#jaehaerys 003

[fromspringandfire]

setting: the westerlands, soon after alicent hightower is struck with a bow and taken to receive medical care, laena quickly seeks out her brother, who she knows would be impact by what all witnessed ; @jaehaerysiitargaryen

context: laena is unaware that jaehaerys has just spoken to cedric regarding what happened and his wishes to take alicent to the crownlands.

lilac hues at the sight before her, alicent hightower, her own blood, too, running across the field, soon to strike a horse and collapse to the ground, an arrow piercing her. her immediate reaction was to look to her brother, who had certainly heard and witnessed what just occurred. the crowd gasped in unison, some jeering and shouting at alicent, and whilst laena knew she had committed many atrocities in her life, and recently with the murders of garland and simonetta hightower, she could not help, but simply feel sorry for the woman, a victim of her own circumstances, and perhaps one who would see justice come from her actions.

feet found themselves pacing down the alleyway below the tournaments grounds, it had taken her time to find her way around, but she felt entirely compelled to check on jaehaerys. he had been close to her, she knew. her own lady grandmother was also a dear friend of alicent’s, having been her lady and confidante. she was glad that she were at least not present to see what had happened.

laena found her brother having a heated discussion with his guards, surely trying to quickly find the culprit. where had she been? why had she found her way here, now? who loosened the arrow? all questions the seamstress asked herself, but she knew others would be moving mountains to find the answers to, and soon.

a guard announced her presence to jaehaerys and as the remainder around him took their leave, she bowed her head to her brother. “your grace.” laena stated formally, though she was aware they were are more personal terms than that, she would continue such formalities in the presence of others. “i came as soon as i could make my way here.” she added, brows furrowing in concern for the other. laena wanted to ask if he were alright, what she could do, but neither felt right to speak, and so she let him have charge of where the conversation, if he should wish to speak of any of it with her, right now. she simply wanted him to know she were here.

[malcontentswanns]

who: @burneddragon​ where: within jaehaerys targaryen’s solar within the castle of highgarden, following wylliam swann’s visit to the stormlands during the timeskip but prior to his most recent conversation with his sister, elenda

why was it the green prince had personally asked the lord paramount to report back on the construction of the targaryen’s summer palace instead of taking it up with the dragon queen herself was something he did not entirely understand. but somewhere along the lines, he had understood that jaehaerys targaryen was not made to be understood; no, the targaryens as a whole were not made to be understood. it was easier to save one’s effort and energy in working out those who actually were able to think relatively logically.

he were sure they were somehow genetically designed differently. perhaps he ought to ask a maester. no, no - that would look suspicious. 

still, he grew increasingly but silently defensive and protective over the lands which he stood to represent. not only his own house, but even the length and breadth of it; securing best interests would not be done in a way that was confrontational or aggressive. it could not be, for their strength would be wiped out at worst, or replaced. replaced in ways that did not appear as replacement. his dark brows furrowed slightly as he entered the apartments of the green prince, only to be told the man was deep in prayer.

he could hear some chanting coming from what sounded like a septon, and the smell of incense and smoke in the air. 

wylliam merely stood there, looking rather displaced and awkward - not quite sure whether it was appropriate to sit and be sat when the prince approached, or rise from the chair he was not invited to take, but to stand here was equally as strange. a slight exhale slipped from his mouth, resulting in a strand of his dark hair moving from close to his dark gaze, instead looking over at the servants. perhaps he could try to make some small talk with them. they looked rather on edge. and he would rather die than force himself to make small talk with anyone. 

still, he held the sketches he had commissioned of the construction of summerhall for the inspection of the prince; not entirely aware that the doodles of the deer he too had done absentmindedly remained slipped in with the commissions. and as the prince emerged from his prayers, wylliam moved into a slight bow, before extending the papers. 

“these were compiled on several walks throughout the site.” 

[casterlygldcs]

who: @burneddragon​ where: a private audience chamber within the castle of highgarden, in which the lion king and the dragon prince meet for the first time since prince jaehaerys targaryen left following the iron isles war

their meeting had been put off for longer than either of them had expected; there was no denying the close association the green prince held with the westerlands, considering it was he who fought by their side in putting down the ironborn. it showed in the burns on his face, what he had been willing to risk in order to stand alongside those who had stood by him for a decade long war. and yet, when the high septon reigned chaos down upon the streets of oldtown, he could deny the fact that he felt a sense of twisted satisfaction upon knowing the lord of oldtown would be wiping up the bloodstains off the cobbles, a reflection of his inability to have control. 

only, it seemed as though the high septon had managed to call the green prince to his side; as expected, considering his close association with the starry sept as a result of the claws the hightowers continued to have within him. past, present, perhaps even future; and it showed in the way a targaryen wore pure white and the symbol of the seven pointed star. naturally, the lion king waited; waited, and watched for what events would occur. 

it had become quietly clear that jaehaerys did not closely associate with his hightower kin, not in the same way they once did; and that was enough for him to reach forward regarding this alliance. 

his closeness with the high septon would be finicky. eventually the fool would look toward the crownlands, specifically the red keep, and it would be enough for jaehaerys to resort to his usual antics. the man latched onto people like fire and ice, in the strangest manners and ways; he blew hot, he blew cold. so he waited, and he waited, before proposing the idea of the betrothal. whilst the leffords were not royals themselves, their kinship and lenora’s unquestionable reputation meant she came with a powerful dowry. 

a dowry to jaehaerys targaryen. not his dragon queen. personal funds, simply for him - the lion king knew what he was doing. knew what hid within the plains of the pride, within the plains of survival.

“lord serrett will draft up the withdrawal from the golden bank and the funds of house lefford for the dowry - all you need do is choose how you wish to receive such payment after it is done.” after the vows have been said, the cloak around his kin’s shoulders, the crown upon her head. never would he simply throw around money so casually, and whilst he knew jaehaerys would do what benefited him, he did not know the dragon court enough to trust them with his gold. he would poison it, for their grubby hands to scramble for. 

“do you have any questions?”