dragonprince (ex_dragonpri265) wrote in agos, @ 2008-09-18 01:11:00 |
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Who: Jaer, anyone else
Where: Red Keep.
When: Day 35. Afternoon.
Rating: PG
Status: Open.
Jaer Sand stood on the parapets looking over the city. He wore simple clothing, though more elegant than that of a sailor as befitted the current position as a foreman and advisor of Tyrith Lannister though he did not wear the colors of that house but black. The wind tugged at his dark hair, blowing it into his face as if to mock him. His eyes were narrowed as he stared out at the city and the harbor. Near a month in and the harbors were not yet fully restored, the workforce still decimated from the plague and he dared not think about the harvest this fall… William rode through the city but his Hand was too busy burying the dead and silencing the living to worry about the lands beyond the walls it seemed. Stark’s daughter was awake, yet the rest of Westeros lay bleeding with grief. Jaer counted himself among that number. He had remarked as much to the men he shared his bread with at the docks and they had nodded with solemn faces. Wolves brought only ill-luck and more wolves. The land was cursed perhaps- one god or another or all of them together.
The Prince of Dorne would arrive soon, and after him the Prince of pirates. There was a dual curse from the gods. Jaer wondered who would arrive for Dorne- would it be Myrwin himself or would he send Henry? Either of the princes Martell would be trouble enough for the Starks, without adding the Lysene envoys and their companions. Elia would be protected as Aenyris should have been. The loss ate at him like a bitter acid. Aenyris should have been queen if only for the sake of the blood. Toria would likely not have understood that arrangement, though. His smile was sad. Was it even worth the crown- all this blood and pain? But he was the last Dragon now- what else could he do?
Even the memory of Toria’s sweet sighs had faded… His betrothed. He wondered how much she knew of Aeny’s death. That was the fate awaiting queens. Without meaning to, he turned and looked toward the windows of Maegor’s Holdfast, the set which had once belonged to his mother. Now they were occupied by Kaelyn Stark. Jaer wondered if she understood either, the would-be queen. Abruptly disgusted with the whole situation, he turned and walked back, returning through the tower and taking the long narrow stairs carefully. It was time he looked in on Elia. It would be weeks before she was moving much again and Maester Harmon seemed happy to keep feeding her the milk of the poppy. Probably hoping he could keep her docile until he could safely hide behind her brother's shield.
Footsteps echoing in the hallway ahead slowed his movements and he waited to see who would appear.