⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ never would she suggest her own son. abelar was still but a green boy, and she had watched him practicing back in the oldtown tourney grounds. gods be good on his first tourney. aemond would challenge valarr, she felt they was appropriate. an entertaining bout indeed, cousin (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ rhaella turned to watch as aemond walked over to a bookshelf. she did not follow, did not crowd her nephew. instead, she took a seat at a small table in the room. she tilted her head, nodding along to his plans. valarr would be a worthy opponent, but it was aerion that would be a (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ rhaella’s brows raised slightly, not in surprise, but in encouragement. she was not sure she had ever seen aemond compete in a tourney, but she would be glad to see to it. she kept her eyes out the window, hands clasped before her. a horse trekked across the tourney ground, (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

i can have a chat with her about it, she may like the idea of visiting me for a bit. she would do well with some guidance towards the seven. we do have lovely septas here.

perhaps she should spend a moon in oldtown, i’m sure her time would be well spent in the starry sept. it might even shake these bad habits.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ rhaella stepped inside the room at aemond’s permission. of course maekar had chosen to take to aerion rather than aemond. she never understood it. maekar had been so similar to aemond in his youth. overlooked and cast aside by their parents. yet, he did the same to aemond. she (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀

ever the brooding prince, how charming. i suppose that is all the advice i can offer you. take it or not. is it that you’d like me to ask what’s on your mind? go on, i’ll listen.

well enough, brother. do the summerhall maesters lack such skill that they can not brew you a tea to aid your sleep? perhaps i’ve been spoiled. or is it those clamoring children keeping you up?

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ rhaella had never been one for tourneys. she had attended an endless amount of tourneys in her youth in the aftermath of the blackfyre rebellion. she’d tagged along, watched her brothers joust and fight, from town to town. that had been ages ago, and still…she was tourneyed out. (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

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⠀ ⠀⠀ classy as ever, aerion was. like every word out of his mouth was chosen with great purpose intended to irritate anyone and everyone. again, her best bet was just ignoring some of his more vulgar words. she was raised with four brothers. she knew how to play the game. she stood (…) ⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ that would be most appreciated, my lady. do bring them by if you manage to make something. i’d love to see it. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ that sounds lovely, my lady. the gardens are best this time of year. do let me know if you find anything extraordinary. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “i do not know, aerion, ask your grandsire,” rhaella said, breathy and annoyed as her violet eyes rolled. as if she’d had a choice in her marriage. as if any of them had. if it had been up to her, she’d have stayed in the red keep and married someone closer to home. aerion knew (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ rhaella gave aerion a sidelong glance, eyes narrowing briefly. she knew abelar was not a great knight. he was only just knighted out of his squire-hood two moons ago. this was his first tourney as a challenger. “he is your cousin, too, you know,” she exhaled, though the fight was (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ rhaella decided not to indulge aerion in his never ending berating of the small folk. she could find the humor in puppet and stage shows, but she knew some people could over look it. aerion being one of those people. she lifted her head up from where it’d been rested on the black (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “oh, gods forbid i check in on you,” rhaella sighed with a roll of her eyes. she leaned back in her seat, sipping her own wine as she tilted her head back to look up at the ceiling. she knew maekar had failings as a parent. she knew the children had no one in their corner. it (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

rhaella could not help the gentle smile that threatened to tilt her lips. aerion had always been…entertaining. ever since he was a young boy, yapping about at feasts about whatever new targaryen history lessons he had learned.

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ a low sigh left rhaella’s lips as she entered the small solar attached the chambers they had been assigned for the stay in ashford. she took a seat across from aerion, huffing as she reached for an empty chalice, pouring herself a glass of arbor red wine. ﹙...﹚ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

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lay me down where the trees bend low. put me down where the greenery stings.

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