>>5805001<span class="mu-i">‘’Beautiful isn’t it’’
’’yes, Uncle’’</span>
Dragonstone was cast in shadow and the dying amber light as you approached, the oldest seat of old house Targyran had a surreal and ominous quality to it, it was unlike Crab isle or any other castle you dreamed existed, even in the distant dark you could see monstrous shapes upon the wall that seemed to twist and change in the growing twilight, it would have alarmed you if you had not know better about the famous carved Dragon effigies and crenellations the Targyrans of old had carved with sorcery and dragonfire out of the seamless black rock of old Valyria, to think Dragons had roosted with their stone kin more than two hundred years ago on the wall ahead sent a shiver down your spine.
<span class="mu-i">‘’It was from here Aegon the conqueror had launched his invasion with his sister wives had launched their Invasion 400 years ago, where our houses earned a place in history as true lords’’</span> your uncle remarked again, his good cheer was remarkably melancholic you realized, he had been half mesmerized by the old castle as you approached and if it had not been for his commentary you would have thought him lost in his own mind like old Maester Symon, beside you your brother Corly muttered a prayer to the seven, like you he had been taken by the spectacle but had grown sullen in its shadow, he was far from the only one, many of the men at arms had emerged some time after you at the call of land & elation had given way to no small amount of morbid murmurs about the sight.
Your uncle turned to address you <span class="mu-i">’’Boys, I have to ask this because your Father demanded it of me’’</span> you felt the heavy sense of duty in his tone, your Father rarely demanded anything from your uncle, let alone house Velaryon.
<span class="mu-i">’’What did he say’’</span> Corly’s tone was cautious, you realized a moment after him the obvious answer.
<span class="mu-i">’’He commanded me to order you to not figh-’’</span> Lyonal was cut off by your Brothers rising Ire.
<span class="mu-i">’’NO! We did not start it, we ar-’’</span> It was your brother's turn to be interrupted, his near petulant tone cut down with sternness as your uncle thumped gunwale of the ship with his fist.
<span class="mu-i">’’Dammit Corly, I know that already’’</span> your uncle had a stern look in his eye as he looked at the two of you<span class="mu-i">‘’We cannot afford too, YOU cannot afford too, your Lord Father has demanded no. fighting. with. his. other. sons.</span>
Your brother cursed the stranger with a mutter <span class="mu-i">’’as you command Ser’’</span> you could hear the hurt in his tone, you felt some small pang of it yourself but you only felt growing suspicion, was this an omen of what the soldiers had heard, did your Father intend to knight them?
Your uncle regarded you brother sternly for a moment before casting his eye to you, there was a softer touch in it for you.
<span class="mu-i">’’Alyn?’’</span>was all he said.
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