather they knew there would be much whoring at the City. Despite the lads being unmarried and not tied down, you make sure that they didn't get themselves into debt.

Their mothers would be very upset if they wound up in prison, and you were not in the mood to pay ransoms.

Yet as you sat, drinking at the tavern, you were utterly bewildered when you heard a horn. A merchant's horn. The Horn of the Magistrate.

And he never sounded the horn unless he wanted to speak to someone.

And in came the Grand Admiral of the Narrow sea, for the Triarchy. Craghas Drahar. Otherwise known as the Crabfeeder. A vile vicious bastard that had on many occasions tried to arrest you on trumped-up charges, to get your ship, and crew to serve him.

Yet here he waited, before he joined the table, making the entire tavern vacate.

"Silent one." He said with a glare as he took a seat, a knife twirling around as you eyed him. "Have you heard the news?"

You nodded as you leaned back into your seat. "The Triarchy now rules Myr." Yes you had heard about it, the Eternal Alliance that would dominate southern Essosi politics. If it could actually survive longer than a decade.

You did not speak, instead you just rolled your eyes. The Crabfeeder was not amused at the lack of reaction, as her lurched forward and grabbed you. "It would be very well that I kill you now, a thorn in my side that was always escaping and smuggling. Even if I had no proof, Westerosi are all criminals and vagabonds, who have no respect for civilization, and order."

Coming from a man who feeds people to crabs? Rich as a Lysini whore.

Why haven't you? Because you can't.

The Crab Feeder let go. "There is a tax now on Westerosi ships. All Westerosi ships. Five hundred dragons."

And now he was pissing you off. "If you don't pay them, your ship will be seized, and its crew…" He gave a smile. "Well, The slave markets have become very bare as of late, of Westerosi slaves."

You stood up to face him. "You have one hour." He ordered. "The gold, or your life? What is more important?"

Honor, but since he had none, you wouldn't mind if you did that. He was a fool, he should have captured you.

You whistled, and your crew stood up and ran towards the ship. The lads knew that they would die soon. Best do what you came here for them.

The Crab Feeder was quiet, but he then smiled. "Goodbye Valaar."

You then nodded.

Well time to ruin his day.
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The ship was full of women. Many of them were going to be forced into becoming pillow slaves or worse.

And you had just stolen three ships worth of them. The Lads did well.

You looked to your first mate. "Everything is in order." You signed and he nodded. "Set sail to Westeros, Storm's end, I'm sure Lord Baratheon will be pleased to learn about how many of his daughters are being returned to the Stormlands."

"We still haven't found out who is running the operation to get slaves out of Westeros Captian?" His first mate replied.

"But they do not know who is disrupting their slave trade. Now to the North gentlemen." You signed.

"And send a rider to King's Landing. Tell the Old King that the mission was accomplished."

AN: Well it turns out that dear old Dad is one badass dude.

 

[Magoose]

The Rogue Prince:

Prince Daemon: The Rogue Prince, the exact opposite of his brother, callus, intelligent, and daring. He is a brilliant warrior, a Dragonriders of great power, with a powerful dragon by his side in the Blood Wyrm. There is just one problem. He does not like being told what to do, and he is expected to return to his wife, Rhea, the Bronze of Gulltown. However, he might jump at an opportunity to leave the Vale. If you catch his interest and attention

The Gods of Valyria: Your mother was a follower of the three goddesses of Valyria, and while not as present as others during the last few decades of Rule, the storm singers still sing the songs of Valyria.

Religion Set to The Gods of Valyria: An ancient and powerful pantheon that once dominated the world. Now they are weak and cling to the glories of the Past. They are told that the Storm Singers can predict the weather and can read the skies, even on the back of Dragonriders. They have many peculiar traditions, from polygamy to sister/brother marriage, to even blood sacrifice. While a minority in Westeros, they are mostly left alone by faith.

Stats:
The Eastern hatred(The Eastern Religions do not accept this faith, and wish to see it exterminated, seeing it as the last vestiges of an empire that deserved to die. -5 to all social rolls when interacting with people that hail from the east)
Polygamy (You can marry multiple women and it is endorsed by your faith.)
Divine Blood Marriage (Marriage between siblings and parents is encouraged. Your line has a reduced chance of suffering from the effects of incest)
The Sky Watchers (When Flying on your dragon, gain an additional +20 to your rolls, regardless of your or your dragon's condition)
Religious Minority: (This faith is a Religious Minority, and while it is not actually stamped out, there are not many worshipers there in Westeros. You are alone. Finding others like you is extremely difficult)
Rumors of Dragonblood: (If your blood gets onto your dragon, unknown effect)
Divine intervention (The Gods are Watching, but for what, you do not know)
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Prince Daemon was ever dashing, daring, and dangerous in his eyes. He looked bored with the entire thing, being summoned against his will. You could see the anger on his face, but he was accepting of the interesting proposition.

As he walked into the council chambers, his ashen blonde hair was behind his back and he wore a strange, catlike smile on his face, and a lazy glint in his eyes. Yet once he saw the King, immediately he straightened himself. "Grandfather, what is this fine afternoon that requires my attention?"

Then he saw you, swaying your legs in the chair. You were trying your best to not be seen. Or rather, be seen as something other than a silent child.

He raised an eyebrow. "Grandfather, you can't be serious?"

"I am, the child is a dragon rider, and he is not of royal blood. I know you have wished much to leave the Vale and your Lady wife, and if that is your wish, then I shall grant it." The Old King smiled as he then clapped his hands. "The boy's name is Lucien, he rides the Dragon Grey Ghost… You remember that wild one from Dragonstone you boasted about wishing to claim before Cyrax?"

Daemon was quiet, his mind going through many different questions. "Why?"

"Did you not listen-" The Old king started.

"No, but why me?" He huffed. "Everyone seems to think that I struggle for your attention, your respect, and never be given it, but here and now, you show me what I have always wanted. And instead of honor, you give me a child?"

The Old King waited, for a moment to see if Daemon would say more. Yet he was quiet, waiting for the answer from his grandfather.

"Because I know you Daemon. You hate being told what to do. So I am giving you the freedom that you so desire. In exchange for training the boy in all you know." There was a smile. "I cannot grant you the divorce you want from Rhae, but with this responsibility, you can be away from your home, unless summoned, by myself or my hand to do your duties."

Daemon was shocked at the words. "Thank you, Your Grace-"

"Good, now take the boy, and his dragon, and go." He ordered. "I have little use for you at court, and no desire to have you interpret more important matters." You stood up, and Daemon bowed his head. "Now, go, Wander Westeros looking for your purpose my child. And see if that child will give you it."

"And the boy's parents? They approved?"

"They will return to Dragonstone, and serve the Prince, and they have approved." The Old King replied.
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You looked at the pony and then at the saddle. "Do you speak?" He asked as he finally spoke to you. The Dragons were flying above Kingswood, looking for game.

You nodded, and shook your head, making it certain he saw it.

"Brilliant, you're mute." He said. "Of course, bloody Grandfather never mentioned that. And I can't just give you back, otherwise, I'd be proving him right." A moment passed as you looked at the Prince, and he raised an eyebrow. "Fine. You know how to ride?"

You nodded no, and the Prince sighed. "Fuck." He then looked at the pony, and he waved you closer. "Alright, first, get your left foot into the stirrup, and then throw your other leg over. But when mounting, always start on the left side, and come from the front, so you do not scare the horse."

You were mounted properly, with Daemon helping you when your foot was caught on the saddle, lifting it over. "There." He said as he looked at his horse.

You then signed. "Where are we going?"

Daemon's eyebrow raised. "What are you doing with your hands?"

You facepalmed. "I communicate with my hands."

Daemon then looked forward. "Well then, come on, give the reins of a flick, and follow me. And do not leave my sight." He ordered, as he then mounted his own horse, and began to move.

And you were off on a journey to whatever you were going. And for a moment, you thought there was a Smile on the Rogue Prince's face.

Must be the light?
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Reward: You have become the Ward of Daemon Targaryen, known as the Rogue Prince. You will now travel Westeros on horseback and Dragonback, to adventure and get into trouble… and out of it in equal measure.

Daemon may not understand you, but he enjoys your company, and the freedom traveling with you brings.

Gain one additional free skill training Action.

As Daemon is now your Guardian, Dragon Riding is now Available as a skill to train, as well as Dragon Commanding. And those skills will not suffer any roll malus when learning.

All Combat and Martial skills (including horseback riding, strategy, and camouflage, etc) gain an additional +30 to their rolls.

However, due to Daemons' lack of courtly manners and economic training, suffer a -10 to training social skills and Economic skills.

You can now Teach Daemon sign.

Your parents are on Dragonstone, hoping you return in a reasonable amount of time to visit.
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Due to being on the road, You only have 2 Actions, as well as the Free Training actions.

You have 3 Training (For Skills only) Action:

And 2 Personal actions.

[]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 each)

[]Train a Skill: Choose one of your skills to train and become better. (Dragon Riding and other dragon related skills are now available)

[]Teach Daemon Sign: You want to be able to communicate with the Prince, and the best way he can do that is if he learns how to sign like you.

[]The Rogue Prince, and His Squire: Daemon has set you down and wishes to ask you a simple question. What is it you want?

[]The Talk of Gods and Men?: He has seen you pray. It was something that he never seemed to do. But he watched you anyway. It was like he was curious to ask. But didn't have the courage to do so.

[]A Bar on the Road: Daemon wants to drink and there are many taverns that are on the road to your destination. So you stop by one.

AN: Enjoy and please vote in plan format.

You shall get Daemon's sheet tonight when I'm finished with it.

 

[Magoose]

The Road:

-[X]Train a Skill: Dragon Riding Rolled: D100 + 20 => 114

The Grey Ghost was not deterred by the Rogue prince's glare as he looked at the Dragon closely. He was clearly looking for anything that you could use to not only stay on but also to remain safely on. "We don't have enough chains to use as reins, and we haven't the coin to purchase more." He muttered to himself, as he quietly looked at the dragon. "You are a wily bastard aren't you, but you won't harm him."

The Grey Ghost blew a puff of smoke in the air, but made no roar, and did not threaten to eat Daemon. He had had his fill of river fish the night before, and the dragon was content with not eating especially since he was more curious than anything else.

There was also the fact The Blood Wyrm was nearby, and he was not shy in his protective nature.

Daemon then looked at you. "Well, it looks like you're going to have to ride the old-fashioned way. Barebacked and having to feel the Dragon to control it?" He smiled as if he had done it before. "Lots of fun, and perfect for when you are ambushed and need to escape and have no time to saddle up."

"Feel?" You singed, and it took a moment for the prince to realize what you meant. He may have been impatient

"Yes. You have to use the scales and the hands you have, shifting your weight one way or another. It's dangerous, but it is very vital in building trust. If you can ride him bareback, you can ride him anywhere."

He then pointed to the Grey Ghost. "Now, mount up."

You quietly walked towards the dragon, who was looking… well not at you, but at the other dragon. There was no malice, you think between the dragons. There was just staring, a bond of some sort that you could not understand.

But as you clambered up the dragon, the Grey Ghost did nothing to help you, as he had previously. As if he was wishing for you to do it yourself. And after a moment, you did, mounting up to a spot behind his neck, and right before his winds. It was as if there was a natural spot for a saddle, but you were riding bareback.

The Grey Ghost then began to flap his wings and you began to rise off the ground, gripping the scales as hard as you could, remaining straight on. Then the Blood Wrym rose, much faster and much more powerful beats of his wings. Experience and talent are on display.

Daemon had full trust, a saddle, and experience.

You had none of those things. "Trust him!" Daemon shouted as the Blood Wyrm roared.

You were petrified… Yet, in a blink and in a moment, you had courage. You held on and finally screamed in the tongue of the Dragons. "<FLY>!"

And the Ghost did. Following the Blood Wyrm.

And the Dragon, Grey Ghost, Roared for the first time in his life with his master's energy.

Reward: Dragon Riding Rank (Trained): You are a Dragonridder, someone who controls, and has bonded to, a Dragon, and rides them, for pleasure and for battle. (+10 to all dragon riding rolls.)

The Grey Ghost can be ridden by you without any hesitation, though with others it is wary.

You have begun the road to recovering your voice.
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-[X]Learn a skill: Horseback Riding Rolled:D100 => 64+30=94

Daemon was amused. But he was happy that you actually rode a horse well enough.

Reward: Horseback riding (Trained): You ride the horse like a boy who has never ridden before. (no bonus to all rolls regarding horseback riding. Can teach your lessers how to ride a horse)

-[X]Learn a skill: personal combat (sword) Rolled:D100 + 30 => 119

Daemon was a harsh and difficult taskmaster. But with a wooden practice sword, he drilled the fundamentals for swordplay and shieldwork.

And he saw you took to it well. And he went harder. And you met those challenges well.

He was impressed.

Reward: Sword and shield (Trained): You are trained in knightly combat, with a sword and shield. You are among the best squires in the realm, even at your age. (+10 when using a sword and shield.)


-[X]Teach Daemon Sign: You want to be able to communicate with the Prince, and the best way he can do that is if he learns how to sign like you. Rolled: D100 => 97

You were eating on the road when Daemon finally came to you, resting by the fire. What you had was some day-old bread he had bought from a farmer, and showed generosity by not only leaving a silver stag but also not threatening the man when he demanded that the prince pray to the seven.

Daemon watched as you sign, trying to apologize for your master's actions, instead, getting met by scorns and insults.

He finally spoke. "Lucien" He seemed to be quiet, before giving him attention. "I need your help with something."

You nodded. Standing and putting down the bread into a bag. "Not that kind." He stated.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "I want to learn how to understand you, and to communicate with you."

At those words, your smile rose and you immediately put out your hands. Daemon was confused. "What are you doing?"

That made you grab his hands, and hold them out in the same way you did. "Alright, what is it?"

You then made the letter A with your fingers. "Letters?" He asked.

You nodded and repeated it. "I see."

It took over a month, but he could sign competently. Enough to where he could actually spend a day communicating with you.

Reward: You teach Daemon High Valyrian and Westerosi Common Sign.

The Bond between you and Daemon grows with the efforts.

Daemon is now far more patient with you, despite his wish to hear you talk.
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-[X]The Rogue Prince, and His Squire: Daemon has set you down and wishes to ask you a simple question. What is it you want? Rolled:D100 => 84

It was a quiet night and you slept under the hedges, on bags and rolls. Daemon was the one who asked. "What is it you want?" He asked.

"You first?" You signed.

Daemon smirked. "Little shit, I'm your master, you have to answer me first."

You folded your arms and smiled before he looked away. "Little shit." He swore. "Fine, I'll tell you."

He paused and looked up into the sky, watching Grey Ghost and the Blood Wyrm fly above, circling, and assisting each other to find the game in the forest. Though The Ghost wanted to hunt in the rivers… and the Blood Wrym didn't. It amazed you that such a dragon could taste in fish as much as yours did, but it was not the strangest thing at all. You had, after all, seen how people eat.

Daemon finally spoke and the voice was quiet, almost a whisper in your ear. "I want to be recognized by my family. I want to be trusted by them, to be given their love. To not be seen as a second son who does not matter. My father was never really around for me, he always focused on Viserys or his brothers, always forgetting about little Daemon, foisting me off with nannies and men at arms and people who were not my family. No one will think of the little fierce one because he was not the eldest, bravest, or strongest. So I took to sword, shield, and lance, to combat, and I became two of the things they desired, but never the first. But no one wanted that in a prince, especially a second son like me. They wanted political animals, men who would enjoy a time of peace and prosperity, to play their game of thrones. They want a man who would obey his father, and Grandfather without question, do his duty… and do nothing more." He looked at you, violet eyes seeming black in the darkness. "That sounded more like a slave's life than that of a Prince, don't you agree?"

"I decided to be Rogue because if I did anything else, they would just ignore me more. Leaving me alone, and be forgotten." He sighed. "Viserys, my brother understood, that was why he was there for me. And we loved each other. We have and always will." Tears were rolling down his face. "Sending me away to the Vale was the worst thing Jaheryes ever did to me because I wasn't with my brother. That's why I hate my wife, my adopted home and title, and try to be as far away from her as possible."

"He needs me. He may not realize it, but my brother needs me because he might have to inherit a responsibility he will not be ready for. And if traveling with you allows him to realize that, to get the trust of everyone else so that when the time comes, I will be there for him… then so be it."

"What do you think of me?" You signed.

"You're a little shit that's what you are, but a talented one, and one my Grandfather seems to want to keep around." He gripped, but clearly he was hiding his true feelings. A smile rose on his face. "Alright, it's your turn, talk… or sign, whatever the hell it is. "What is it you want?"

What is it you want?:
[]Write in

AN: Enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

Adventure Choice:

Did you really know what you wanted? You were a child, with so much out in the world that was scary and afraid. You were quiet, decidedly so, and many of the things that you saw were like… nothing. You had seen the countryside of Westeros.

There was something that was entirely your own.

You had a choice. And that was something you finally understood.

The Choice was only your own.

"I want to be brave." You signed, and there was something that caused Daemon to chuckle. He just smiled.

"Bravery?" he gave a soft chuckle as he said the word. "Well then I think-"

You forced Daemon to look at you. "I am not finished." You signed, and that made Daemon stop his laughter and look at you, seriously and without comedy.

"Very well." He said.

"After I tamed the Grey Ghost everything moved so fast I could only follow what my parents and Prince Baelon told me to do. I still want to make Mother and Father proud, but I also want to be able to stand on my own and pick for myself, like you do. And you should always look to learn from the best, right?"

At that, Daemon seems to be quiet, as if he needed to think about what he needed to say. He then chuckled. "Right. Just remember this my young ward. People will always want to control you. Best learn that now, and learn when to follow that, or when to not."

You looked at the best of the man, with white hair and purple eyes.
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You awoke to Daemon already prepared. "Sleep tight little one?" He chuckled as he tightened the last bag. "You earned it, come on, we're almost there?"

He looked at you, as you signed. "Already?"

"Yes, traveling for a year as we have is more a luxury that we can afford. A time of peace is always well suited for that." He then took a breath. "Remember where we are going?"

[]Gulltown: We're returning to your wife. She had summoned you, telling you that there was a problem between a few of her lords and others, and she needed the most dangerous man in Westeros to solve it.

[]Winterfell: Treasure hunting in the Crypts of Winterfell? Seems a bit strange. Also, isn't lord Rickard going to be very upset that we arrived unannounced looking for treasure?

[]Riverrun: Lord Grover Tully asked us to partake in a tournament he is hosting. What are we, some tourney knights? You don't like torney's?

[]Lannisport: Lord Lannister of Lannisport and Lord Jason want to meet, seems to me they have big plans for us. The fact you accepted the invitation without letting me read the letter is suspicious and dangerous.

[]Old Town: Do you really hate Otto Hightower so much that you want to get him banished from his own home? By disguising yourself as a hedge knight. This is a stupid plan!


AN: enjoy.

 

[Magoose]

Gulltown 1:

You rode beside Daemon who was clearly not happy to be in the Vale. "I am not happy about this." He swore as he looked forward. "Two years have passed since I last saw my Lady wife, and it was nearly two years of bliss, freedom, and adventure. Yet here we are, visiting my bronze bitch."

He then saw you raise an eyebrow and he realized you were not approving. "What?"

"Who is the Bronze Bitch, and why do you hate her so much?" You signed as he quietly looked forward, not even seeing the last word.

Daemon then spoke. "I don't hate her, as much as you may think I do. I hate what she represents, the things that have chained me down."

"What do you mean?" You signed, waiting a moment as he looked back to look at you.

Daemon took a moment to look away, towards Gulltown proper. "After all the time traveling, I would have thought you would have understood." He paused. "I was forced to marry her, and I did not love her, or wish to be her husband. All it did was chain me like a slave."

"Why did your grandmother marry you to her?" You asked, though with how quickly you signed, you thought he did not see it.

"Simple, to keep me out of trouble, or court, I can't remember, all I know is that he thought I was too dangerous and needed to become useful. He thought marriage would sort it out." He chuckled. "Well fuck you grandmother, it didn't, I'm still the same."

At that, he sighed. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to listen to my spewing shit." Then he began to laugh. "Now remember your courtesies, we're going to be meeting my lady wife."

As if he was trying to prepare to meet her and die.
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Rhae Royce was very… pretty. In fact, when you compared to other women you met in your life, as a comparison, only your mother was far prettier. She had a mop straight… no curly red hair and wore a very…silky piece of headwear you did not know the name of to cover most of it. On her forehead was a brilliant piece of gold, looking like an old, ancient runestone that was on Royce's coat of arms and banner.

Even wearing heavy clothes on her top, and red fox fur, she looked very curvy and beautiful even. Strong and fierce were her eyes, and she was clearly… not happy to see her husband.

Daemon looked at you and signed. "See, horrible."

"She's very pretty, are you sure you are not lying, to not hurt my feelings?" You asked as you then noticed the 100 men behind her. All armed and ready for battle.

Daemon gritted his teeth as he pushed you behind him, and marched forward. "My Lady Wife?"

"Shut up Daemon." She growled as she examined you. "Your Bastard?"

Daemon's smile was gone, and he growled. "No. This is Lucien the Silent. My Ward." You saw him grip his sword and the pommel and his hand began to shake. "I thought you knew?"

"No, I didn't. I had more pressing matters to attend to. Like governing Gulltown and Runestone." She spat as you saw her look at you. "While you are off playing hedge knight with a child, who isn't even your own."

That made Daemon look cross, clearly not wishing to beat around the bush. "Yet here I am, appearing as you request." He growled."So talk, woman, tell me what you want, so I can be on my way?"

You were utterly surprised at this, how could two people, married and sworn to protect one another, be so hostile to each other? You stepped forward from behind and towards the Woman, who was confused at your… Bravery? You did not know.

"Stop you-." She demanded, as men drew steel, but instead you gave a bow as Daemon taught you. A low bow meant for the court of King's Landing.

It made her pause, whatever words she had were stuck in her throat. Behind, Daemon then chuckled. "Good one lad."

Rhae regained herself, and her anger. "So you are Lucien?" She asked.

You nodded, a smile rising on your face.

"Do you speak?" She asked.

That caused your smile to drop. You nodded no.

At that, some of her men started to laugh. "Deaf and dumb is your squire Daemon." She chuckled. "Just like you-" Daemon stepped forward, and stood face to face with his wife, men preparing to protect her.

"I can accept a lot of things from my lady wife. Plenty of things. But that boy is neither deaf nor dumb. And to call him otherwise is assonance and ignorant" He growled. "He is my squire, and you will treat him with the respect that he is entitled to as my squire."

At that Rhae went quiet, whether it was fear or realization finally dawning over her. But she remained firm towards her husband. "Come husband."

You followed them inside and felt small.
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As you sat down, Daemon and Rhae talked about the situation. "What is it really? Hilltribes? Rival neighbors? Bastard growing in your belly?"

Rhae shook her head. "You wish it was a bastard."

"Oh yes, any reason to have a nice fine divorce." Daemon shot back.

"You think I like being the joke at court?" Rhae swore. "how men think I am inadequate and a poor wife, because you go off on fleets of fancy and adventure, not even worrying that I care about you!"

"First I'm hearing about it." Daemon shot back. "You never seemed to think about this as anything other than duty?"

"Because you never wanted to actually talk!" She shot back even harder. "You always wanted to be away!"

"Because I hate it here!" Daemon shouted. "I hate the very idea that I have no choice in who I love, and who I marry!"

"I do too!" She shouted. "Yet some don't get the luxury of being able to leave when they please!"

Both seemed tired. Both seemed like they said things they wanted to say.

Do you say anything?:
[]Yes: You do want to say something (Write in what you say below as a linetail)
[]No: No, say nothing, this is between them.

AN: Enjoy

 

[Magoose]

Gulltown 2: Silence

You remained silent, for two very simple reasons. One, the Bitch had called you deaf, when it was clearly not the truth, and in that tone, she did not deserve to have any sort of conversation with you.

You just sat at the table and watched the two continue to argue. It was going to be a while, and you wished that Daemon had actually given you something to do. Even though he had not taught you how to read, he was clearly capable of recounting many of the stories that he had, of the Targaryen conquerors and members of the family that he knew. Especially his late Aunt Gael. He was close to her. Something that you never knew.

As it turned out, no one knew, as everyone thought she did not recognize. She was not bright, she was even forgetful and strange. But she treated him like he was wanted. She always had a way of calling him a name that you only learned recently. Dae… He was the day of her life, and always brightened it. Same with him.

It broke his heart when she died.

But in the memories and stories, he only said one thing, every time. "You remind me of her, just how you listen when everyone wants to be away from me. It's comforting"

Your thoughts were broken as Daemon finally raised his voice. "Then tell me what is wrong, so I can deal with it!"

The Threat:D6 => 3

Rhae finally relented. "Pirates."

Daemon almost laughed. "Pirates? You needed me to deal with some pirates." He then sat down. "Dammit woman, is there really anything that you can't do without a man at your side?"

Rhae spat in his face. "That may be, but if you listened to me, you would have found that it is not so simple."

"Then illuminate me." He shot back, not even wiping the spit from his face. Then you saw him sign. "She might actually listen to me." At that moment, you smiled at that.

"Captain Aero Hordaland. Though I believe it is not a real name, an alias, for a pirate lord that is allied to numerous factions within the Three Daughters." She started, making Daemon straighten up. You did too, mirroring him, as she continued. "Two months ago, I received a message from a merchant in Tyrosh, and then from Myr. About slaving vessels that made Gulltown a Port of call. He gave me all the names and their captains, to seize them and to have them stand trial."

That made Daemon grit his teeth. "Slavers, operating in Westeros? Corlys and the Fleet-"

"I already sent word to the Admiral and the King, but the King said we must deal with this matter delicately. I arrested one captain because he was drunk, and treated him as a guest, while he sobered up. I then sent agents to his ship and found several imprisoned girls. All girls from prostitutes, brothels, and septs. All girls were kidnapped and reported missing. After I threatened his life, and his head, he explained at least his part of the operation. Picking up slaves from an unknown source. One that I am assured of, is a very high-ranking member of the Faith."

That made Daemon spit. "Well as always, the faith continues to be reminded of their evil. Maegor didn't do enough for them, I say."

"Statements of blasphemy notwithstanding Daemon, I need your help." She replied. "I need you to do what you do best when the good captain shows up, and take him alive. I want names."

Daemon then chuckled. "That's it? Seems rather easy, and you already did the hard part, why do you need me?"

"Because one of the names the captain said was Valaar the Silent. His father." Rhae stated.

Your teeth grit hard. Your father was no slaver.

Daemon had the same thought. "I don't believe that man is a slaver."

"That may be, but if you want to clear his name, and not see him sent to the wall or to the Noose, you both will help." She replied.

"Blackmail is hardly a sporting thing a wife and a husband should partake in." Daemon stated.

"Call it extra motivation." She replied. "I can't have you leave until this is done to do whatever the hell you want, and the boy will stay by your side through anything it seems." She then stood up. "I need your help Daemon, and whether it be out of marriage, love, justice, or wishing to leave me alone again, I need this. And I need you."

Daemon then wiped the spit off his face. "Fine. But I'll remember this."

"I would hope for nothing else." She stated.

And then she walked away. Daemon then swore. "Now you know why I call her my Bronze Bitch."

What shall you do?:

[]Talk to Rhae: You want to speak to her and find out why the two of them hate each other.

[]Stay with Daemon: something tells you that he has a lot on his mind. Perhaps you can pick at it.

[]Go to the Library: You can't read, but you can look at the pretty pictures.

[]To the Port: There should be some fish out there for the Grey Ghost.

[]Pray: The Three Goddesses are not kind on this day. Perhaps they can show kindness to you on the next.

AN: Enjoy.