#gb. AENYS VELARYON.

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the  feast  before  her  does  little  for  her  appetite,  her  goblet  filled  only  with  water  as  she  brings  her  lips  to  its  brim  before  she  addresses  her  new  companion.  sat  almost  at  the  end  of  the  table,  her  head  turns,  gaze  turned  away  from  houses  baratheon  and  tarth  to  find  herself  staring  into  the  eyes  of  the  younger  lord  of  driftmark.  “my  lord,"  she  says  in  greeting,  nodding  her  head  once.  "please,  come  sit.”  aenys  velaryon  need  not  an  invitation  to  sit  in  an  empty  seat,  but  gysella's  lips  curve  into  an  amused  smile  nonetheless.  "what  an  honour.  of  all  the  unoccupied  seats  in  the  hall  you  choose  the  one  next  to  mine."  she  hums,  "i  trust  your  journey  to  dragonstone  was  short  and  well?"

Aenys stood in the main hall, where food was being served to the guests. There was a plate in his hand, with bread and a type of meat. He had to admit, the food here was good but he found the whole situation weird. The prince had just died and here they were, celebrating as if it was another name day. Aenys understood that they wanted to celebrate his life but still, it seemed like a weird thing to do when the pain and grief of the family was still so fresh. Aenys took a goblet filled with wine from one of the servants, nodding at them with a smile before turning around and finding an empty seat at one of the tables. "Is this seat occupied?" He asked to the person who was sitting on the seat next to it.