⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr pocketed the letter for now, he’d hand it off to ashford’s maester before he took his leave to sleep. sleep, gods it sounded lovely. what he would give to rest his eyes after the horror that had been today. “perhaps you should stop drinking it, then,” he said with a sigh. he (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr’s brow quirked up, listening to aerion’s less than smart choice of words. then again, when had aerion ever been much of a thinker. the poor boy only thought of himself. “my own squire speaking treason against the heir to the throne?” valarr questioned, a jest in his tone. (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr eyed his brother briefly. he was not so sure what kind of leader aethelstan would have made, but if the way he had carried himself throughout this tourney was any telling… he was not so sure that it would have been the best fate for the realm. valarr was most like his father ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ (…)

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr’s eyes rolled at aerion’s compliment. to be fair, he was surprised to even hear any compliment at all leave his cousin’s lips. but, he would not allow it to show on his expression for one moment. “thank you,” he said as he slipped the plated chest piece over his head. he (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ his mother worried when the wind swept his hair wrong. the woman worried over everything and anything. the least he could do was ensure her all would be well before she worked herself into a mess. maybe, he would even mention aethelstan in the letter, if his brother did not (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏꜱᴇ."

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr’s eyes were narrowed into a glare as he watched his brother. had dorne truly turned him into a drunk, same as daeron? valarr was annoyed beyond relief, drinking himself sick would do nothing but make all of this feel worse. “would you sit down at least? your flittering (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ on and on he went, his brother projecting his sorrows for his life as it were valarr’s fault. it had never been valarr’s fault that he had been named heir. it had only made this all messier and more irritating. and here was aethelstan, acting as if he were all the wiser and more (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ aerion was serving as a far better squire than any of valarr’s other squires. it was a shame they had been in close in age, valarr would have liked to have aerion as his true squire at some point. he shook his head a bit, ignoring his own thoughts as he loosened his own gauntlets, (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr’s dark brows knit together, his annoyance only growing now. he did not know aethelstan very well, they did not grow up together, and he despised how his bastard brother thought it a good idea to shout at him or lay hands on him at all. “i am the prince, that is why i stay (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ “i can not dismiss them, cousin. i am the heir. it’s my duty to make nice and keep up appearances,” valarr explained, though he didn’t know why he even tried. aerion was not the brightest, and certainly not skilled at all in the means of diplomacy. only focused on…whatever it was (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr continued writing the letter. he knew his mother would be in fits over this. she’d have a million and one questions, so he was trying his best to answer everything he could think that she’d asked. “i am fine,” valarr grumbled. he dipped his quill again, the smell of the ink (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ his mismatched eyes rolled at aerion’s seriousness. always so serious. it was unnerving, really. no wonder the poor man had no friends. “oh, you know they only bring me here for show,” he smiled, patting the chest plate of his own armor with the palm of his hand. “it is you, the (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr had not expected any visitors tonight, let alone drunken, stumbling visitors. he sat up a bit in his chair, where he was writing a letter to his mother. letting her know of what had happened to their father. his brows furrowed as he noticed aethelstan, and the sour scent of (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr did not like that. as he was hauled up, his hands instantly slapped at aethelstan’s to free himself from his grip. did he have a death wish? laying hands on the heir’s heir like he was some green boy. once aethelstan let go of him, valarr took a few steps back (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ aerion was small, he’d not hit the growth spurt that himself, matarys, and daeron had gotten. though, that did not dull his cousin’s ferocity in one bit. valarr had to give him that. he smile slightly, a scoff leaving his lips as he shook his head and watched aerion adjust his (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr had never been one to be easy to rile up. he could stay cool headed and brush everything off with ease. especially when it came to matters of family. his hands raised as he shrugged again, resting them back against his thighs. if he did not want to do something, he (…) ⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ the prince approached the targaryen tent as the lists continued on. he’d had his fair share of viewing for the day, all he wanted now was a glass of wine in his tent and the comfort of his bed in the castle ashford. he noticed his cousin when he approached, shaking his head (…) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr’s nose scrunched up as he shook his head just a bit. he had personally always had a complicated relationship with his brother. he was supposed to be the heir, not valarr. he felt he could not trust him. that any day now that the rebellion was done, he’d change his mind (…) ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ right, his uncle’s children had never made it to the tourney. he’d heard about it in passing, but he’d not cared much to look into it. daeron’s presence was never something to miss. “i wish i could say i was surprised,” he said, shaking his head a bit. lost hopes, all of his cousins. (…) ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ he eyed aethelstan as he took a seat beside valarr. if he were in a better mood, he would have invited him to sit. if he were in a worse mood, he would have made some attempt at excusing himself due to a headache. not today. his brows raised as he shrugged, sipping his wine as he (…) ⠀⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr scoffed at the notion of his brother choosing to challenge aerion, of all people. their cousin, mad as a witch and bitey as a small dog. “i should give you my luck then,” he sighed, shaking his head ever so slightly. maybe aerion needed knocked on his ass. ⠀ his brother could (…)

⠀ ⠀⠀ valarr did not want to be here. he did not care to be dragged along to a lowly tourney in a lowly town of the reach, and yet… baelor had demanded he come with. show face and smile and remind the people of the line of succession. it had been gloomy and depressing, all clouds and (…) ⠀⠀

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