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Chapter 32.6- The Seadragon's Roar
🕑 Added 2025-09-30 19:39:52 +0000 UTC“Will you place them on me, my lord?” She asked, already turning around before I had even gotten the chance to begin answering. But then again what was I going to say? No? Who the fuck do you take me for?
I leaned over her shoulders, fiddling with the present earrings she had on for a second before getting them off. Then I replaced them with the new ones, putting the old ones in the box the new had come in. The old were a gold ensemble, not valueless by any means but clearly lacking when compared with the new pair. When I was finished, she turned around, barely giving me the chance to take a step back.
“How do they look, my lord?”
“On you, Princess? Even coal would look like the most precious gem. These earrings? Breathtaking” I said, enjoying the way her skin warmed at my words. She seemed to shiver at the compliment for some reason before straigtening up and curtsying.
“Thank you, my lord. For the gift, and for your words”
“Not to worry, Princess. For the gift, it would have been a crime to see those and not place them on the most beautiful pair of ears in the known world. And for the words, I wish I were better with them so as to drive home the sight I have been gifted with” I said, at this point, even I knew I was laying it on a bit thick. But this was medieval courtship. The whole point was laying it on thick. She giggled, proving my point.
“I did not know you were a poet, Lord Velaryon”
“I did not either. Perhaps you bring it out in me” I said, and there she was giggling again.
“There is a mummer’s troupe that sometimes tells the story of the Conquest. Not too far away from here.” She said, and I nodded, accepting the implied request.
“Then we must go see it for ourselves then. If you would lead the way, Princess?” And then I went back to my horse while she returned to her wheelhouse. I’d received the offer to ride in it with her, but very few things would make me step into one those things. Not even the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms qualified to be on that list.
We rode two blocks down, arriving at the very edge of the merchant district of the city. Of course, it wasn’t called that. King’s landing was far too complex to be divided into something as neat as districts. But they were a useful way— for me as a newcomer— to categories and understand things for the time being.
When Rhaenyra left the wheelhouse, we moved to the edge of the growing crowd that surrounded a makeshift stage of some sort.
“Never. Never. Never. Never will I surrender to you and your dragons. Because your dragons breathe fire and fire burns wood, but stone does not melt, my Lord. And my castle is naught but good and strong stone. Come and let me crush you beneath the walls of Harrenhal” One of the actors said, playing a fairly passable rendition of who could only be Harren the Black.
“Verily I say unto you, Son of the queer faith of the Drowned God, by the strength of the Seven who are one, my dragons will burn your castle and all its towers in seven breaths” Another man— this one wearing a silver wig, and styled into some passing resemblance of Valyrian beauty said. I turned to Rhaenyra and found her eagerly devouring the show, even as I wondered just which of the idiots in the castle had paid for this display of foolishness. By the strength of the seven who are one? I didn’t know the man, but something told me Aegon Targaryen, first of his name, hadn’t given many fucks about the seven who are one.
“And so that night when the Iron Born went to sleep, the King Aegon Targaryen and his wives, flew upon their dragons and turned them against the great castle of Harrenhall...” A voice from off the stage began to speak while the rest of the actors exited.
A/N: And so that is our chappy. How does this one feel? Wanted to look at King’s Landing before chaos ensues/
