Cregan (5) Alyn (2) Arthur (16)

AN:Cregan speaks to the manderlys about being on their best behavior around his kin when arriving in SPARTA.

ALYN flies for the first time. Unlike when he meets Rhaenyra however, it will be his daughter by Syrax, morning. As well as a black beast

Arthur meets someone he had forgotten about. Someone who shifts his entire plan of action regarding the future of Sparta.

Aan 😂 give me ideas on what I should name my boy Alyn. I need Valyrian last names only please and thanks 🙏

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Karhold/shivering sea, 130 AC

(CREGAN POV)

All along the journey I've had to duck and dodge lord Walter manderlys questions. However, as I see karhold in the distance I decide it's time.

Informing Lucas casel of my need to speak with Walter, he sends a guard to give the message.

(Image of Walter)

Within minutes a knock at my door is heard. Bidding them to enter I see Lucas with Walters large body behind him.

I don't even need to hear Lucas say anything. I simply nod.

As Walter sits down I know I needs must explain how vital it is to keep Arthur as an ally. 'Not only is he my kin. He's older than Torrhen himself! Old gods be good. That's still an infathomable notion.'

As my thoughts settle down I decide to grab one of the other garbs lord Arthur had sent to me. In truth I like these things he called robes. Although not like any robe I've ever heard of.

Setting it down, Walter seems intrigued by the garbs. As any who see them for the first time would be. For the were truly unique. A completely black garb in the form of a bear skin.

(Image)

A wildly beautiful thing I haven't worn yet. One I was hoping to show off to lord Valhalla when we arrive in a few days.

We northmen might be simple. But we like good quality things as much as anyone else.

I decide to break the silence. ""I received such a fine gift from a kinsmen I didn't know I possessed a year ago. That is why we travel to Sparta. Not skagos. This distinction is important. What we see in Sparta will not leave your mouth after we leave. I assume my kin has a way to ensure that. One we'll pay to see these things. Do you understand?""

I made sure anything less than that woildnt be accepted by me. Even if it was, I imagine Arthur would not. I just hope he has enough tact to keep the wildings away from manderlys eyes. If I'm honest I myself don't wish to see them until k have to. The ones with Arthur are said to be some of the less savage. But we've been killing eachother forever. Such things are hard to forget.

Lord manderlys looks like to speak. My eyes remain on him. Though not glowing like Arthur's, mine are all stark. All ice. Something I'm thankful for in situations such as these when normally rowdy bannerman are curtailed with a single look.

I imagine it's what a father looking at their son whose done his best to make a mess of something his father planned.

That works again this time as Walter just slumps back into his seat. ""I know I care not for all this subterfuge my lord. However, if I've a distaste for it I know you loathe it. So I will keep to the words my family has kept to since arriving in the north under your familys grace.

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The shivering sea, Alyn pov, 130 AC

I'm flying a honest to gods dragon. The beast I thought meant to burn me asunder wanted me to ride him.

I know not a jot about any of this. Not where I am. As I only know I'm going north. Don't ask me how I know. It's akin to the feeling when the dragon and I locked eyes. An instinct that's better left uninvestigated.

However, although I feel fear and worry about my current situation, I'm also incredibly joyful. I now have a dragon! If any needed more proof I'm of old Valyria then I know not what to say. For there are fewer identifiers better than a dragon at sniffing out the true from false.

As he and I fly I see a large shadow. What seems to be a mount in in the very far distance. Though it's hard to tell for the fog over the sea is incredibly thick.

As soon as I'm about to order my dragon to fly and land at the spot in the distance. A sound not too unlike the one I've heard him make from time to time. A short, quick screech.

Looking up I see a girl. She's pretty truth be told but far too young. And she looks like me. Like my father. Then it hits me. This is a Targaryen. A dragon lady.

As the pink dragon of the same size as my own makes its way towards us, a different sound rings out across the water. Echoing through the land and my blood.

Although I don't know how I knew, I did. This was a call to sumbission. To kneel.

The pink dragon looks conflicted before flying back towards the island. The women on the back of the pink dragon looks at me with confusion clear on her silvery brow.

Before I can ponder why for true the beast that made the sound appears.

A baleful black obsidian with slots of grey on his chest and wings. And a white crown of bones vaguely similar to a crown atop its head. A terrifying creature. One my dragon feels dread from.

The black beast snarls a screech at mine own. My dragon instantly comes forward. Dropping height in the sky to be below and slightly behind the black beast.

As I'm stuck being escorted by what I know is the dragonlord of this island my thoughts race.

Though they're nothing to the speed of my heart when I see the sails that adorn two ships anchored some distance from the unfinished dock.

The silver seahorse of my father.

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THE SHIVERING SEA, ARTHUR POV, 130 AC

Seeing the dragon I recognize as seasmoke I'm confused as to why it traveled so far north. What truly catches my attention however is the man atop the dragon.

If I'm honest, we're it not for the black hair and lack of aged lines on his face, I would've throught this my new pal Corlys Velaryon.

Then it hits me. His son! Dammit! How could I forget! Alyn or Adam or something. Getting morgoth to make seasmoke follow wasn't hard. The dragon was eager to see why it had invaded his territory. Something I hope they can work out without fire and blood. For i don't know how he will react to another male dragon.

Landing on the beach I see Rhaena waiting by morning.

Before the man on seasmoke can land I rush to her and beg her to give me a minute with him while she goes to inform her grandfather of the development. Although she looks reluctant. She again mounts her dragon and flys back to the interior of the island.

I breathe a sigh of relief at her departure. 'Can't be worried about comforting her right now. Corlys himself will explain it to her and I'll be there after. As she was for me with the journal.'

I think to myself as seasmoke lands with the guy atop him falling off. In truth it takes all I can to not laugh at him. But I don't want to embarrass him. No. I want him to make a life here. More Valyrian blood close by is always welcome. Even more so when it's dragons blood.

Although this is interesting. As a member of house Velaryon and not Targaryen, Alyn is the first true dragon rider of house Velaryon. The 41st dragonlord family.

Such a thing happening before my eyes is insanity. But I push my excitement down as I approach the dragon and his rider.

I slowly call out to the dark skinned man with dreadlocks as he stands up, my hood on and in a rather intimidating version of my robe/armour. For this one is made from Valyrian steel.

(Image)

(Dont You know? Coming to another dragon lords seat of power without invitation can be seen as a challenge to my territory. Is that what you're trying to do?)

I ask deciding to have some fun with him

He turns almost as white as his mount.

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(ALYN POV)

Comprehending what the unknown dragon lord in a armor of the like I've never seen, a beautiful mix of blues and golds and sand colors. The sword at his hip surely the same.

To add another thing onto his own terrifying figure, the man's face was hidden behind a mask of darkness created by his hood.

The only thing visible was a set of pure platinum eyes with red interspersed throughout. Culminating in a pool of red fire that seemed to protect his pupil.

And for the first time since seeing him dismount the huge obsidian beast currently behind him with white flames dripping from his mouth, turning the ground beneath it to sand, I wonder if it's a man I'm speaking to at all...…..

Just as I feel the world going fast I bear a voice call my name. One I don't recognize. Turning to my left I see mh father looking at me with wide eyes. The young women and her dragon also arrived as I was stuck on those ethereal orbs.

All of this is too much. And I slowly feel darkness overtake me.

AN: wanted to have funny at the end. A small callback to Corlys' own fit of fainting. They are father and son after all. I want to insert comedy whenever I can. This world is so dark if you let it be. Both for planetos and our own

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Anyway hope you like the chapter. Give me a second to get the pics up before you go hounding me. I'm trying I promise. 🙏 live long and prosper ❤️