Closed starter for @lencra Setting: King Jaehaerys has expressed his rage and grief about the death of Queen Alicent. It is a matter of days before the New Valyrian forces are sent to the Marches (End of week 2 of the Valyrian Dornish war).
He saw Yna in his children. All three looked so much like her. They had her radiant skin, the shape of their lively eyes were like hers —only touched by the color of Deimos' forefathers. How he wished at least one of them had inherited her midnight gaze, fully black, so he could really see her eyes in theirs. Would he forget her eye color one day? He prayed not. Even despite his wishes, specific images of his mother, father and Aerion had already vanished. Perhaps the same would happen with Yna.
The Lord of Driftmark leaned against the railing, looking down to the courtyard, watching the maid who looked after and played with his children. Acheron and Aelora were pretending to run away from little Rhaenys, who was trying to catch them. It was evident the twins had slowed down their run to give a better chance at their younger sister to catch them. Deimos ought to be with them, instead he was walking in out of council gatherings, planning a war with his king.
For Yna, he kept thinking. In some ways, Jaehaerys' war was his as well, only he was fighting for an entirely different reason.
The Master of the Tides was awaiting to be called for another gathering, one last meeting to discuss the specifics of the deployment of his men to the Marches, and the ships that would enter via the Sea of Dorne. He heard a door open and close, and from it emerged the Queen consort, accompanied by her ladies. “Your grace,” Deimos said as he stood straight, hands behind his back, bowing his head before Jaehaerys' wife. One of the royal princes was in his mother's arms, the other carried by one of the ladies. “The princes are growing into strong, healthy boys,” he mentioned, a subtle smile as he looked at the little boys. Nephews of his. Cousins to the Velaryon children playing in the courtyard.
