#aeron + seda

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for @vedritied​ ! 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : aeron’s chambers , king’s landing — festival of matrimony

aeron could say he was blessed to have his family. he could read his sister’s expression knowing full well that this caused her to worry. growing up, he’s caused seda all sorts of headaches with the trouble he gets himself into however this time it was different. when he first fluttered his eyes open, fresh from his jousting incident, she was the first person he saw — as expected. “hello,” aeron croaked. “who are you?” it was a bad joke and he knew better than to prank his older sister. there would be corresponding consequences to this and he was ready to accept them but he felt they needed a good laugh; a break from all this stress and worry his injury has caused them. “— i’m kidding! i wanted to see if my sense of humor was still intact.”

[perfervvidus]

* 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 ━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄.

last update : 07/11.

nb : things here are up to changing once i plot more.

𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

much as every ball event, hisham did not partake in dancing, and mostly stayed by the sidelines, with his family and friends. 

the tarly children were all over the ball room, and when the chaos begin, hisham, his eldest child, seda, zahur and the daynes ( aeron and leyla ) gathered the four underage tarlys and alarra sand to get to safety. 

the joined family were already on their way to horn hill when news of the queen’s passing gotten to them. hisham had no personal affection for any of the deceased, but dispatched ravens for dragonstone ( for the king and the royal family ) and driftmark.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐍 + 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

the dayne remained on horn hill for at least one month; aeron’s fencing injury had reopened and hisham tended to his brother in law himself. hisham’s main concern was getting up to date on horn hill after spending over three months away, and keeping his children oblivious of the mayhem happening away from them. 

once news of the arryn anihilation reached horn hill ( possibly with some delay, considering many of his and seda’s little birds were felled both on the red keep fire and the invasion of the vale ), he was horrified. he had already not been a fan of the dragons, and his anger about lucerys increased. he did reach out for aegon, secretly the prince of his choosing, concerned about his participation on the destruction, and kept correspondence for the following months, advising the prince in hopes his reputation wouldn’t be as tarnished as his twin and father.

overall, he remained in horn hill, as it was not touched by any of the disasters. leyla left soon enough with alarra, and aeron was only summoned away by the time the dornish - lannister engagement disaster happened. 

hisham was content his wife was not summoned, and there were brief dreams that seda would be dismissed and they’d be able to stay away from the dragons and their lords but after a lyseni merchant turned to be a long lost lannister plunging the westerlands into civil war, seda decided to go to the vale. hisham was not content about it, but couldn’t do much to stop it, as he, too, knew lucerys was not to be triffled with.

most likely visited summerhall now and then, claiming that the royal children and his own were friends, and he too holds fatherly affection to princess daella. if he was to be questioned about his lack of visits to dragonstone or the vale, it would easily be pinned on the longer lenght of the trips.

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐈𝐗 +  𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 +  𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐈𝐈

hisham went to highgarden himself to congratulate his liege lord upon the news of senya’s labor, but he arrived to the news of her death and the babe’s and had to offer his condolences instead. 

the tarly family were already on their way to new valyria when the news of the stark’s decision reached him. hisham most likely tried offering support during the winter, but as the warden of the north has refused, hisham has no business nor any thoughts on it ( other than the obvious: lord stark is a piece of shit ).

hisham goes to new valyria out of loyalty to his wife alone. he is not enthusiastic about any of it, and is highkey worried about seda, and most likely will try to coax her to retire. 

[vedritied]

for seda; who would you choose for your brother to marry?

❝  someone  from  the  riverlands,  the  north  or  new  valyria,  ideally  ...  it  is  a  pity  that  house  tully  has  no  unmarried  daughters  ...  i  suppose  we  might  consider  a  mallister  ─  they  had  been  in  discussions  with  house  dayne  a  while  back,  or  a  manderly  would  be  ideal.  house  redwyne  might  be  considered  ...  i  might  need  to  speak  to  lysara  about  that  but  a  seafaring  house  is  what  i  expect  for  aeron,  to  strength  trade  ties  for  house  dayne  and  our  allies  across  the  narrow  seas.  ❞

[servtudes]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 : @perfervvidus​​​​​​ 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : balcony at the gardens, over looking blackwater bay

the lord of starfall feared nothing — not even death. well, he thought he did and then his remembered his older sister, Seda. when she married, aeron did not think much of her husband. his only wish was for him to take care of his only sister. that, hisham did and so much more. he could only wish for a union as prosperous as theirs. aeron did not think he was grow close to his brother-in-law as well but here they were, sharing a wine by the gardens. the youngest lord valued the relationship he had with hisham, he was family — and closer to those who were blood related to him. “i hope my dearest sister doesn’t look for us,” aeron chuckled as he brought the goblet closer to his lips. “i will gladly take on her wrath for the both of us.”

[servtudes]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for seda ( @vedritied​ ! ) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : seda’s chambers , staerdale 

he won’t mention it out loud but there was something comforting about embracing his sister. despite being towering over her and was notably twice her size, aeron found peace knowing seda was alright in this gods forsaken new keep the king built — or well, rebuilt; he couldn’t stay away from her for too long. aeron knew his sister to be more than capable of fending for herself however after the events that took place in king’s landing, not so far back, the lord dayne could not help but feel protective of her. “you can let go, sister. i promise i won’t be going anywhere.” he chuckled, patting her back lightly. “don’t say you’re enjoying this reunion a little too much.” 

[servtudes]

— * vedritied​: AERON & SEDA

only  a  girl  of  ten  when  mother  had  brought  aeron  into  the  world,  she  had  readily  slipped  into  the  role  of  devoted  sister  ─  her  fond  curiosity  of  children  had  amplified  at  the  thought  of  having  a  babe  in  the  house  and  the  ruling  lady  of  starfall  had  been  more  than  willing  to  leave  the  care  of  the  newborn  into  the  capable  hands  of  her  overprotective  daughter.  seda  had  fussed  over  the  nursemaids  and  their   handling  of  him,  learning  how  to  change  his  cloths  and  how  to  hold  his  head  above  the  water  during  his  baths,  and  as  he  grew  older,  she  had  written  to  inquire  of  his  lessons,  nagging  through  paper  and  ink  with  a  tone  not  dissimilar  from  the  one  she  used  on  her  own  children.  as  she  sat  by  his  bedside,  knotting  a  prayer  wheel  with  trembling  fingers  (  it  was  odd  how  religion  was  the  most  comforting  in  times  of  trouble  but  she  would  lean  on  the  teachings  of  the  seven  when  she  could,  even  if  she  was  not  the  most  religious  of  women  ),  she  pressed  a  hand  to  her  stomach  in  the  same  spot  where  the  lance  had  dug  into  his  flesh  ─  could  such  grievous  injuries  be  felt  in  phantom  pains  ?  it  certainly  felt  that  way  to  her,  though  such  overwhelming  concern  paled  at  the  sight  of  his  eyes  fluttering  open,  however,  and  she  leaned  over  the  edge  of  his  bed,  prayer  wheel  abandoned  and  brows  drawn  together  in  a  worried  furrow.

❝  …  aeron  ?  ❞  his  name  dripped  from  her  tongue  in  horrified  disbelief,  hopeful  expression  crumbling  at  the  thought  that  his  injury  was  so  grave  that  he  would  not  remember  his  own  sister,  until  she  remembered  that  it  was  not  his  head  that  had  suffered  the  blow  but  his  belly.  gaze  narrowing  as  though  to  scold  him  into  obedience,  her  fingers  formed  into  a  fist  to  knock,  lightly,  against  his  shoulder  with  a  promise  of  a  harsher  blow  to  come  when  he  recovered  fully  and  she  could  wallop  him  properly  for  adding  more  greys  to  her  hair.  ❝  your  face  will  not  be  intact  when  i  am  done  with  you  !  what  was  the  purpose  of  jousting  if  you  were  going  to  lose  and  injure  yourself  along  with  the  defeat  ?  i  have  half  the  mind  to  send  you  back  to  starfall  immediately.  ❞

and although her hit was not directly at his wound, his involuntary wincing at his sister’s punch caused aeron to move his torso. though he wasn’t sure if the pain came from his movement or laughter from his older sister’s reaction. it was a bad jape — horrible even — and he knew full well that she would react this way but continued it regardless. “it’s a good thing we’re at a wedding else i would have suffered more,” his smile so confident but deep down he was hiding pain that did not come from his injury but by being present at the wedding of someone he once dearly loved. this was more torture than the days spent recuperating in his own chambers. not that he would say those thoughts out loud.  “it’s all part of the sport, sister. in this round, the gods favored prince aegon over me. i wouldn’t dare injure the prince hence if i did, we’d have a bigger problem on our hands,” aeron pointed out as he brought his cup closer to his lips. he cursed when he found out he was going against the prince in that round and deep down was conflicted on what to do with it. the injury was a blessing in disguise. he thought it better than simply losing. “the wound will heal. the scarring i do not mind. i think it looks rather appealing. the important thing is that i lived through it,” the dornish lord reached out for his older sister’s hand to squeeze reassuringly. “let us enjoy the wedding, yes?” but can he really?

[servtudes]

— * perfervvidus​: AERON & HISHAM

“ah ha, now you’re talking. i feel i should warn you not to congratulate him for being a good son, but…” he makes a motion with his head, a tilt that seeks to tell that no, he will not nag at his good brother for this. “you may make favorite uncle like this, though.” he raises a brow, purposefully teasing. the tarly - dayne kids had plenty of options for uncles, but with one on the citadel, and two often around dorne, the one who enjoyed popping in around on the reach was the best contestant, and most likely winner of the role. 

his expression grows a little graver at the mention of seda’s self - care. “she is rather good at that, isn’t she?” his tongue grazes across one of his canines, poor attempt at feigning to not be driven by annoyance and concern whenever he thought of that, especially after seda’s distressing state when she told him of the maester’s murder. “she eats. i can not account for her sleeping, for i can not carry the mistress of whispers to bed myself, in here, anyhow.” hisham hums. “this whole… debacle. is not easing her, certainly.” as much as he loved aeron as a brother, there were things he knew not to share beyond their chambers’ walls. “she can not have a guard hounding her twenty four seven, due to the inconspicuous nature of her employment, especially now. not even i.” a pause. “i wonder if she would let you?” would aeron make for a more discreet companion? he did not know. 

“the ball was not a loss. for me, anyhow. i had more fun taking off the mask and giving it to the children than when wearing it.” but perhaps it had been only him, thinking how foolish that had been, though it was proved now — some people may have still drawn fun from that, however. the furrow in his brows increases at the diminished joy as his good brother goes on. “it is too early.” it’s not a question. the eldest lord dayne would have received the same set of answers, unusually harsh, had he bothered asking hisham’s opinion on the matter — even if shaera ( or her gods damned father ) had began preparations for her own nuptials before aeron did, it did not please him one bit. “had you any say in this matter?”

aeron leaned closer, the side of his lip growing into a lopsided smirk. “wasn’t i already?” his nieces and nephews brought him so much joy as much as they were their parents. aeron was lucky that his frequent travels made it possible for him to visit them. “they are growing up so fast, aren’t they? — and we, brother, are getting old. sounds horrible. the next thing we know, the hair on our chins grow white. wonder how that would look.” he chuckled, leaning back on his seat once more. 

a sigh escaped the young dayne’s lips, worry growing as his brother-in-law spoke. aeron knew his sister was more than capable of taking of herself; the epitome of what it was to be a strong woman. and while she looked after the realm with her position, was she taking care of herself? “i can only imagine the pressure she faces especially with —” he paused to shake his head, “whatever it is that is happening. i will be frank with you, to this day i wonder why she accepted this position. no doubt, i have faith in her and her abilities but nothing about her position is easy. it’s a risky job. the crown can only do so much to protect her.” aeron knew better than to meddle into his sisters affairs however as a brother and part of her family, he had the right to worry. “i would offer however i do feel that she may be opposed to such idea as i would be of no help and be an addition to her worries,” chuckling as he took another sip from his goblet. “you are a good husband for worrying, hisham. i am at ease knowing my sister married a man like you.” and he only hoped he could be the same for his future spouse especially now that he was betrothed. aeron wasn’t even sure if he was ready for a life of a married man. his betrothal has not fully sunken in yet having not fully gotten over the last. he says he has but pangs could still be felt every so often; what ifs and what could have been continue to haunt him. though he has long accepted the fate of his relationship with shaera — that it was never meant to be. “i find that my opinions are irrelevant to matters such as these.” as always. “i am but a pawn in his power play,” aeron chuckled bitterly, staring at his empty goblet. “there is no use in complaining anyway. i might as well enjoy the last few days of my freedom. can you imagine me? a married man?”

[servtudes]

— * perfervvidus​: AERON & HISHAM

“i fear she is much too busy to care to find us,” and that was the truth. between her normal duties, the increased task to question hundreds of guests and trying to not give in to paranoia as she tried to get some rest, hisham knew his wife was exhausted, and at any, most brief encounter, he tried to aid her in improving her spirits, even if he was not all times effective. “i may have convinced adil into having his lady mother take a nap with him, so you may sheath dawn, sword of the morning. you need not to fight the beast for us.” he is teasing, it is obvious — aeron was his favorite good brother for a good reason, and that was that the younger lord often brought as much light to his life as his children and siblings did, with his natural liveliness. leaning his elbows on the marble of the balcony, he swirls his cup, while looking over the crowded gardens. “though at times, i must admit, i’d rather taking on seda’s rage than whatever is going on here. poor timing on your part, my friend — i pity your travels have been delayed by the lockdown.” especially when hisham knew aeron is likely to have wanted to be absent from the capitol following the announcement of the royal betrothal and arrival of the bride ( the one that could have had been his, had greed of men not gotten in the way ).

“remind me to drop by adil’s chambers because he deserves a token for both distracting his lady mother and getting her take a nap,” aeron slowly clapped his hands. “i fear that my sister has forgotten sleep altogether with how hard she works. tell me, brother. has seda been taking care of herself at least? i only rely on her letter but  we both know she tends to put a strong front.” if there was someone aeron looked up to, it was both his older siblings. seda was sister, mother, and protector all rolled into one. as the youngest, he has taken the role being the headache of the family and the only person who could ever truly set aeron straight was his sister. “luck has not been on my side,” the young dayne shook his head “first, i arrive late and miss the ball and now forced into locked down with everyone when i could have been elsewhere.” indeed, he would rather be elsewhere than here. she was here, exactly why he didn’t need to be. he had never fancied king’s landing but now he had more reason to dislike it. scars from his past has been rehashed and salt rubbed all over the wound.  being here was a reminder that he was a pawn for power, a position in his life that he was sadly slowly starting to accept. “still, there is much to celebrate! we are reunited and I—” he sighed heavily, the next words he could not believe he was uttering, “am betrothed . . . again” truly glorious luck.