#𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖗 ( the dance of dragons.)

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‘ Well,  who  else  would  have  a  claim? ’

𝕬 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒. Corlys understands that there was no way to avoid the question-- no possible way for them to continue on as if the event that took place did not happen. The sad tragedy was that his grandson was killed, and now in his place an empty lot stood to inherit Driftmark upon his and his lady wife's passing. Yes, he could call out to many of the scattered cousins and displeased family members to inherit the castle he built with his very own hands, but his heart spoke differently, roaring against the very same traditions that had gotten his son killed and had left his daughter to die in a foreign home.

𝕾𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗. "It is unfortunate that it has come to such a horrifying notion, a shame done to our family," He starts, doing his best to maintain his voice as calm and composed as possible. But his grandson was dead-- and half his family belonged to the Stranger now. Corlys needed to hold close to the chest the remaining family he had left, for he loved them all more than the raging sea. "You will inherit Driftmark, Rhaena. And you may take a husband as you see fit-- as long as they can help us secure our claim and win this war."

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‘ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ’

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖞𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊. Oh, it stings, like saltwater on an open wound. It hurts to see such beauty and wit and hardship and sorrow enter the heart of a girl so young. Rhaena and Baela were the ghosts of the daughter he had lost and the son he could not protect within his own home. Grief has haunted Corlys' for years-- as perhaps too much. He knows the rift it has caused him, his wife, their grandchildren, to be out and about on the War of the Stepstones, running from his own senses of guilt and shame. What kind of a man are you, Corlys Velaryon? He would ask himself every night under the blanket of stars after a rough day at war. That you chose violence over the connections of your family-- of your own blood.

𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒, he smiles softly. "You are the blood of my blood, you will have me always." He assures her, his fearless and intelligent girl. "You are of my kin-- you have the blood of the dragon but the sea calls to you as well. You are the union of two of the most powerful families in the realm and if we cannot make it out of this alive, then the world will remember us as we were. United as one."

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🌊 — @lunadanced has requested a starter

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞. Upon entering through the doors and watching his beautiful granddaughter greet him with a smile, his heart aches at the idea that this young girl was the spitting image of her mother-- of his late daughter. Oh Laena, He thinks, doing his best to stomp the sob that threatens to escape from his throat. You would be so proud of your twin stars. They are as fierce and bold as you once were.

𝕭𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞, 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘. "My beautiful girl," He says, pride shinning through every word. "I have missed both you and your sister so much during my travels." He opens his arms, praying to the Gods that the girl held enough love in her heart to hug him back.