Chapter 10

With the memory of the kisses shared with Rhaenyra still lingering in his mind, Jaehaerys stands at the gates of the Red Keep, ready to receive the first of the Lords arriving. His heart beats with a mixture of anticipation and resolve as the grand procession approaches. The banners of the noble houses flutter in the wind, a colorful testament to the power and influence of the Seven Kingdoms.

Jaehaerys stands tall and composed, the recent moments with Rhaenyra giving him a sense of purpose and strength. By his side, Vaelar and Melony stand ready to welcome the arriving lords, their presence a comforting reminder of his allies from Essos. Ser Ryam, now the knight who bestowed him the title, stands just behind him, a symbol of the old guard's acceptance and support.

The first banners to be seen are those of House Stark, the grey direwolf on a white field. Lord Rickon Stark, stern and imposing, leads his retinue, his gaze sweeping the courtyard as he dismounts. Jaehaerys steps forward, offering a respectful bow.

"Welcome to King's Landing, Lord Stark," Jaehaerys says, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Prince Jaehaerys," Rickon Stark responds with a nod, his tone measured. "It is an honor to be here."

As more lords arrive, each bearing their house sigils with pride, Jaehaerys greets them with the same respect and formality. He knows that each interaction is crucial in garnering support for the changes he and his allies wish to see implemented in the realm.

Soon, the banners of House Lannister appear, the golden lion gleaming in the sunlight. Lord Jason Lannister, with his golden mane and proud demeanor, strides forward. Jaehaerys meets him with a firm handshake.

"Lord Lannister, welcome," Jaehaerys greets him.

"Prince Jaehaerys, it's good to finally meet the talk of the realm," Jason replies with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

The procession continues, with the lords of the Reach, the Stormlands, and the Vale arriving in turn. Each greeting is a delicate dance of power and politics, and Jaehaerys handles them with the grace and composure befitting a prince.

As the stream of noble lords continues to pour into the Red Keep, one lord in particular catches Jaehaerys' attention – Lord Hobart Hightower, the lord of Oldtown and older brother to Otto Hightower. The arrival of House Hightower, with its distinct white beacon on a grey background, adds an air of sophistication and historical gravitas to the procession. Jaehaerys, however, knows that behind this dignified facade lies a man deeply enmeshed in the political machinations of his brother, Otto.

Jaehaerys steps forward, his gaze fixed on the older, imposing figure dismounting from his horse. Lord Hobart Hightower, known for his keen intellect and strategic mind, approaches with an air of quiet authority. His presence is formidable, and the familial connection to Otto Hightower only adds to the intrigue and caution Jaehaerys feels.

"Lord Hightower, welcome to King's Landing," Jaehaerys greets him, his voice filled with respect.

Lord Hobart studies Jaehaerys for a moment, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. "Prince Jaehaerys," he responds, his tone measured but polite. "It is an honor to be here."

Jaehaerys gestures for Lord Hobart to join him as they walk further into the courtyard. "I trust your journey from Oldtown was uneventful?" he inquires, seeking to engage the lord in conversation.

"It was smooth, thank you," Lord Hobart replies. "Oldtown sends its regards to the capital."

As they walk, Jaehaerys senses an opportunity to delve deeper into the relationship between the Hightower brothers and the dynamics of the realm. "Your brother, Otto, has been a pillar of support for my uncle, King Viserys. I hope we can count on your wisdom and guidance as well."

Lord Hobart nods thoughtfully. "Otto has always been devoted to the realm's stability. As for me, I am here to observe and ensure that Oldtown's interests align with those of the crown."

Jaehaerys senses the careful balance Lord Hobart maintains between familial loyalty and his own political acumen. However, he is also acutely aware of the potential duplicity. "Your presence here is invaluable, Lord Hobart. Together, we can work towards a future that benefits all the Seven Kingdoms."

Lord Hobart's lips curl into a faint smile. "Indeed, Prince Jaehaerys. I look forward to our discussions."

As they reach the steps leading into the Red Keep, Jaehaerys turns to formally introduce Lord Hobart to his companions. "Lord Hightower, may I present Vaelar, formerly the First Sword of Braavos, and young Melony, both dear friends and trusted allies."

Lord Hobart regards them with a nod. "A pleasure to meet you both."

Vaelar, with his usual charm, steps forward. "The honor is ours, Lord Hightower. Oldtown's reputation precedes it."

Melony, wide-eyed and curious, offers a shy smile, which Lord Hobart acknowledges with a gentle nod.

With the introductions made, Jaehaerys takes a moment to reflect on the alliances forming around him. The presence of Lord Hobart Hightower signifies a crucial link to Oldtown, a center of knowledge and power. Jaehaerys knows that forging a strong relationship with the Hightowers could be pivotal in the political landscape ahead, but he remains cautious, ever watchful of the schemes that could be brewing behind the scenes.

As the bustling courtyard of the Red Keep continues to fill with the lords of the Seven Kingdoms, Jaehaerys' eyes catch sight of a familiar banner: the twin grapes on a blue field, the sigil of House Redwyne of the Arbor. A surge of excitement wells up within him as he eagerly anticipates the arrival of his childhood friend, Garth Redwyne, heir to House Redwyne and nephew to Ser Ryam. The two had shared many adventures and trials together, having both squired under Ser Ryam in their youth.

The procession of House Redwyne enters the gates, and Jaehaerys steps forward, his gaze scanning the group until he spots Garth. Dismounting from his horse, Garth is instantly recognizable, his tall frame, ref hair and easy smile bringing a wave of nostalgia. As soon as he catches sight of Jaehaerys, his face lights up with a broad grin.

"Jaehaerys!" Garth calls out, striding forward with open arms.

"Garth!" Jaehaerys responds, matching his friend's enthusiasm as they embrace, their camaraderie evident to all who witness the reunion.

"It's been too long, my friend," Garth says, clapping Jaehaerys on the back. "The Arbor has felt empty without your mischief."

Jaehaerys laughs, the sound carrying a mix of joy and relief. "And King's Landing has been far too serious without your antics to liven it up."

They step back, studying each other for a moment. Despite the time that had passed, the bond between them remains strong. Jaehaerys gestures for Garth to join him as they walk towards the central courtyard.

"How fares the Arbor?" Jaehaerys inquires, genuinely curious about his friend's homeland.

Garth's smile softens with pride. "Prosperous as ever. The vineyards are in full bloom, and the wine flows freely. But enough of that – tell me about your adventures in Essos. I've heard tales that put our childhood exploits to shame."

Jaehaerys chuckles, shaking his head. "Essos was a different world, Garth. But we'll have plenty of time to share stories. For now, there are many here who wish to meet you."

As they approach the assembled group, Jaehaerys turns to formally introduce Garth to his companions. "Everyone, may I present Garth Redwyne, heir to House Redwyne of the Arbor, and my dearest friend."

Vaelar steps forward with a grin. "The pleasure is mine, Garth. I've heard many tales of your escapades with our prince here."

Melony, always curious, looks up at Garth with wide eyes. "Did you and Harry really get into a lot of trouble together?"

Garth laughs, ruffling Melony's hair. "More than I care to admit, little one. But those are stories for another time."

Rhaenyra steps forward next, her presence commanding attention. "Welcome to King's Landing, Lord Redwyne. Jaehaerys has spoken highly of you."

Garth bows slightly. "Princess Rhaenyra, the honor is mine. I look forward to serving the realm alongside such esteemed company."

With the introductions complete, Jaehaerys and Garth find a moment to themselves. "I can't tell you how good it is to have you here, Garth," Jaehaerys says, his tone sincere.

Garth's expression mirrors his sentiment. "And I, you. Together, we'll face whatever comes our way."

As the day progresses, Jaehaerys feels a renewed sense of purpose and strength. Surrounded by friends, old and new, he knows that the bonds they share will be crucial in the days ahead. The arrival of the lords is not just a show of allegiance – it is the beginning of a new chapter, one where unity and loyalty will be tested, but ultimately forged into an unbreakable force for the future of the realm.

—

The atmosphere in Jaehaerys' chambers was charged with anticipation. Lord Corlys, Vaelar, and Garth moved with purpose, arranging maps and documents detailing the strategic importance of the Stepstones. Jaehaerys, deep in thought, stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the sprawling city below.

Lord Corlys adjusted a map of the Narrow Sea, speaking with his usual authority. "The Triarchy's control over the Stepstones is more than a disruption; it's a direct threat to our trade and security. We need to present a unified strategy."

Vaelar, leaning casually against the wall, added, "And we need to make it clear that this alliance benefits all involved. It's not just about power; it's about ensuring prosperity and stability."

Garth, adjusting his doublet, nodded in agreement. "My father values strategic alliances that benefit the Arbor. If we can present a solid plan, he will be on board."

Jaehaerys turned from the window, his expression resolute. "We need to emphasize the broader threat the Triarchy poses to the realm. Their ambitions won't stop at the Stepstones if we don't act."

A knock on the door signaled the arrival of their guests. The steward announced them, and Lord Desmond Manderly entered first, his son Torrhen by his side. Lord Lymand Mallister followed, accompanied by his son Rymun. Lastly, Lord Robert Redwyne entered, his keen gaze assessing the room. Garth gave his father a respectful nod.

Jaehaerys stepped forward, offering a warm yet formal greeting. "Welcome, my lords. It is an honor to have you here."

Lord Desmond nodded, his eyes scrutinizing the room. "Prince Jaehaerys, we are eager to hear what you have to propose."

Jaehaerys gestured for them to sit around the large oak table. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. We have much to discuss, and your counsel is invaluable."

Once everyone was seated, Lord Corlys began the presentation, outlining the threat posed by the Triarchy and the strategic importance of the Stepstones. Jaehaerys spoke next, detailing his vision for a united front to reclaim the Stepstones, along with Myr, Lys and Tyrosh, and secure the trade routes, emphasizing the benefits for each of their houses.

"The Triarchy's control over the Stepstones disrupts our trade and threatens our security," Jaehaerys said. "Their ambitions extend beyond the Stepstones, and if we do not act, they will continue to expand their influence."

Lord Robert Redwyne listened intently, his fingers steepled under his chin. "And what of the risks? These are not endeavors to be taken lightly."

Vaelar interjected confidently. "The risks are significant, yes. But with careful planning and our combined strength, we can mitigate them. Success will bring unprecedented prosperity and security."

Torrhen Manderly leaned forward, determination in his young face. "My father and I are prepared to support this cause. The North values strength and honor. Show us a clear path, and we will stand with you."

Lord Lymand Mallister and his son exchanged glances before the elder lord spoke. "The Riverlands have seen too much conflict. We desire stability and peace. If your plan can promise that, you have our swords."

Lord Robert, Garth's father, finally spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his years. "Jaehaerys, I have known you since you were a boy. I trust in your judgment and your commitment to this realm. The Arbor will support you."

Jaehaerys felt a surge of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, my lords. Together, we can achieve greatness for the realm and ensure a future of peace and prosperity."

The meeting continued with the lords discussing logistics and strategies. As the session drew to a close, Jaehaerys stood and raised a cup of wine. "To our alliance, and to the future of Westeros. May our combined efforts bring forth a new era of unity and strength."

The lords raised their cups in agreement, the room filled with a sense of purpose and camaraderie. This was the beginning of a powerful alliance, one that would shape the destiny of the realm.

—

As the flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the richly adorned table in the king's chambers, where Viserys, Rhaenyra, and Jaehaerys were seated for dinner, Jaehaerys decided to broach the subject on his mind.

"Your Grace," Jaehaerys began, addressing his uncle with a respectful nod, "there's something I wish to discuss with you both."

Viserys looked up from his plate, curiosity piqued. "Of course, Jaehaerys. What is on your mind?"

Jaehaerys turned to Rhaenyra, his expression earnest. "I've been thinking about how beneficial it could be for Rhaenyra to learn the art of Water Dancing, the Braavosi style of swordsmanship. Vaelar is an excellent teacher and has already started training young Mel. I believe Rhaenyra could greatly benefit from these lessons as well."

Rhaenyra's eyes widened in interest, her fork pausing midway to her mouth. "Water Dancing? I've heard tales of its elegance and effectiveness. It's said to be more about finesse than brute strength."

Viserys's expression shifted, a hint of hesitation crossing his features. "Jaehaerys, you know that sword fighting is considered unladylike. Rhaenyra's place is to learn the skills of a lady, not a warrior."

Jaehaerys nodded, understanding his uncle's concern. "I understand, Your Grace. But times are changing. The realm is facing threats from all sides, and Rhaenyra is more than just a lady. She is a Targaryen, with the strength and spirit of our ancestors. Learning to defend herself and others is not just about fighting; it's about empowerment and being prepared for any eventuality."

Rhaenyra looked at her father, her eyes pleading. "Father, I want to be prepared. I want to learn and grow in every way possible. If Water Dancing can help me do that, shouldn't we at least consider it?"

Viserys sighed, clearly torn between tradition and his daughter's desires. "It is not that I doubt your abilities, Rhaenyra. I just worry about what people will say. The court can be cruel, and I want to protect you from that."

Jaehaerys leaned forward, his voice soft but firm. "Your Grace, Rhaenyra's strength and determination will speak louder than any gossip. The people will see her as a capable and strong leader, one who can protect her realm in times of need."

Viserys took a deep breath, weighing the arguments. "Very well," he said finally, his tone resigned. "If you believe this is truly beneficial, then I will not stand in the way. But promise me, Jaehaerys, that you and Vaelar will ensure Rhaenyra's training is both rigorous and safe."

Jaehaerys nodded confidently. "Of course, Your Grace. Vaelar is a seasoned warrior and a careful instructor. Rhaenyra and Mel will be in good hands."

Rhaenyra beamed at Jaehaerys. "Thank you, Jaehaerys. I can't wait to start. And it will be even more fun to train alongside Mel."

Viserys smiled at his daughter, though a hint of concern remained in his eyes. "Remember, Rhaenyra, this is not just about learning to fight. It's about understanding the responsibility that comes with it."

As the conversation continued over dinner, Jaehaerys felt compelled to further advocate for Rhaenyra's protection and the empowerment of women in the realm.

"Your Grace," Jaehaerys addressed Viserys with a determined tone, "I believe it's time we consider establishing a group of female warriors to serve as protectors for Rhaenyra and other women of the royal family, much like the Kingsguard does for the king. These women would accompany Rhaenyra wherever she goes, ensuring her safety and acting as her sworn guardians."

Viserys listened intently, considering Jaehaerys's proposal. "A group of female warriors?" he echoed, brows furrowed in thought. "It's an unconventional idea, to be sure. But I see the merit in it, especially given past events."

Jaehaerys nodded, seizing the opportunity to bolster his argument. "Exactly, Your Grace. We've seen how vulnerable our queens and princesses can be, even in places where men are not allowed. Take the attack on Queen Alysanne at Maidenpool for example. If she had been accompanied by a group of skilled female warriors, perhaps the outcome would have been different, and Queen Alyssane would not have lost her child,"

Viserys's expression softened, acknowledging the validity of Jaehaerys's point. "You make a compelling argument, Jaehaerys. But finding such women, skilled in combat and dedicated to their duty, may prove challenging."

Jaehaerys leaned forward, his conviction unwavering. "I understand the challenge, Your Grace. But I believe there are women in the realm who possess the necessary skills and dedication, particularly in the North who have a long-standing tradition of Shieldmaidens. We can train them, just as we train the Kingsguard. And in honor of Jonquil Darke, known as 'the Scarlet Shadow' for her unwavering loyalty to Good Queen Alyssane, these women can be known as the Scarlet Shadows."

Viserys considered Jaehaerys's proposal carefully, weighing the risks and benefits. "Very well," he said finally, his tone resolute. "If you can find suitable candidates and ensure their training is rigorous, then we shall proceed with establishing the Scarlet Shadows. But remember, Jaehaerys, this is a significant responsibility. These women must be skilled, disciplined, and above all, loyal to the crown."

Jaehaerys nodded, a sense of determination filling him. "Thank you, Your Grace. I will ensure that the Scarlet Shadows are worthy of their duty and honor."

With Viserys's reluctant approval, Jaehaerys knew that the path ahead would not be easy. But he was committed to empowering women in the realm and ensuring the safety of his future queen, Rhaenyra. And with the Scarlet Shadows by her side, he was confident that she would be well protected, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

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