Chapter 3.1- The Seadragon's Roar
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Was Corlys pleased when we returned two months later than we were supposed to? No. Was he less pissed when he saw Vhagar for the first time? Also, no. Must have been a result of the two of us trying to g to scare him with the dragon and pranking him that she had gone out of control and begun to rampage. Still, there were few regrets on my end, and on Laena’s end, there were none. Should I have let her convince me to spend time on the unnamed islands teaching her to fly and helping her strengthen her bond with Vhagar? Nope. Not at all. Most of the flying had been bareback so we’d ended up giving her a series of bruises and welts that led to a dressing down from Mom that neither of us would be forgetting anytime soon.
Still, it was all well and good until the raven had come. Dark wings, dark words as they say. In this case, the dark words had been about Jaehaerys’ death. Not really his death, to be frank. There was little love to be lost between House Velaryon and the old King. No, the dark words had been Viserys’ coronation. It was indeed going to come to pass. We had known it was an inevitability, but everyone knew there was a difference between logically knowing something and then being confronted with its occurrence.
As the runner up from the Great Council, I basically had no choice but to be present with the family. To do otherwise would be to signal dissatisfaction with the decision— to signal intent not to abide. And that was risky. Maybe even as risky as what Corlys was suggesting— rebellion.
“Half the realm voted with us. Half the realm will rise with us. We have the dragons. We have the seas. We have all that we need to press your claim” He said, sounding exasperated, words directed at our mother who had shut him down the second he had brought it up.
