the kids are all right who: Jaehaerys, Genna, Ned? where: Summerhall, the dragon pens when: Aug 16, midday status: Closed, ask before joining rating: pg-13
The King of the Seven Kingdoms, Jaehaerys Targaryen, the fourth of his name, was sprawled on the grass in the shade of a tree, watching three serpentine shapes flying through the sky overhead. He'd threatened his white knights with their lives if they let anyone near him who was going to request anything resembling a boon, or the wielding of a pen. In fact, unless Kings Landing was being sacked by the Iron Born he was not interested, and not even then. William and Rhaeys could manage til sunset. A bottle of wine was his only company- he'd sent his fool running, and even his usual companions were not suiting his tastes. Aenyris was caught up in household duties and orchestrating mourning clothes, but he knew she would be along sometime.
In any case, the dragons' pens were well guarded and their private enclosure expansive to allow them some room to hunt as they grew. Aenyris had them trained not to fly beyond their walls without permission- which soon would be taking the form of riders if they followed the old traditions. Already, they were the size of horses. Rhaegal's white form flipped and soared through the sky, gleaming gold in the light as he circled Meraxes, earning the green's ire as a flash of flame spouted. Above them both, Balerion floated like a shadow. Born first, he had already outweighed his siblings and in the deep crimson tinges to his scales, Jaehaerys saw the promise of a second black dread.
The sound of someone approaching drew the king's attention, and overhead the dragons wheeled in the sky to come back toward their home. There were few who would brave the dragons' pens, and he wondered what would bring them now. Coming toward him was Ser Myles, and at his side was Genna Stark, and a little boy. Myles had the faintest suggestion of a smile on his face as he bowed to the king.
"Your majesty, I have been begged to announce Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. They swear it is a matter of great urgency."
Jaehaerys sighed. The children had no place here, but at least Genna wouldn't expect him to sign anything or give a fuck about the trade negotiations with the Qartheen ambassador, he thought as he sat up.
"Ah, they look as if they are carrying state secrets," Jaers said with a tired smile. "You can leave us, Myles. Genna, does your lord father know where you are?" he asked with a raised brow as the kingsguard took his leave. "No, best not to answer that. I can guess." The king remained seated cross-legged on the grass but opened his arms to welcome Genna with a hug.