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[bohemian-nights]

What We May Mend (Chapter 5)

Word Count: ~15,898

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

Warnings ⚠️: Violence; minor smut

Description: In the year 126 AC Lady Laena Velaryon survives her difficult in a foreign land surrounded by strangers. With a second chance to mend their fractured marriage she and her husband Prince Daemon Targaryen return to Westeros with their children in tow as chaos unfolds around them🐉

AN: Sorry for the wait 🙏🏽 It’s a huge chapter again though 🌊

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Laena did not know exactly how she made it out the doors to her chambers and down several rather steep flights of stairs and winding hallways to Hide Tide’s Great Hall. Hide Tide was not an especially large castle, but it was ostentatious. A beacon. Showcasing all that House Velaryon had become. Cementing the might and prestige of their noble and ancient house within the landscape of their new Andal homeland. Her father had overseen the construction of it himself. Next to she and Laenor it was his pride.                                                             

The pale stone castle could be a maze to those unfamiliar. The towers that jutted out made it difficult to get from the top It was easy enough to get lost in the grandeur of its halls if one did not know them well enough and they may very well be the halls of Laena’s childhood but she had been clear across the narrow sea for quite some time and in her present state, well really one had to wonder how she had not given into madness.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           She supposed her instincts had taken over. Her fears powered her as she rushed through the bustling corridors Aemon in her arms. He was the first thing she grabbed. The only thing she thought to grab in her distress. Having enough sense of mind in the frenzy of fear that had befallen over her to make sure he was not left alone with a serving boy in the hopes that he could find Beth or his wetnurse. Comforted by the fact That one of her children was tucked safely under her bosom.      

The mother guided her as she darted past her father. They themselves were past her father's servants who were running about the castle like someone's life depended upon it.

To and fro from the kitchen, up to Maester Crotons quarters; and back again to the Great Hall. Carrying with them gauze, dark bottles filled with ointments and tinctures from the Maesters stores, pots of boiling water, and porcelain bowls and linens stained with crimson. One had to wonder if stains would ever come out. If they would be the reminder of this nightmarish night. Forever inked in that deep viscus red. The only reminder. 

Laena tried not to look at them. It made her nauseous to even gaze upon that stomach-churning contrast. To imagine whose blood it might be. 

They had been injured. It might be their blood, but she did not want to think of it and give into despair before she had even caught sight of her girls.  

In the clamor, Laena had thankfully come across a frightened Beth. Someone must have sent for her, for she doubted the girl would have been aware of the fact that she had been needed, but the reasons for her need were unclear to her. 

In the time since she returned to her chamber, she had changed into her nightgown. It was not a very cold night, and the girl was from the thin robe for modesty’s sake. Her long dark hair was braided down into a single braid that rested down her back. 

The girl was ready for a much-needed respite. She too was exhausted from their journey and having to look after three restless children while Laena was bedridden and dead to the world and Daemon was too preoccupied with worrying over her mistresses' health. The dark circles under her eyelids were more pronounced in the low light of the hall and there was a grogginess in her tone, but all things considered, she was alert. 

“Take Aemon,” Laena had said as she handed her the babe who had become quite fussy. Not at all pleased from having been woken rather abruptly from his slumber and to be jostled about. “Go back to the nursery.” 

She should have offered her an explanation. The children got into some scuffle. The girls have been hurt, but there was no time in the rancor. She could barely think. She did not know what to think and likely neither did Beth. 

In fact, telling her might have done more harm than good. The girl would undoubtedly wish to find Aemon’s wet nurse so that she may join Laena. They didn't have the time, but her lack of effort did little to quell her curiosity. 

Beth had started to protest. She began running after her. Bouncing a very displeased red-faced Aemon to calm the babe while her short limbs tried yet failed to match the hurried pace she had set. 

Laena could recall that she had shouted out a What has happened my lady, until a gentle voice that sounded rather like Hazel Hearte, ushered her away from her pursuit. Back to the warmth and quietude of the nursery where the maid and child could rest. 

Bless her. She would not have been able to go on with a crying Aemon in her arms. He would have served only as a distraction. Another worry and she could not worry about two little ones much less three having no idea of what she was running into. 

The flock of ninnys reappeared and took to trailing after Laena once Beth had gone out of sight. However, she barely registered their various chidings.  

Be careful my lady, was shouted out by the plumper of the two when she almost tripped over her skirts and would have landed on her face had she lost her balance. 

Slow down my lady, the other had said when she had nearly run into a maid carrying a large bowl of water. 

Wait, my lady, they had chirped out simultaneously when she had turned a corner and left them behind. 

A buzzing had commenced in Laena's ear that made reason impossible, their chidings becoming white noise.

All of Hide Tide was aflutter, a den of life in what should be the quietness that would settle over the castle in the hour of the wolf, but that life was a shapeless blur under the shadow which had fallen over Laena. 

Baela and Rhaena. She had to get to Baela and Rhaena. She could not think of anything else. Their little faces flashed in her mind. Rhaena’s shy smile could light up a room. The way Baela would scrunch up her nose made her want to kiss it so that she too could see her joy. Even the way the two bickered over their dresses and toys or her attention, was music to her ears. They were the very air that she breathed. She would be lost without them. Cease to exist for what was she if not their mother? She had to get to them. 

Aemon had kept her sane, but now that he was out of her arms she felt nothing but cold which always seemed to lurk in the darkness waiting to overtake her seeping back in with every step she took. 

She was nearly delirious, dizzy with dread, by the time she reached the Great Hall. Laena pushed past the crowd of onlookers gawking at the growing spectacle formed on the outer edges of the chamber. One among them included Ser Vaemond who looked worried for mayhaps the first time in his life. He had zeroed in upon her under his hawk-like gaze. Grabbing her arm and speaking in a voice that she could not make out. Her ears were too clogged with the blood that had rushed to her head to make sense of the words he spoke.  

Despite the ringing in her ears, that pit of dread in her belly that ensnared her, and the weight of her fear dragging her down like an anchor tied to her ankle, it was the sight of him, with the clinking of his tongue as he made soundless ramblings, scrambled that had angered her the most. 

Oh, he no doubt meant to calm her, to placate her with whatever parable he thought would soothe a mother's woe, but what good were his words when her girls were hurt? Wanting her comfort as she wanted to comfort them. Useless that is what they were. Useless when all she wanted, all she needed was to see them, to see them safe. Damn him. No words of comfort could do that.  

Baela and Rhaena, she repeated. Heart pounding. She had to get to Baela and Rhaena. 

Laena brushed him off to make her way to her daughters who were standing at the center bloody and bruised with her mother who was trying her best to calm them though her attempts were well-meaning, affectionately coddling the girls, but ultimately inadequate when all they wished for was their mother.  She looked as relieved as Laena wanted to feel at the sight of her sprinting towards them in panic.

The Velaryon lady wasted no time as she scrambled to pull the pair of frightened girls into her arms. Not giving a second glance to the ghastly scene that she had walked into as she drew them close for her inspection. Scanning every inch of their persons for the culprit of their cries.  

The moment she had pulled her girls into her embrace Rhaena took to her with a vice-like grip, throwing her arms around her middle and burying her little brown face into the fabric of her robe, staining the silk with all manner and mordant, and more importantly making it impossible for Laena to inspect her properly. So she focused her gaze on her eldest first. She at least let her turn her about.

A tiny wave of relief flowed through her as she took her in that kept her from the onslaught of the panic that wished to overtake her. 

Baela was fine.      

Well, she sported a rather inky violet bruise on her arm that would worsen and spread marring her brown skin as the day went by, and a small cut right under her left brow. barely visible except if one was looking intently at her as her mother was. It would scab over in a day and be gone by the next. And it went without mentioning that she was covered in a cool layer of dirt, grime, and blood, but she was fine. 

She was shaking, her dark eyes wide and watery with her fright, but she had not been injured. 

To be sure, it was a chilling sight. No mother wanted to see her children with tears streaming down their faces or have them cling on to her like they were babes, but it was not the sight of Baela, however, who added to Laena’s panic. It was Rhaena.   

Where her sister's scraps were minor and the blood on her person was clearly not her own, nothing more than blood splatter for that cut upon her brow couldn’t produce that amount and it was the only one which could be found on her, the same unfortunately, couldn’t be said of the younger girl.  

Rhaena was on the verge of a fit. Shaking in her mother's hold to the point where her teeth clattered. Tears clouded her reddened eyes, only able to make out her mother's face as she babbled. “I did not think they were following us Mama. I did not know. I swear I did not. I swear it. I swear.” I swear. I swear. I swear, she cried over and over. Descending into gibberish. Clutching at her side as she repeated those words that made that pit of dread overflow. 

Sending a pang through her mothers chest that wracked through her entire being. Turning her to and fro in her arms as her mind spun with her and sent her in the throes of worry.

Blood, there was blood everywhere. Caked in her silver locs. Dyeing the ends red. Speckles of that same red across her face, on cheeks, dotted across her forehead, joining the freckles upon her nose, but that little teary brown face was spared from the worst of it. 

Her dress. It was Rhaena’s dress that took the brunt of whatever ill that had befallen over the girl who wore it. The white sleeve of her undershirt torn off, the left no longer white, and there was a tear across her abdomen. She should see a patch of honey skin peaking out beneath it, but all she could see was crimson. Whatever was there, fabric or flesh, was soaked through with blood.   

Laena was frantic in her movements in her search for the source of that blood. A frenzy guiding her as she pulled at the tear on the midriff of Rhaena’s dress.  Begging her to tell her where she was hurt. 

There had to be a gash slashed across her belly, piercing the delicate skin there and seeping her dress with her life blood. There was too much of it not to be from her. Too fresh. Too vivid. Too everywhere. It was everywhere and she needed to stop the bleeding. She needed someone to stop the bleeding. 

Where was Maester Croton? Why had no one attended to her? Why was her mother the only one concerned? Why was she the only one with them? Had no one listened to her? What were they all doing running around out there if they had not even taken the time to attend to her? Why was all of this fuss being made if not for her. Why was Rhaena still left in this grisly state?

She must have taken to  babbling herself for she saw Rhaena’s mouth moving to answer her in the haze of her mind. Making out the words I did not know. Four simple words stuck on an endless loop that made her wonder in anguish. It was in her wanderings that Laena even grew frustrated with herself.   

Why oh Gods, why could she not even find where her daughter was hurt? What would she do if she did not find it in time? There was so much blood. Why was there so much blood?  Why would it not just stop? She was pressing down on where she thought the wound was, but it would not stop. 

Why, why, why. A million questions for a million worry’s for a woman lost in her own grief. Like little stabs to an already broken heart. Making her forget all that was before. Who she had been with. What they had been speaking of. What made that figure with wild auburn curls and a look that mirrored her own dart out with her. She had forgotten even what the messenger had told her before speaking of her girls.  

Laena forgot every last bit of before. Rhaena and that blood that would not vanish was all there was. Her pain blotted out the rest.   

This was cruel. Far too cruel to inflict upon a child who had never harmed anyone. A child who was sweet and kind and inquisitive and all things good. She was brave in her own small way. She was a cherub. The very best of she and Daemon and no one seemed to care that she had been hurt. All they did was scream around her. 

Those voices. They were shouting her name. They had never stopped their cries of Laena, Laena, Laena. Stop Laena. Stop, but she did not hear them. She did not wish to hear them. Why should she when they had done nothing, but squawk at them?

She did not give them any mind as continued her frantic quest to find Rhaena’s wound. Lost in her dread.    

Laena would have gone on like that. Driving herself mad with Rhaena’s cries and senseless babble and her woe as she searched and searched in vain, asking the girl where had she been hurt, but recovering 

She would have gone mad had not her mother had enough sense grabbed her arm and yanked her into her hold. The older woman having to shake her to snap her out from her frenzy.    

“Laena. It is not her blood,” Laena could only imagine the look she must have given her. For she had gone wide eyed. A glint there from tears better contained than she herself had managed. Letting out her next words in one breath before she worked herself into another fit. “They are fine sweetling. Look.” 

She took her shaking hand in hers and wiped it across the abdomen of Rhaena’s dress with a single swipe. Smearing the blood round, adding new stains where there weren’t any to the dark garment ruined beyond repair, but there was no wound when the brown expanse of her stomach was at last revealed. 

No slash across her belly as Laena feared. Nothing  to indicate she had been harmed despite her bloody appearance. Not even a scratch. It was just blood.  

Not her blood. Not their blood. Just blood. Unknown. Unnamed, but nothing to concern her. Nothing to cause her heartache. 

“Maester Croton looked her over as well as Baela,” Her mother continued. Her voice lost some of that breathless urgency when she saw that Laena no longer looked as if she was going to give into her mindless riddles and anguish. A pair of brown eyes captured by a silver head. Baela nodded that head. 

“She is fine.” The jerk of her daughter's locs moving up and down hypnotized her. “They are both fine. It is not their blood.”  

Tis amazing what but a few simple words can do for a weary soul who had all but lost hope. Those last words ringing in her ear as the blood let out she looked between her girls. 

Bruised, scared out of her mind, but she was physically fine. Just like her elder sister. No one had hurt her. She more than likely fell. Tried. She was fine. Laena let that little bit of relief soak into her bones. Her heart no longer wishing to jump from her chest and crawl around on the ground looking for something to soothe it.       

“Where is Aemon?” Her mother asked. Forcing Laena’s eyes back onto her from where she was staring down through Baela lost in her thoughts.

Her arms still wrapped around her in that motherly fashion of hers. Rubbing circles into her back to soothe her as a set of hazel eyes scanned her face. 

She knew she didn’t mean anything by it. That she was not questioning her mothering. Just a need to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Anyone. A very specific little one who Laena hated to be parted from. Today or rather yesterday was the first time since she had awoken in a moon that she had done so. It had taken the better part of the morn to coax Aemon from her arms so that she could say her goodbyes to her brother. The babe was a fixture at her side. Twas odd seeing her without him and in such a state of agitation. 

“With Bess.” Her mother nodded. Her shoulders slumped releasing the tension she had held onto that she more than likely was unaware of. She gave her arm a squeeze and a small smile. There was something in that half-smile that did not reach where it should be that was not quite right. Something discomforting in it. 

Something was missing. No not something, someone was missing and she had not even noticed it in her fog. 

“Where is father?”

She knew Daemon was a lost cause as the hours grew long and her eyelids heavy with sleep. A part of her, beneath the madness, that small part of her that always expected more from him hoped that he’d be there. She would always hope. That he’d be there comforting their girl. Letting them cry into his shoulder. Bouncing them in his arms like when they were babes, just waiting for her, but he was not there. Instead, it was her mother. Only her mother. 

She had grown used to that. Could put aside her own disappointment for the sake of her girls. Had longed learned to stomach it with a smile or at least without her brow breaking out into a sweat, yet things should not have been.   

Her father should be here. He was not her husband. He had no reason not to be there at this late hour when they had all been aroused by the ruckus of the children's misdeeds. No reason not to be beside them in the chaos. Soothing them. Protecting them.  It was his duty as a father, as their grandsire, and he had not been one to neglect that duty. Not for something of this magnitude that had befallen within Hide Tides walls in the wee hours of the morn. It was his duty to be here. Why was he not here?  

Her mother meant to answer her, thin lips drawn and then a mouth opened, eyes darting to the archway as if Laena’s question could summon him, before turning them back to her, but they were interrupted by a drool voice.   

“The children should not have been out of bed Laena,” Daemion drawled from where he had plopped himself in an armchair. Admittedly Laena had not noticed her cousin who was making quite a show of himself gorging on a vine of grapes and Dornish red. How he had the stomach to do so with the scene that had played out in front of him Laena would not question. 

If anyone were able to, it would be Daeron Velaryon. One could not call him a malicious person, he did not inflict cruelties for the sake of it but he did take a great deal of pleasure in others' discomfort. Particularly in those who he had felt slighted him. 

A petty man he was. More so than his father. His slights bordered on irrationality.

Try as she might, Laena had never much cared for the elder of her cousins. Though she could take comfort in the fact that he cared for her as much as she did for him which was more than like the reason for his pleasure. In that moment she loathed the very sight of him.  

Sitting there with that smirk upon his face stuffing his mouth Laena could not help her own irritation and anything but familial sentiment towards him. It was a wonder how the Velaryon sea captain was not as big as an ox or how his rather large head had not been relieved from his body.  

“That is why they are in this state.” He waved a sandy hand around. A hand with a grape held between his thumb and pointer finger, before plopping it into his mouth. Voice muffled his infernal chewing. “You ought to have had that nurse-maid of yours check on them.” 

Loath him she did. Wished that it was his brother who had found them she did and he remained asleep in his chambers. However, as much as she wanted to say something that would quiet the insufferable man, he did have a point. 

“What were you and your sister doing out of bed?”  

She had directed her question at Baela with a voice shakier than she would have liked. Horse and low from her cries. Still lost somewhat in her ache.

The girl was sniffling, blowing her nose, and wiping her tears with the handkerchief her grandmother had given her, but she was much more coherent than her sister who had taken to hiding her silver head into Laena’s skirts crying her sorrow away, but surprisingly it was Rhaena herself who answered between sobs. Stilling herself enough to stop babbling.  

“No one was supposed to know Mama,” she began. Her bottom lip trembled as she lifted her head to meet her inquisition. Bloodshot brown shooting up to meet a matching pair.  

“I didn’t think anyone would know. Not until the morning. We would have told everyone in the morning. I promise. I didn’t know he had a knife. I tried—“ A hiccup had stopped but she soldiered on for a little while longer when Laena began rubbing circles into her back. “I tried to tell him not to. I did try. I promise. I tried mama. I did. No one was supposed to know. No one mama. No one.” She descended into babbles again. 

That brown face nuzzled itself back into the fabric of her robe, but just as one torment disappeared another took its place. Her daughter's disjointed tale sank in as a hand moved down absentmindedly to caress the back of Rhaena’s head as her daughter's rambles gnawed at her. Finally remembering fully what was in the past. 

The blood drained from her face just as quickly as it had returned.   

We. We would have told everyone in the morning. That we had not just been she and her sister. It could not have been just Rhaena and Baela. Blood did not materialize from nowhere nor did the knife which had found its target with such a fury. 

“Who had a knife?” The girl froze in her hold as the memories swarmed her. Dancing with what was around her. Everything flooded in all at once for she had blocked out everything except her girls and the reassurance that they were safe. Now it demanded its dues. Reality inescapable. 

“Rhaena who—” her question was answered before she could utter it twice.

“It will heal.” Spoke a soft voice from behind her. Twas not a voice she was familiar with, but the breathy cadence of a mother's pain was unmistakable. Broken by the sight of her child. Alicent’s voice. 

Aemond. That had been why the messenger boy had come in such a state scared to be on the receiving end of a mother's wrath.  

Rhaena and Baela had been injured, yes, but their injuries had been no more than soiled dresses and some minor scrap. It was Aemond who had truly hurt. Taking the brunt of the damage inflicted from their scuffle.  

It was not hard to who had been the true culprits of the attack judging by the king’s screams at his men and Aegon’s scowls at the sight of Jacaerys and Lucerys standing in the shadows who appeared no longer a shapeless blur in the corner of her sight but corporal beings bloody and clutching at each other it had been they who had been the perpetrators of such violence.  

The pair of pale boys with their red pudgy faces from their blood, and Aemond’s looked worse off than her girls, but their faces were only half the story. 

Laena did not wish to turn her head. She did not wish to know what exactly had happened to Alicent’s second son. 

There was so much blood. Too much blood. Whatever had happened to him was more than a scratch on his brow, the skin of a knee, a bruise, or even a broken bone. Whatever and she would not look. She could not look without fearing that she might break. 

He was not her child but she did not wish ill on him. He was a child. Her cousin albeit distantly. Her nephew by marriage, and he was Rhaena’s betrothed. Or he was about to become her betrothed. His health and well-being were of some importance to her. A fair amount of importance. For that, she would not be able to hold back her horror. 

“Will it not Maester?” She could hear the hope in Alicent’s query as if she had asked it herself. Clinging to the back of the queen's throat with so much longing, but that hope was extinguished by the Maesters declaration and she could not turn her head to that. 

His eye. The boy had lost his left eye. 

Lost to a foolish boy’s blade which should not have even been in his possession to begin with. Christening it with the intoxicating taste of first blood. He had not even acknowledged the gravity of it. Too lost in his own anger to recognize how he had robbed his uncle of half his sight. 

The reminder was permanent. Unlike the rest of the bloody mess, it had not been shuffled off by the score of maids and servants floating about the castle. Instead, the pale thing with its spiny tendril of nerves just sat lying there in a pool of its blood.   

Laena felt her stomach churn gazing at that bowl. She could not look away from it once she had. Brown eyes fixed on the organ. It was a miracle that the boy had not passed out from the pain or succumbed to it. 

“Where were you?” Alicent had rounded on her eldest. Hissing at the boy’s inebriated state with venom that made him stutter. His mumblings did little to calm the tide of his mother's torment. A slap could be heard over the crackling of the fire. Resounding around the somber chamber as the boy brought a pale hand up to his reddened cheek in shock. 

Laena could not imagine the torment Alicent felt, she prayed to the mother never was not even sure if he was deserving of it. Drunk he may be, but he seemed just as grief-stricken as his mother and his brother did not look as if he blamed him. Why should he? It was not he who blinded him. The children should have all been safely tucked into bed. Could he really have done much to prevent it?

 He was a determined boy and the call to a dragon was a hard thing to turn from for any Targaryen, much less a boy who felt. He has to have felt that. Aemond would not have waited until the cover of darkness if he felt otherwise. A desperate determination had taken hold of and his brother would have never been able to stop him. 

“Now I would not be too harsh on the boy. That one was being pummeled into the sand by Baela.” Alicent snapped her neck in her cousin’s direction. If he had wanted the queen's audience he had it, as well as bewildered Ser Otto, and the kings who looked more exasperated by the interruption. As if he had heard this tale quite a few times. Or at least some version of this story one time too many. 

Nevertheless, the man seemed pleased by the attention, Smirk growing ever wise by it before his gaze rolled to Baela. “Though it seems that their little quarrel was put to bed and our dear prince became the lookout. Eh, Baela?” The girl buried herself into her grandmother’s side, but he paid no mind to the glare he received from both the mother and his own father who had moved away from the outer crowd made up of guests, servants, and guards to join them.  

“You ought to be thanking the little one.” He gestured to Rhaena next.  

“She tried to turn her sleeve into a tourniquet for your boy, my queen.” He laughed before popping another piece of the sweet fruit into his mouth. This time right from the vine. She wished he had choked on it as he gabbed on and—he winked at her. Oh, that vile man. Her cousin had given Alicent a grin and then turned to wink at her. “Quite touching really. You would have been quite pleased. You both would have been.” 

Her cousin knew. He knew and he would not keep it to himself. Daeron had felt wronged by her. Gone for ten years and now shown up with an heir. A proper heir. One who he could not refute. Legitimacy unquestionable. 

Daeron would not keep her secrets. Especially not when he felt he could gain some favor from it. Foolish an idea as that may be.  

It was beyond foolish. The fact of the matter was that he would gain nothing from it if he had indeed told the king and he most certainly had him with those looks.

Oh her good-brother would of course thank him for his loyalty, and reassure him that his loyalty would not be in vain, but that would be the extent of it. 

Viserys had no great love for her father. Only a begrudging sense of duty towards him by way of slights and scores old but never felt forgotten. It was that duty that made him consider her for a bride. Why he had chosen Laenor for his daughter, Gods rest his soul, but there was nothing greater there.

He liked Vaemond even less and there was no obligation tying him to him. Barely a genial connection much less a familial one. 

There was a less than amicable association. Twas distant at best. No debt which to be paid that made the Velaryon knight at least tolerable. He was nothing more than a pest to him. 

Dare one say a thorn at his side for he had never been a quiet man nor one to go along with a poorly kept secret. The worst kept secret in the seven kingdoms. 

His opinions on that indiscretion did not go unknown through the years yesterday or even now for his eyes had flitted over to his grandnephews with that sneer of his, but he would not do more than that. Her uncle for the first time in ten years was content. 

He had his differences with her husband. Both were too opinionated of people unwilling to let their ideals and ambitions go unsaid for the sake of keeping the peace, but unlike with her good brother, they did not oppose one another. 

Daemon and Vaemond were singular in mind with their wants, recognition of course. In the way that all second sons wished to be recognized by their elders, but they had one above even the need to be seen or rather because of it.

Her father had always said that history remembers one’s name not blood, but blood carries names. If her father had believed that he would not have tried marrying her off to a man thirty years her senior or Laenor to a woman he could not even bed for a throne.   

When it is all said and done. A name is just a name. It dies with the one that holds it. They wanted more than just names. They had that now.  

Whether it would take Hazel Hearte another babe or two to achieve, her uncle just as Daemon and herself were sure that Aemon would inherit her father's throne that babe would sit beside him and bear. Blood is what carries on. 

Vaemond’s line was secure. He would not utter another word against her cousin. What did he care for the Iron Throne and who inherited it? Twas not the throne of his ancestor. Twas not his blood. 

So at last the king's pest was vanquished, yet his son had not been so easily pacified. 

Laena knew her cousin. Laenor had gone and she was almost sure that a not particularly small part of him had hoped she and Aemon would have gone with him. Discretion evaded him in his quest of some measure of recognition in his own right. 

He had turned to the king for it and while they might find some commonality on this issue. It was on the issue which the king truly cared for that he would be remembered by. Daeron would be lucky to receive so much as a mention of a need for a new commander of the royal fleet. 

Dangled like a carrot in front of him, but by the year's end, the seat would be occupied by some other lord who was much less. A Lannister mayhaps or a Redwyne. Laena remembered from her lessons that her good brother had a fondness for the old lord of the Arbor and his brother. 

“Where is Rhaenyra,” Alicent asked, turning back to her husband. Auburn brows raised as she held her head high. The inquiry was borne part from wanting and part to dare attention to Rhaenyra’s absence, dare Laena say the larger part wanting to distract her husband from what Daeron had just uttered, but there was no use they would find. 

“Where is Daemon?” Daeron drawled. Popping another grape in his mouth. For the second time, she wished that at the least he would choke on what he was stuffing himself with. Or mayhaps she should ring his neck. 

He was enjoying this fair too much. He was not even bothering with hiding. Her cousin viewed this as his entertainment. He took pleasure in her humiliation, but it met its end there. 

Where Laena had not been able to summon her father with a thought Daeron seemed to possess that ability. It seemed that Alicent Hightower did as well. 

Three figures sprinted into the great hall from the main archway. The creaking sound of the heavy door opening drew all eyes towards it. 

It was Baela who had noticed them first. “Kepa,” she shouted. Pulling out from her grandmother's hold who she had glued herself to after Laena’s inspection to run towards the tallest of the three. A silver blur buzzed past them towards him.  

The tall man caught her with ease. Scooping her up into his arms and bouncing her in his hold as she buried her teary face into his neck. 

The girl proceeded to speak in Valyrian. Loud enough for her mother to make out the constants and vowels of their ancestral tongue, but not enough indistinct to make out any words. 

Whatever she had spoken into her father’s ear turned the pale man stormy. Green eyes darkened as they darted between Rhaena still at her side, Aemon, and Aegon before he settled on the latter. The boy turned white under his uncle's stare, but Laena had not even noticed that at first glance. 

That piercing gaze found her for what could not have been more than a second or two across the hall. The corner of his eyes crinkled up with some mirth before he shifted his focus onto their eldest, but that was all she needed. 

Daemon was still in his black doublet from the days past. His silver strands were a bit mused, she could see something akin to dark circles underlining his eyes, but her father had been with him. In the same state. As if the two men had been simply drinking the night away and lost track of time. 

Making a mad dash to the Great Hall and only then happening upon her cousin who had walked in a mere foot ahead of them. Rhaenyra barely gave her half a glance. 

Done nothing but glare at her and then promptly shifted her focus onto her sons whom she rushed to with surprising speed and care for someone who had been seemingly too preoccupied with her efforts what seemed half a lifetime ago to notice the misdeeds of her children. 

Misdeeds paid in a pursuit well wasted for if she had truly won her husband, Laena would have received much more than that unkindness. 

A gloat dressed with a glimmer, pallid irises alight with victory. Something which to say cousin all is done or her hand would have been placed firmly in his, but that hand remained at her side those eyes contained nothing but her the bitter glow of poorly concealed disgust.    

In any case, her father would not have been hot on the Targaryen man’s heels, wearing yesterday’s clothes, with a questioning look thrown over her shoulders at her mother, and her husband would not have been able to meet her eyes, much less dedicate his focus towards their girls if anything had happened between the pair of dragons.

Daemon's indiscretions were never so silent an affair. In Pentos whenever he had taken he would avoid her til the afternoon. Be in his cups for half the day apologize with a drunken kiss to her temple and take Baela out for a ride the day after that. 

And now it was all so utterly ordinary. His concern for Baela and Rhaena. That smile he had gifted her, his eyes with their warmth upon her, they were all such little things but his very presence here with her made the suffocating mix of shame and doubt that she tried to keep tucked not so neatly away, always wishing to claw its way out where she placed it in the shadows, wither before her.  

She was so preoccupied with her elation that Laena had not noticed that Daemon was barreling towards her, or rather where Aegon and Aemond were standing until she could make out what Baela was saying. 

“He did not do it kepa.” It was spoken in the common tongue. Voice raising into something shrill. Pleading. Not in her usual way when she wanted something from him which had more often than not led to him being persuaded to take her out for a ride upon Caraxes. No, there was fear there. Enough panic in her voice to knock her mother out from her reverie to see why the girl was so upset. 

Her husband was making his way to Aegon. Thundering towards him with a face set to stone. Bickering had commenced between the king's wife and daughter, but it stopped at the sounds of Daemon’s heavy gait and Baela's protests.  

The boy to his credit had some merit. She had to give him that.  

He hadn’t cowered behind his mother in the face of his uncle's rage who had tried to pull him behind her, Bickering between herself and her good-daughter set aside at Baela’s cries. Anger long forgotten at her own son's less than admirable behavior as Daemon drew closer. 

Aegon grabbed the arm his mother meant to draw in front of him, but stayed. Holding his ground.

Apart from a slight twitch in his eye and a plaintive glance turned his father's way, who met him with indifference, he had barely even flinched. Of course, it was unlikely that Daemon was to hurt him. He still held Baela in his arms and Ser Criston matched his every move, but her husband was not a man to be tested.

If the boy said the wrong word, in the state Daemon was in, if he so much as stammered when he spoke, he would be upon him in seconds. 

Baela passed to her father who had continued to follow him, whispering something to him, yet he hadn't heard over his own choler or he pretended not to. A hand would wrap around his nephew's throat and pin him against the wall. It would take at least half a dozen knights and lords to pull him off Aegon. 

Twas best to end it now before anything rash were to happen. 

He was halfway to them when she decided to meet him there picking up Rhaena who had been still clinging to her middle. Though her cries had softened, the girl would not let her go. Barely noticing when she lifted her to bounce her upon her hip. Still too lost in her own little failure to pay attention to much around her. 

The maesters had been clear that lifting anything that weighed more than Aemon was out of the question, but she hadn’t the time to worry about it. She would not leave Rhaena alone. Not even with her mother across the hall.who trailed her. 

Hand her to me Laena. She is too heavy, she had said, but she batted her concerns away despite the strain of her weight she felt in her back. 

By the time she had reached Daemon, with some difficulty and a great deal of nagging his eyes were in flames.

“Daemon, they are fine.” She spoke with that same small voice she had used on their daughters when they were upset. Baela especially for she had her father's temperament when riled. 

Reaching out to place a hand upon his bicep. Stroking his sleeve when she saw he didn’t mind it. She did not know how else to reach out to him. Fearing words would simply not be adequate and neither had her touch been. 

He faced her, their eyes met again but it was as if he was looking right through her. His gaze moved down to the silver head buried into her neck with a grimace. She could practically see the steam coming off him as his vision landed upon a bruise on Rhaena’s temple that was not hidden by her curls.  

Laena had seen his anger; even in the midst of his melancholic moods, that fire in him was still there. Simmering just below the veil of it was not an uncommon sight, but it was never a pretty one either. Lesser men would be consumed by it, but he breathed its fires as if it was air rather than smoke wishing to render those caught in it blind and breathless. Stumbling through it until it cleared and one could see the destruction left in its wake.

He would not care. He would revel in it. He was itching for it. 

Her mother echoed what she said, calming her father, but it did nothing for him. Sword hand that had rubbing circles into Baela’s back twitching. She reminded herself that he was without Dark Sister. A small relief, but she knew that he could easily find something else in its place.  

A guard's dagger. Her father's great sword strapped to him. Daeron would surely sprout up from the comfort of his seat and with luxuries twisted between his tacky fingers to offer something to him. If nothing else to see what new mayhem might overtake the hall. 

She tried again. This time bringing a brown hand up to cup his face as she shook. “Our girls are fine. The blood is not theirs.” 

He leaned into her touch. Stubbled cheeks nuzzled into the flat of her palm. It must have been instinctual; it would have been sweet had the situation not been so dire. 

Daemon pulled away before she could say another word. His warmth left her as quickly as it came. The chill of the chamber's air reached her but a second after.

He did not even look at her as he spoke. Green eyes so dark that they might as well be called obsidian shifted to lock upon Aemond. Growing annoyed with Aegon’s refusal to bend under his glare. “And the bruises. I suppose they are not theirs either?”  

“Was it you boy?” He shouted over her head. Finally he set Baela down to stand at his side. Clutching at his arm she had completely given up trying to convince him against his accusations hurled at Alicent’s boys. One would have an easier time trying to coax a screeching cat to swim. 

Aemond turned his un-injured eye away from his father to glare at his uncle. his mother and Ser Criston tried to shield him from view, the boy had been through but her husband was a persistent man. He did not take kindly to being kept from his quarry. “Was this your doing? You half—”

“An accident,” She rushed out. Knowing that whatever he had to say was best left unsaid and would do more harm than good. His blood ran too hot to be rational. 

Her husband might’ve been without his sword, but his brothers' guards including Ser Criston who seemed more than protective of his king's second family, were not. 

The only thing seemingly standing in the way of the Dornish knight from confronting the man was Aemond and Alicent. Cobalt eyes upon Rhaena the injured boy had whispered something to his mother which made her place a hand on the kingsguard armor. Halting  Ser Criston in his tracks. The man was less than amused, but he followed his queen's silent commands 

Easily swayed from acts of vengeance where the Targaryen prince was not.

“It was an accident Daemon. He did not touch them.” Laena swiped her thumb across his brow in what she hoped was a soothing caress. Drawing circles into his skin to coax him to focus on her. It had its intended effect. For a spell.

Daemon had torn his gaze away from his nephews. Neck craned down to face her and she almost wished he hadn’t with the look he had given her.

“Did she tell you to say that?” He brought a pale hand up to stroke down her face. Despite the gentleness in his touch his words and that soft look in his eyes rimmed with ash had stung her. 

Cold, unfeeling they were. Gaze upon Alicent as he had said it. Those green eyes turned slits as he threw daggers at the Hightower woman who stood like a doe caught in between two hunters' crossfire or rather two dragons for Rhaenyra had as much venom for step-mother as her uncle did. 

“I would not lie to you.” Not about this. Never about this, Laena thought to herself. “Not for her.” Certainly not about their children. Not for anyone or anything. He had to believe her, but all he did was continue to stroke the back of her hand and give her that pitying look. 

She felt helpless. The situation was absolutely hopeless.  

He would not listen to her like this. He had gotten it in his head that his Alicent’s boys were guilty of malice upon their girls and that she in her naivety had been tricked by the woman herself into believing otherwise.

Mayhaps he was even right in thinking she was naive for she had almost missed his eyes flickering over to Otto Hightower.  

She had never seen Daemon look so disgusted. Pure hatred it was. Utterly hopeless it was. 

This was his reckoning. It was more than a bruised arm or a bump on their girl's heads from a fall or the vivid imaginations of Aemond or Aegon’s fists upon them. Pushing them into the dirt of the cave floor where the dragons nested. Standing over taunting them. Baseless imaginations fueled by his own hate. 

It did not matter what words she spoke or even the truth. The truth mattered least of all when he could get his reckoning upon Otto Hightower. 

Prideful man. He would not stop until he felt some form of justice was enacted and he’d be the one to do it. 

Laena had not noticed she had backed into her father. Having lost track of the man’s presence from the intensity of Daemon's hatred until she felt a hand on her arm when she had almost lost her balance from Rhaena’s shaking. 

 The girl had taken to rambling again, but her little voice was drowned out by the bards exchanged by Alicent and Rhaenyra who had renewed their accusations against one another to the king. The former had picked up where Daemon had left off with glee.

Aemond did not hurt. She repeated. He let me ride upon Seasmoke. It was not his fault I swear. Those entreaties would’ve warmed her heart if she had remembered. She should have been pleased that she would perhaps not be so miserable with the boy when the time came. That she might find some happiness where even she or her sister had or would not. 

It mattered not. Even if Rhaena had shouted the hall down, her father would have not paid it any mind regardless.

She would have to let him ride it out. Let him charge at their wounded nephew if he so pleased. He would never reach him and It would more than likely be the end of whatever agreement she had almost had. The deal was dead regardless. It was dead long before they stepped foot in this hall.   

Her good-brother had said nothing to Daeron’s goading, but she knew it was only a matter of time. Viserys and he would never allow the betrothals to take place and neither would Daemon or her cousin. 

Her cousin who would want her daughters for her boys. Her cousin who now demanded her half-brother, scarcely older than her own sons, sons who had maimed him over the truth, to be sharply questioned by her father's guards. His fathers too, but he was a father to one only. A brother to one only.  

Ser Otto may have wormed his way into the King's ear and his bed, but not into his heart. Alicent and her sons try as they might, they were not family. Not the family he would listen to. The family he would choose. 

That was the way of Targaryen’s. The way of her husband. Blood mattered, but everyone was blood. Blood demanded retribution for blood, but she was his blood. 

But she was Daemon's family. She was his wife. She was the mother of his children. His only children. They were his family and he would listen to them even if she had to force him away from her or make a spectacle of herself to do so.  

They were not in Pentos. She would not make a repeat of that here.      

“Take Rhaena.” She handed her sniffling girl to her mother who had remained thin-lipped at her side without sparing her a glance. Laena imagined if she were to look she’d see nothing apart from relief on her pale face, but that was inconsequential.

It was easy enough to pry him away from everyone. Prying Baela’s hand from his was a bit of an exercise in restraint. 

Their girl's head had turned up at her with doe eyes. Bottom lip sticking out in a pout. A look she had perfected that tugged at even Daemon’s blackened heart. 

It was the look she used when she wished for an hour more in the sitting perched upon her father's lap when Rhaena had already gone to bed. Adding a please kepa for good measure.

Laena thought she looked rather like her father when she did so, the cunningness of it was all him, but her husband disagreed.

She has your eyes. It’s hard to say no to her when she looks like that, he had said, offering nothing more.

Those eyes, her eyes stared back at her with that look, but once her mother had reached out to take her hand hers she went without complaint.

His eyes remained on the chaos as she drew him between the pillars that he had first entered through with her father, but she did not have to drag him behind them. His footsteps meticulously aligned with her own one after the other as he wordlessly followed her lead. 

It was dark there in that enclave. Quiet enough to where the voices of their family became a low hum in the background. 

Her husband's resistance remained at bay when she reached up to take his face between her hands. Without her boots she had to stand upon the tips of her toes to turn his head to face down. Away from the pale faces occupying the great hall and on her brown one instead.

It was at the first stroke down his cheek that he turned his gaze away from the scene that his brother's family had made. 

He did not look through her as she brought his head down to rest upon hers for half a breath. 

Laena let everything fade except the dark green of his irises and the feel of his skin underneath her fingertips. 

He was warm. So very warm. 

If he had been any warmer she would’ve thought he had come down with fever. but despite the warmness of his skin and that wild look in his eyes, it was nice to know that he was flesh. Living and breathing here with her. 

Soft. Laena had to remind herself to be soft and yet she could not falter. She could not give in and let him as he wished to do.

He could not sense any of her trepidation else he’d go back to stomping across the Great Hall leering at Alicent’s boys with murder in his eyes.   

“Rhaena would not lie to me,” Brown eyes widened as they locked onto each other. Trying not to falter under the heat of his gaze.

She had one goal. She could not get lost in anything else, but she could not look away either. “Neither would Baela lie to you. I would not lie to you,” Laena whispered the last words. There was not a need for more than that. 

“If I thought for a single moment Alicent Hightower or her sons had hurt our girls, I would have commanded my father's guards to fetch you Dark Sister.” It was not the complete truth. She would have never commanded such a thing, but the moment he had burst through those doors she would not have stopped him from ordering someone to do so. 

He knew that truth. He did not question her upon the lie in it once she had said it.

He brought his hands up from his sides to cup her face. If he hadn't been holding her. “They fell.” She nodded her head. She sent a prayer to the Gods when Laena saw the color slowly start to return to his irises. Giving into the hand that had was rubbing circles into the apple of her cheeks. 

She was exhausted as she leaned into his touch. Beyond exhausted. 

The Velaryon lady could not quite recall when she had last slept. Two nights ago. Sometime during the journey back. It was all a blur now. The excitement washing it away and leaving her cup empty. 

She should have gone to bed last night. Left Bess to watch over Aemon as she drifted off into the land of dreams. At least then she would’ve gotten some rest before some maid or serving boy had alerted her of her girls' trespasses in the night.  

She would have surely gone to bed now if it was up to her. Have the northern nurse-maid sent for to take the girls to their beds. Have the maids run a bath for her to calm her nerves. 

She should have had Daemon join her. Hold her. Stroke her silver curls while she let her head rest upon his shoulder. Tucking herself while she breathed in him. His hands caressing her and do more than that after. He would have done it. All it would take was a simple and she would have been whisked away without another thought given. 

Laena should've asked him to take her to bed before they were sucked into any more of it, but luck was no longer on her side in these walls. 

He had stopped his fighting. Stopped trying to get to them. Nodding his head as a hand went to cup her cheek and the other fell at his side. She felt exhausted as she let herself lean into Daemon, but her exhaustion had to wait.  

“He called us bastards.” Jace recounted. His voice was loud enough to flit over to where she had tucked them. 

Laena had never before heard the boy utter a word.  Laenor had not once visited them in self-imposed exile and neither had she in return.

Yesternoon was the first time she had ever laid her eyes upon any of her brother's children and that moon She had taken ill before she had the proper chance to speak to him.

It was an odd thing to listen to him. She tried to find that soothing cadence that had belonged to her brother when he had been the boy's age, but she found none of it. 

“Who did you hear it from?” The king's question boomed across the hall. Straining under an unfamiliar tone. 

He stood leaning upon his cane looming over Aemond. Bathing the boy in the shadows.

Laena had never known Viserys to be what she would call a jovial man, but he was not a cruel man. When one got down to it one would no sooner call him Maegor than they would call him Jaehaerys. Middling in every way. 

Her father was more kingly than he, but this was the closest he got to any of the old kings' might. 

“Aegon.” Aemond proclaimed without a waiver. His good eye unblinking at the towering ailing man.

A lie. Anyone would know that the younger prince had not learned it from his brother. A truth such as that did not come from a child no matter how feral that child was.

Aegon more than likely heard it from their own mother, or mayhaps even their grandsire,  but the boy thought it better to spin some tell some fib than the truth. A brother was a better sacrifice than their mother who clung to her younger son as much as he had clung to her. For even the king had his limits. 

Shades of brown blue and green turned to the prince.

His head was hung low. Lank strands curtaining his face, but Aegon did not miss a beat. Probably had been waiting to say so as his uncle had been with him himself. “Just look at them,” “Everyone knows it.”  

It was hard to decide whether his face or his voice held more repulsion. Defiance radiating from his very being. That defiance did not go unpunished. 

“Does your betrothed know as well?”  If someone had dropped a needle the sound of it hitting the stone floor then and there would fill the hall.

All traces of contemptuous arrogance were gone as Aegon stuttered. “Father?” 

“Come now. You've been truthful so far. Your cousin,” Viserys pointed to Baela standing between her parents. As if any needed an aid to who he meant. Their girls were the only cousins present and no one would think it was Rhaena between the two, but he had not wanted so much as a whiff of doubt. “Your betrothed does she know as well.” 

“She is not my betrothed.” The boy had screwed up his nose. Disgust still lining his sallow face. It was an act, but only partially so. Laena knew that unlike his brother Aegon was displeased by the circumstances. He made no move to restrain that displeasure, but. He had not ratted. 

It would’ve been a good act this part play. If one ignored the sweat upon his brow it would have been a very good act, except his father was not as senile as his appearance would have you believe.

“Do not lie to me, boy.” His voice boomed. Gaining a considerable amount of strength. Shocking Laena as Daemon had brought them closer to it. Diving head first back into the fray at the mention of their daughter.  “I have seen your mother's letters to Rhaenys.”

“Cousin—” Her mother tried to begin, her voice as light as a feather. When she but she silenced with a thump of the cane held in Viserys grasp. A heavy thing it was. Heavier than the man it supported.

That thud startled her where she stood. Her body involuntarily jumped from the sound reverberating around. She had not been the only one. Baela and Rhaena took to clinging onto her a little tighter. Her cousin choking upon those grapes of his, but recovered when his father thumped his back to clear his airway. 

“Not a word from you.” He rounded on her. “Not another word from any of you,” He remained standing. Leaning upon his cane for balance while he prowled. His gaze doing the traveling around the chamber where his legs could not. “You, Alicent, and your daughter have committed treason.” 

Laena closed her eyes when the teal of his met hers. Hiding behind her Daemon like Baela had not ten minutes past.

She knew she should not have. In doing so she had admitted her own guilt, but she could not face him when he wielded a sentence like that. She wished she could disappear into the floor. Melt into it or Vhagar would sense her distress and burst through the white stone walls of her father's keep.

Treason. She had not so much as thought of herself sitting upon the Driftwood throne while Laenor had been alive much less seating her girls on the Iron Throne til the past few days, and now she was accused of treason.  

Was it truly treasonous to seat the king's eldest son on his throne? Treasonous to want to marry Baela to Aegon? For her daughter to sit beside him. Rule beside him? 

She knew they did not want it, the king, Rhaenyra, her husband, but was a want treasonous? Was a want to see to see her girls safe treasonous?

Just because they would rather have a bastard boy seat upon that iron chair, who no one would recognize as a worthy heir apart from them, who would be dead before he could ever sit upon it, did not make it treasonous. 

Just because her mother had let them take what should have been hers. The throne. His crown. The kingdoms. It should have all been hers.

What would they have her to do? What did they expect from her?

She was supposed to let her daughters marry boys who would be dead before ever a crown was placed on their heads. To be mocked. Whispered about. Pitied. She was supposed to go along with it all with a smile and a thank you to the man who stole her mother's crown and the woman who wanted her husband for her own. Not say a thing and let them do as they please while she drowned in her unhappiness?

“Your wife was involved in the plotting?” Those eyes remained on her. “Were you not Laena?” 

Did he really expect her to answer that? She could not answer. Not when her throat felt as if she had swallowed sand. 

“Were you not Laena,” He tried again, patience wearing thin as his eyes narrowed. Words biting. If she had not been saved by her husband Laena was sure that she might have remained stuck there.

“Need I remind you brother my wife did not wake nor leave our bed even for my son's cries,” A hand was placed at her backside. Rubbing circles into the dimples of her lower back through her robe. Calming her as she had calmed him. “Unless she learned how to write in her sleep I can assure you she knew no more than I,” Daemon said with as much conviction as Aemond had and held just as much truth in it. The king did not miss that. 

“Your wife arrived with mine, brother.” He sneered. Pale eyes blazing as he stamped his cane. “She may not have known when you kept, but she most certainly was told by her as soon as she arrived.” 

“Your grace—” Her father had tried, but he too was cut off by Viserys. With a wave of his hand rather than the thump of that cane. 

“Oh, you needn't worry Corlys. I know my dear cousin did not tell you of her plots.” Viserys swiveled slowly in the direction of his hand. Adding to the suspense in an attempt to keep from dizziness.

 “Nor did your daughter tell you, Otto?” He smiled. Or at least she thought it was a smile. A poor attempt at one for his face was hardened into some mask-like figure. Whatever one called that, it did not reach his eyes. “You should congratulate her. She has managed to get your grandson closer to the throne in a fortnight than you have in five and ten years.”

The hand of the king remained mute. What was he to say? Lying would do no good and Laena doubted the man who had been so careful with his plots and schemes would want to admit to the fact that he had no knowledge of these proceedings. The plotters house in disarray. 

“That is why you have done this, correct?” If Viserys had wanted an answer from Alicent, he hadn’t waited for it. “You believe your son to be in danger. By my daughter. By my brother. So much so you thought to seek his own wife out to save them. Allow me to remedy that wife.” His face cracked. Making the sores upon his face bleed. Bursting through their scabs. 

Laena could see the spit flying out from the king’s mouth. As if the words were poison upon his tongue. 

“Father,” Rhaenyra’s dulcet tone rang beside her ear. The targaryen seized the opportunity to unwrap her arm around her. Linking them together in a stiff embrace that made her skin crawl.

Laena was beginning to learn that her cousin moved quickly when she wanted to. “I have made an offer to my uncle,” The wrong kind of offer, doubtless, but she added. “And my cousin as my offer to wed Jacaerys to Helaena stepmother still stands.” It was spoken so sweetly. 

Saccharine poured out from her lips, but that sweetness tasted far too sweet when her claws dug. “After the events of tonight-,” Rhaenyra, was cut off by the same hand raised at her father. 

“You worry about my brother sending assassins in the middle of the night to murder your sons. Is that right Alicent?” The queen opened her mouth to speak, but Viserys continued on. “Then your sons shall become his.” He waited not a second to turn his body to her husband. Scanning his eyes as he leaned on his cane. 

“She is a child,” Aegon cried. “I can not marry her!” His mouth was gaping enough that it could catch flies. Earning his uncle's attention once more. 

“You would be lucky enough to have her,” Fire returned to Daemon’s eyes, but he remained settled when she placed her over his round her back. 

“She will not be a child forever, boy,” Visery supplied. “What was it that your mother told you Laena when your father offered you to me?” Her mother turned as white as a sheet, but. 

All protest. “You will not have to bed her until she is four and ten. She will not  be a child then.” If Laena had thought her husband had wanted to throttle her uncle the day last she had not known the look. Daemon looked as if he wanted to kick his cane out from under him and toss the man into the fire he stood beside himself. 

“She will still be a child brother.” Laena shot her eyes to her husband's side. Finding his sword hand twitching. Daemon’s temper waning and waxing like the moon. 

his eyes on Aegon who found the beauty in silence, hand clasped in front of him, and a bended head. 

His mother would not come to his rescue. She could not look at him more than Laena could look at Baela now though it was not out of guilt that made her do so.  

The boy had dug his own grave while she had tried to save him. Tried to save all of them and he did not make it easy when they faced opposition at every angle.

“Would five and ten suit you better? Laena was that age  when you carted her off to Pentos without my consent or knowledge. Was she not Daemon?” She tensed, but Daemon did not let it rattle him. 

“She was not yours which to give me permission for, as Baela is not yours either to command.” Her husband challenged him with his brow raised. The older man bent his stare. Or at least he did not dissent. 

“They will need a keep of their own,” he gave her hand a squeeze. “Your throne will go to Rhaenyra as will Driftmark go to my son when the time comes.” Laena sucked in her breath. Waiting for someone to object to it.

Her mother was sure that she would be named heir now and, but apart from her father being the picture of mirth  when she had presented Aemon as the future Lord of the Tides, he had yet to say anything on the matter and Daemon could not be very fond of the idea of Aegon and Baela’s betrothal. 

A bluff. It had to be a bluff.

She went along with his throughout the years. A united front. That was their deal. She never questioned. Shut her mouth when he asked. Even on occasion he’d go alone with a minor fib or two, but this was more than that. This was their daughter's future and she had not even consulted him on it. As good as betrothed their girls to the grandson of his adversary  and yet he was going along with the proposition. 

“Dragonstone.” The word was clipped. Spoken as if it pained the man to say so.

If the Stranger himself had appeared before them and pulled back his cloak  to reveal the face of man she would not have been more surprised, but Daemon nodded his head in agreement. Letting out a grunt in agreement for good measure. 

“Then the deed is done,” Viserys turned on his heel. Not wanting to look upon his brother for longer than need be.  “None of you shall lose any sleep over it.”

“I will hear no more of this talk,” The king had begun to move again towards the dias. Eyes roving the crowd as he passed milky to umber hues of faces.  “No more talk of bastardy or of usurpation.”

“Jace shall marry Helaena,” His gaze traveled between the two standing parallel to him. Jace did not look as displeased as his uncle had with his betrothal and neither did Helaena. A pale silent thing she was standing near her brothers, but not displeased. Exchanging shy looks with the boy. 

Quite a contrast to her mother who looked anything but the solemn expression she wore was somewhat alleviated with her husband's next decree. 

 “Aegon shall marry Baela. That shall be your lot.” Not an objection was stated besides a sniffle from Rhaena when he reached Aemond. The boy himself glaring at his father.

The king bent to his eye level. Sneering at him. “You have something to say, Aemond? Think I have forgotten you?” He pointed to Rhaena regarding her as if she were some trinket before continuing on. “Your mother promised her to you and you want her?” Laena was taken back by his candor  when he bobbed his head. Still glaring at him. “You may have her if you so wish. Let no one say I have not been generous with you. With any of you.” He picked up his cane as he stood upon the dias. Thrice stamping the thing into the cobblestones. 

“I am your father. I am your husband and your brother, but most importantly I am your king and you will obey me!”  He looked every inch of it then. Laena imagined it was how the old king had looked. The man who convinced her mother to forfeit her own claim he was here in his grandson's shadow. A shiver went up her spine. The hall had fallen silent all apart from Alicent who still managed to keep a hold of her nerve.

“If you say another word, Alicent I will send for Daeron and have him brought here for my brother to keep. I already have half a mind to already. The Gods only know what poison your cousins have been whispering into his ears.” Viserys' pale eyes held no life in it as he commanded his wife’s silence as she shrank into herself. 

“You are blood and you are bound by it twice over. If you seek to destroy each other you will destroy yourselves and this house.” He thumped his cane. “Make your apologies and show goodwill.” He demanded it. 

Goodwill, blood, apologies. One had to see the sense in it. Twas not ideal, no party present had gotten exactly what they wished, least of all justice. Only half measures. The issue was far from resolved, but they would get no more than that from a stubborn man who was worn past his years. 

Mayhaps that would have been the end of it. At least for tonight. This morning. Whatever time it was now. They could have  all gone to bed. Laena very much would’ve liked to have gone to bed. Whatever had transpired could be dealt with when the sun came out, she told herself. Tugging on Daemon's sleeve and motioning her mother to bring their girls to them when Alicent interrupted her plans. 

Viserys called upon blood, but what did blood mean to this family? Blood meant so little when one was not willing to protect their own. When one did not protect those who needed it the most or played favorites. 

Blood was not enough and Alicent for her part would not be silenced in recognizing that. The matter was not finished for the mother of an injured boy. 

An eye. She wanted an eye. Demanded it from Luke or Jacerys. It did not matter. One eye would do. Cruel it may be, but justice for her boy had not been served.

“He is your son. Viserys.” Tears running down her face she begged her husband for some action. For recognition of Aemonds pain. Of their neglect. If she had gotten on her hands and knees it would not have been more disheartening but the man remained unmoved. 

It was eerie. The way the king looked at his wife. 

His eyes held no life. Not for Alicent. His words held no love for her or her children. 

Hissing at her as he ordered her to quit. Unbending. Unyielding. One would think she were a stranger. Not his children that shared half his blood, that inherited his eyes, his hair, his face were not his. 

“Do you understand?” That broke her, but Rhaenyra dealt the final blow. 

She had not gotten everything she had wished for. Lost the girls and very likely Daemon from a bad play, but she had fathers favor and she was keen on reminding at least one of her rivals that. 

“Thank you father.” The taste of victory had never looked so triumphant from another’s tongue. She did not look at her good-mother Rhaenyra’s conceit. It would drive anyone to madness. Crumble away at any last resolve one would have. 

Her cousin had acted swiftly. She knew later that it had all been calculated long ago. Moving closer to her and Daemon. Locking their arms together in some show of sisterly affection. Those words she spoke directed at Alicent. Taunting her. Baiting her. 

The crowd had done the rest for her. Separating she and Daemon from each other, but it had been her blunt determination that got her there. 

Laena had tried wringing out of her hold. Tried with all  graces and supplications. 

“Rhaenyra.” She did not move. “Rhaenyra,” she tried again, but she remained unmoved. Cousin. Her grip tightened. Any more and she’d feel her arm go numb. “Sister please,” She pleaded. She tried to keep her tears at bay, but she was not made of stone. She tasted the salt of her pain on her lips. “Please.” The last one had been answered with a steel

Rhaenyra’s mockery was redirected with a quirk of the corner of her thin lips. Blink and you would miss it.“I did warn my uncle.” Back straight she did not dare face her. Cause attention to what was out of place. 

Pale eyes firm upon the threat charging at them. Fear in her eyes, but that fear was not in her voice. One would think that she had asked Laena if she would like a chalice of wine.

Warn him. Warn him. Warn him. Alicent was a mere foot from them when Laena realized her meaning.

I need you uncle. Alicent will not see reason. They wish to swallow me whole. I can not see a way out. The letter that bloody letter she had done her hardest to put from her mind these past hours. 

Rhaenyra wanted him to see. She was no more content than her stepmother. This was her way out. Her way for Daemon Laena was the bait, but her realization came a mere foot too late. 

It had taken two heartbeats for Alicent to reach them. Laena could recall that detail when the maester had asked later because she had counted. Trying to calm  herself. 

The queen had not been deterred by her own presence. She was pinned against Rhaenyra as her good sister tried lunging for the Targaryen woman with her husband's blade.  

Duty, honor, sacrifice. Laena had heard her spit out those words. The order she could not say. All became mere noise when a blade was pointed at her eye. 

Rhaenyra did not stop her from backing into her, but she did little to calm the Hightower woman either. Goading her with her bark. 

“Now they see you.” It was the words that sent chills throughout Laena’s on spine. Words alone could not do so. 

It was her coldness. All the light left out from her. A statue made of pale marble. She imagined that it could rival the North and make the hardest of those men breed for snow fall victim to its bite.

Laena could not entirely blame the Hightower woman for her actions then. Just wished she had not been between them, facing the wrong end of catspaw. 

It was over quickly. There was relief in that. A single swipe carved down her arm. Cutting through skin and the silk of her robe. 

She had been too close for her aim to be precise. Too close for the knife to only meet Rhaenyra and not her. Alicent had only one shot and she had taken it.

It was impossible for Daemon to have broken free from the crowd to reach her before she hit the ground.  He would have had to be standing right beside her to do that.  Her knees had already given out when he had. 

Alicent had tried to reach her. Realizing as soon as she and not Rhaenyra had yelped from the bite of the blade digging into her arm. 

“Laena,” she sounded as petrified as she felt. Her brown eyes dangerously close to popping out of her skull with fright. 

“It’s okay,” she had said. She did not know if she had said it for herself or for Alicent. It’s okay. Looking at her own blood, so very vivid, she did not feel okay, quite dizzy. 

She was in her husband's arms before a proper apology could be made. An arm wrapping and another draped across her back as he glared at the Hightower woman into submission. She scampered back to Ser Criston. The knight hastily pulled her behind him. Sword in his other hand.

If he had not found her to be at the very edge of consciousness, the second time in just shy of two two moons, she knew he would have taken the sword strapped to her fathers belt, the closest weapon to him  not in an enemy's hands and given Alicent a scar to match.

Six and ten stitches. That was the exact number of neat sutures she had needed to close the wound Alicent had sliced into her arm. Six and teen stitches. 

Laena winced on the last one.  “Almost done my lady.” She recalled Maester Croton giving her a small smile as he tried to avoid her husband's glare. The main burning a hole into the side of the maesters head with the weight of it.

 She was lucky. Very lucky. If the dagger had moved an inch higher, a single inch, it would have struck something that could not be mended with six and ten stitches. 

He had not left her side. Not since he lifted her into his arms. Not even for her. 

A moth to an open flame Rhaenyra had trailed them. “She will not stop uncle.” Any other time Laena would’ve marveled at the speed her cousin followed them. Then of course if it had been any other time she would have rung her neck for what she had done or maybe it was because of it. Her pain was stroking her annoyance with her.  “Not with me. Or my sons. Or—”

“Or my wife,” her cousin went to nod her head like some halfwit. Seemingly oblivious to the rage in his tone. Her smile fading only with the next of his chastisements. “I wonder if you should help her with that. Or if you shall take it upon yourself to do so.” 

“Uncle I—“

“Listen to your father for once and go to bed, niece.” Someone had slammed the door of their chambers in her face. She wished she could have seen her face, but the sound of her stutter, the feel of her husband, and that door shutting was enough. 

Laena was almost sure it had been Vaemond. Picturing his dark face with a light  with a smile. A simple thing, but one that would have made him positively giddy. A perfect end to a perfect early morning and he had barely spoken more than a few words. 

They had gone back to talking amongst themselves soon enough. Bickering was more like it. 

Her parents, her uncle, even her cousins who had followed them all descended into making jabs at one another for what had transpired. 

Was that necessary? I ought to box your ears for that. You made a spectacle of yourself. Who else have you been sending letters to? It stops here! You ought to have been more careful. You should have come to us first. Not the king. Not Alicent Hightower. You ought to have told us. Told me!

Scoldings after scoldings handed out at the others like they were children, but those bickers gave way to whispers. Then nothing at all and something again. 

Maester Croton had long been gone by then as had Ser Vaemond and his sons. 

Laena tucked into bed. At some point she  had fallen asleep from the mixture of a lack of sleep and the pain in her arm. Awakening to the something. Her mothers voice breaking through her dreamless slumber. 

“Your brother is weak Daemon and a fool!” She snarled. Guttural sound it was. Laena hadn’t thought she had ever heard her father snarl much less her mother.

“If he were in a grandsire's place, our house would long be dead. Your brother is lucky to be Viserys I for he would have been the last” Bleary eyed, Laena could make out her mother pacing before her father grabbed her to settle her. 

“He thinks you are the only one who brings forth chaos, but you both are a disease. I have done what your two could not and I will not apologize for saving our house.”

“You have given our house over to vipers. You have saved no one cousin save your own damn pride.” His eyes were slits as he hissed at her yet he remained seated. By her side. Petting her hair with the gentleness of well with a gentleness that could rival the Mother. The juxtaposition was stark. 

“My pride!” She roared enough to cause Meleys to answer with one of her own in the distance. Much like Vhagar, the smaller red dragon had been making circles around the castle since the funeral.

At one point she had sent out a round of flames into the burgeoning sunrise. She imagined if her mother was able to, she would join her beast with a round of her own.

A dragon's fire could not be extinguished by another’s. Its intensity only growing when it meets the other flames. And her mother had the temperament of a Baratheon to contend with. They would go on like this trying to reduce the  other into a pile of ash but Laena would not withstand their bickering.

“I shall never sleep if you both keep shouting in my ear,” Three pairs of eyes turned to her, setting aside grievances to dote upon her. She endured their pettings for a half hour before her parents left them. Her father assured her once they knew she was in adequate health while her mother glared at Daemon. We shall let you rest, sweetlings.

“Were you with my father the entire time?” It felt the safest option as she sipped upon the glass of water Daemon handed her. Laena was almost sure she knew what his answer would be. They had come in together. There was no awkwardness between the two and they smelt of smoke and wine and not the smell of something which she would rather not think of.  

Her husband grabbed her hand with his free one. Bringing the back of it to his lips placing a kiss upon it before speaking. 

 Eyes gazing into hers as she scanned his face. “Yes.” A simple answer for a simple truth. 

She could have left it at that truth. Let him dote upon her some more. Arm still aching with a pain she would not soon forget and a want for sleep, or at least a want to stay in the bed until tomorrow, but what good was the truth when they did not have all of it? When they had to bleed for it? Almost paid for their life for it twice over? Simple was no longer adequate for her. 

Laena closed her eyes as she thought of more the pain she felt. “What would you have done if you had not reached me in time?” 

Now. A moon ago. It did not matter, it was all the same. Her end could have been met at any turn. Anything could have happened. 

She could hear Daemon placing the glass in his hand onto the end table before the bed dipped under his weight. She was wrapped in his arms in seconds  as he tried turning her mind from it.

“None of that my  sweet girl.” He shushed her as he rocked her. “Please Laena do not say that.” She could have listened to him. Accepted an answer for answer. He had not lied to her. He had given her what she wanted. 

Proved to her his faithfulness in his own way, but once one had a taste of the truth after going for so long without it they would always ask for more. 

“You would have been fine I think.” No point in thinking about it now. She was here. It was unlikely she would go anywhere or any one would get to her, anyone would get to them now, but she would always wonder. 

He would have been fine. Perfectly fine. He would grieve for a time, but Daemon Targaryen was not a man made for grieving. 

He would have lived. No comprises. No half measures. He would have had what he wanted. Done as he pleased. Even their girls would be fine. Finding their own way somehow, but he would hear none of it. No more truths left to tell. 

The past and a million what ifs dying before them. 

“I would be without you.”Tucking her head underneath his chin as he rained down kisses upon his temple. The fight had left her as quickly as it had come. Fights never lasted long when she was in his arms. 

 “You are where you are supposed to be. Here with me. I need you Laena. I do not wish for any one else in your place,”’He cradled her head between his hands. Lips enveloped hers with a whisper of my sweet Laena on them and she did not protest. Leaning into his touch. 

The kiss took her already strained breath away and yet she hungered for more. Whatever he would give to her.

The man before her did not go unaffected either. 

He only pulled away for breath. A pearly string of salvia connected them as he placed small pecks onto her lips before Daemon renewed the maddening extent of his efforts. This time trailing her neck. Taking a brown nipple between teeth to suckle upon. 

Applying just enough pressure to have her thread her fingers through his strands to pull him closer, but not pulling away to trail his kisses down her ribs so as not to draw any milk. 

His mouth never left her skin that had become feverish under his touch. 

She felt like she was on fire. Turning into a pile of something molten before him and he had barely touched her. 

He had reached her stomach when he had paused. Silver head resting on her lower belly. Dropping a kiss upon a freckle before lifting his gaze so their eyes would meet. Shades of fire in them. “I want another one.”   

He sounded so hopeful. He looked so hopeful and she wanted to join him in it. She wanted another too. Wanted half a dozen more. Wanted to ignore the warning  that the Maester had given her. That her own body told her with its aches and pains.

He didn’t give her much time to wallow in her inadequacies. It was the early days still. He reminded her of that fact with his petting. 

Her sopping heat called to him. Ensnaring his senses. Far too wet for what he had down, but he did not mind that tantalizing sight. The taste of her honey on his parched tongue. 

The only drink worth a damn in their exile, he had whispered one night. Breathe ghosting her fluttering heat after she had passed out from the pleasure. Walking up to find his head still buried into her cunt. She had to hide her heated cheeks into her pillow to keep from grinning and moaning like a mad woman.  

Laena had a feeling that he wished to make a repeat of that night before the sun would greet them. His lips making the unhurried descent down to the apex of her thighs. His hands grazed the outer lips of her womanhood. 

“I want you.” It was a silly thing to say when his face was close to her want and she had taken his hand at her thigh and placed it on her bare cunt, but the lack of air to her head made her forget the silliness of it. 

He didn’t chastise her for it. Make fun of the fact that he could smell her and see her arousal as if he had already buried herself into the sopping mess of her. 

“You have me Laena,” he breathed into the skin of her thigh and with that she was gone. 

He was slow. Unhurried. Like they had all the time in the world as he lapped at her folds. Mayhaps they did as he pulled from her peak after peak. 

Pushing his length into her when she trembled underneath him and told him she could not take anymore, but he gave her more still. Rocking into her until they were both a soaking mess of teeth, whines, limbs, and peaks stretched on and left them curling and clinging onto their lover. 

They were breathless lying in the afterglow. Forgetting everything apart from each other. 

“I love you,” he whispered before enveloping her in another kiss. For all that was, he was poured into that kiss. Breathing as much life into it as he did into her. I love you. For the first time, Laena believed him.

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Prestige Class Spotlight 12: Arclord of Nex

(art by Lesly-oh on DeviantArt)

There are plenty of prestige classes that represent powerful mages that specialize in certain aspects of magic. Heck, the archmage and red wizard prestige classes from 3.5 were perfect examples of this, but the fun thing about Pathfinder is how they tie these specializations into the lore.

In today’s case, we have the Arclord of Nex prestige class, but since this is the first time we’ve really talked about the nation of Nex on the blog, some background is needed.

So several centuries ago, the wizard Nex, whom has a classic rags to riches story starting in the streets and becoming one of the most powerful mages of his generation and possibly the history of Golarion, founded a nation that shared his name.

However, his next door neighbor was a fellow powerful mage, the necromancer Geb, who got the same idea, founding a magical nation that he named after himself. For a while, the two were contemporaries, friends, even. But you can’t have two egos that big in the room without them trying to one-up each other constantly, and an unhealthy rivalry like that can only escalate to blows, except the fists were armies and landscape-devastating spells, leaving a massive tract of land between the two nations (and frankly, most of the nation of Nex) devastated, Geb was dead but risen as a ghost, and Nex the wizard was… gone. Apparently vanished into his private demiplane.

Finally, the arclords of Nex, the focus on this entry, really come into the picture. Originally the retinue and servants of Nex himself, these mages rose to power after he vanished, and promptly fucked things up royally, many getting exiled for their deeds, while the rest actually learned what it takes to rule a nation, and spend their times pouring over the journals and works of their missing master hoping to glean secrets from them.

Whether they reside in Nex or are one of those exiles, the modern arclords seek to spread their influence and improve the world with magic, not just to improve the quality of life of others by making magic accessible, but also to set their nation up as the primary source of magic in the world.

However, these mages are not just seeking political power, they also master many cultural magics of their nation, including some invented by Nex himself. If you are looking for a crafter of magical wonders and one that seeks greater understanding of wizardry, you can do a lot worse than this path.

In order to become an arclord, these mages must master the art of crafting magical objects and constructs, as well as creating the “third eye” sensor that arclords are known for. Additionally, they must be able to cast arcane sight and have a basic mastery of all schools of magic, including those that would be forbidden schools for them. Finally, they must have access to the arcane school magic, either being a universalist, or being a school specialist.

In other words, this prestige class is pretty much exclusive to the wizard and arcanist classes, and the latter only if they take the school savant archetype. Even with those limitations, there is plenty of room for variety.

Having had one of the best possible educations in wizardry, these noble mages can learn spells and build magic items with surprising ease.

Additionally, these mages learn to use their third eye more often, and can not just use it for divination enhancement and enhanced senses, but also to ground themselves and enhance the power of nearby casters as well.

By expending a bit of power reserved for their least school power, these mages can repair objects and constructs with a touch, or deal damage to the same.

They also learn a second school specialization, though they must expend the same power as their original lesser school ability at a lossy rate to use that second power.

They also learn to build constructs in half the time, and improve the duration or amount of their spells that create semi-permanent matter.

As they delve deeper into the secrets of Nex’s notes, these mages learn to funnel power from their least school power into their third eye, piercing invisibility, seeing and comprehending magical auras, or both.

They also learn some of Nex’s secrets involving other planes, doubling the duration of spells that create extradimensional spaces or demiplanes, or those that involve crossing the border to the Ethereal Plane.

Nex was also known for having many magical servants. As such, powerful arclords learn to call forth their servants, be they familiars, companions, eidolons, bound outsiders, constructs they created, or even those they have bound with enchantments. They do this by sacrificing energy meant for their spells, though the higher the spell slot they use, the further from them they can call forth their servants to aid them, up to from anywhere in the cosmos if a 9th level slot is used.

The most powerful of them fully learn how to empower their third eye, pouring even more magic into the magical construct to briefly gain truly powerful arcane sight, pierce all illusions and shapeshifting, or both.

With it’s focus on the third eye ability, this prestige class certainly has a heavy divination and information gathering focus, but it also has elements of conjuration empowerment, better crafting for constructs and items (a rarity), and so on. A nice thematic grab-bag of tricks and treats that anyone can get behind. Is this archetype always for everybody? No. But it certainly can be tempting for a wizard that wants to do a little bit of everything. The fact you can choose to still be specialized and get two schools is also nice.

This archetype is a perfect example of how mages may look like in a magical utopia when able to focus on great works and enlightenment… Only, Nex isn’t a utopia at all. It’s a flesh monster riddled wasteland with it’s major cities, which are utterly devoted to researching arcane works with dubious effects on the environment, as the only oases of wholesome life to be found, bottled up and cultivated like a bonsai tree. If you don’t know magic, you might as well not exist in their society. Will your would-be arclord succumb to the same sort of arrogance and hubris, regardless of setting?

The arcane sanctum of the wizard Elginon is an extradimensional fortress, but contrary to popular belief, he did not build it. Instead, this demiplane was created by the xiomorns, the insectile elemental vault builders. Though the wizard moved in, the site was never truly abandoned, and now, a decade after his death, the xiomorns have arrived to reclaim it… at the same time the party gained access to search for a forgotten secret.

The deep ones are not usually known for their wizardry, being devotees of the various elder gods. However, the hybrid known as Brannic Deepcastle is an exception, seeking to understand where he has come from through the science of the arcane. His desire for knowledge leads him to the realms of the Mad God of Magic, which may prove too much even for an elder mythos being like himself.

In the cosmos of Alvati, the planes are arranged as great cosmic spheres that rotate in a slow, eternal dance. One such sphere is the nation of Acumen, an artificial heavenly body where wizards rule and delve into arcane mysteries in peace. However, some tasks are beyond even them, and they occasionally open portals to planes or worlds to pillage them for their resources.

[sloshed-cinema]

Infinity Pool (2023)

It’s small wonder tourists can have a bad rap. A sense of entitlement can accompany traveling, visiting a place not to experience other parts of the world or cultures, but rather to exploit them, to punch down on the locals while enjoying the good things in life. Li Tolqa affords its visitors a unique opportunity to turn the country into a playground: for a fee, a surrogate can be made to take the draconian punishments meted out by the local government. What initially seems like a frightening and disorienting experience becomes with time a way for a corrupt government to line its pockets and turn its citizens into fodder while allowing wealthy foreigners to explore their most depraved urges. This is an unnerving landscape. Inside the compound of resorts is a festival of cheesy cultural appropriation, all performative diversity and niceness. Beyond is a network of barbed wire and industrial pipes. The region is coded as vaguely Southeast Asian in its local script and the aesthetic of the resort, but shooting it on the craggy Croatian coast with its coniferous forests makes for visual dissonance.  For the clique that down-on-his-luck writer James Foster becomes entangled with, appropriation of Li Tolqa culture through consumption of its ritual drugs and exploitation of the doubling tradition is an outright sexual fetish. They romp their way through crimes and transgressions, and the punishment becomes an elaborate roleplay situation involving local law enforcement. Not too much time is spent on the cloning process aside from some disgusting goo and a sweet dental dam, but that vagueness works for the story: these people don’t care about how it works, they just want to ride the high of feeling untouchable no matter what they do.

Any time cloning or duplication is brought up, the existential nature of that duplication follows. Whether the clone or the original is the “real” individual gets probed in everything from the Star Trek transporter bay to The Prestige. Infinity Pool acknowledges that in its doctor character, but goes a different, more interesting direction. The question is never really whether James is the “authentic” James, though there is some fear in his identity being ‘raped’ when the group make clones of him without his foreknowledge. Instead, this self-surrogacy becomes an exploration of James’ fragile identity. He goes along with the group haltingly, always on the border. When he exuberantly beats up the “police detective,” brutalizing and pissing on him, he reacts with horror when he’s been abusing himself. Later, he has to fight his own animalistic self, the savage id that these people are trying to instill. By the close, this is all he can be, sitting by himself on the rain soaked beach, empty and alone.

Why Infinity Pool? The title refers to the fateful pool constructed by Alban, an accident during its building causing the sentencing which set in motion a chain of events leading to this film. But perhaps there’s something more. This sort of pool, an artificial, luxurious structure, is designed to give the illusion of connectedness to a larger body of water like the ocean. There’s danger in the ocean, and uncertainty, but people in the pool can feel a connection to that danger while remaining safe and comfortable themselves. This is what the Li Tolqan justice system allows these libertines to experience: their own infinity pool of sex and violence.

THE RULES

SIP

Gabi says “JaaaAAAAAAmesssss”

Ritual or custom are mentioned.

Li Tolqa is named.

Someone puts on or takes off a mask.

A duplication is completed.

BIG DRINK

The group leaves the compound.

Weird cheesy resort activities because THIS IS DEFINITELY A NORMAL PLACE.

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Tara of the Kings

The Hill of Tara is Ireland's most revered ancient landscape, a place where monuments, myths and memories combine to create an icon of national identity. Tara was the chief pagan sanctuary of early Ireland, an arena for ceremony, burial and ritual. Twenty-five monuments are visible as earthworks on the Hill of Tara today; archaeologists have detected a further 50 buried beneath the soil. The five principal roads of ancient Ireland converged on this place and Tara's influence radiated into the surrounding countryside, where many related monuments are to be found. Eventually the prestige of Tara's past was harnessed as a symbol of a national kingship; to be crowned king of Tara was to be accepted as king of Ireland. Among the 25 monuments of Tara we have; the Mound of the Hostages, Raith of the synods, banquet hall, Raith na Ríg (this in circles, the crown of the hill of Tara to form a huge, ceremonial sanctuary. Excavations have revealed that it was built in the iron age.), Forrad, Tech Cormaic, Raith Loegaire, the sloping trenches (Clenfherta), Raith Grainne and Rath Maeve henge (2500-2000 BC).

The story of Tara starts in the late fourth millennium before the birth of Christ, when a communal burial place (passage tomb), Duma na ngiall, was constructed on the hill. So began Tara's role as a place of burial, a role that was to endure for over three millennia. Generation after generation added their imprint, each reflecting and referencing the monuments that had gone before. In so doing, communities engaged with the sacred world by erecting some of the most spectacular ceremonial monuments of prehistoric Ireland. It is likely that the great processional avenue (cursus) known as the Tech Midchüarta and the large ceremonial enclosure (henge) Rath Maeve were constructed towards the end of the Stone Age. The Irish names given to each monument are derived from the eleventh-century AD Dindanai Temrach, 'The remarkable places of Tara'. This forms part of a series of medieval texts entitled Dindshenchas Érenn. Funerary barrows like the Clenfherta are Bronze Age and Iron Age burial places. Perhaps they hold the remains of those who constructed the vast ceremonial sanctuary of Raith na Rig, which crowns the Hill of Tara, and prestigious dwellings such as Raith na Senad.

A visit to Tara around the time of the birth of Christ may have begun by journeying up Tech Midchuarta towards the sacred summit sanctuary at Raith na Rig. We can still follow this route today and immerse ourselves in this hallowed landscape. Tara is one of the 'royal sites' of Ireland, which served as the seats of the Gaelic kings. Historical sources associate these sites with various medieval Irish kingdoms, and archaeological investigations have shown that many of them were culturally significant. Each Irish kingdom is thought to have had its own royal site but six such sites are considered to be the most important. Four of these are associated with the four major provinces of Ireland - Cashel for Munster, Emain Macha (Navan Fort) for Ulster, Dún Ailinne for Leinster and Rathcroghan for Connacht. The Hill of Tara served as the seat of the kings of Meath and as the seat of the high king of Ireland.

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What do you do in architecture?

oh! i can answer this one quickly before i go back to work! Thank you for the ask!!

Are you perhaps considering becoming an architect as well? Let me tell you first that Alhaitham's criticism of us doing so much work just to put a smile on our client's faces hurt so much because he was right (I was fuming with Kaveh at that moment lmao).

I'd honestly say that our job as architects, at the base of it, is to design structures or spaces that fit the user/s needs and/or wants.

Majority of us do a bidding phase where we offer designs to our clients for them to emotionally destroy us tell us the changes they want until we reach a final design.

Afterwards, that depends on the kind of Architecture firm you own or work at(some only do design and get paid for it. Others can continue towards the construction phase along with the help of people in the engineering field)

I personally work in a construction firm (the biggest in my country which i wished i were proud of, but I'm fairly sure the amount of stress and fatigue is never worth the prestige I get for working here lmao. Cant quit though *sobs*). We do basically everything from start to finish (and I work 6 days a week for 9 hours daily so tbh how am I still coping).

As for other kinds of architecture (if the usual job isnt your thing), some dabble into historical structures and study the history, how ancient to old structures were created, and ways to do proper reconstruction, restoration, or renovation (all 3 have different meanings to us) said old structures.

Another type are those that actually have focuses like acoustics or landscaping for example. They will only design specified places and get paid for the design of said spaces (these people are specifically hired for their expertise most of the time)

And there are others that absolutely loathe the usual jobs and end up becoming furniture designers (we studied this in passing where im from) or fashion designers (weve technically also studied this somewhat in passing?) and somehow, several peers of mine have become pastry chefs? (i guess there is technically some architecture involved in pastries...)

Honestly, there are multiple routes you could take once you get the undergraduate done... but that's a very lengthy discussion, and I think I've been typing for long enough? Even if I wanted to discuss every single one (they're very interesting to me), I don't think I should do it as an answer in tumblr hahaha (I might make one for my peers though hmm...)

IF YOU DO WANT TO GET INTO ARCHITECTURE DON'T LET MY RANTS STOP YOU FROM TRYING THOUGH. You won't know you like or hate it if you don't try...just expect sleepless nights to reach deadlines (the worst I've done is just a cute 52 hours lmao). I've definitely gotten an even worse experience thanks to my adhd :(

I want everyone to know that I will be a Kaveh haver someday. I will get my anxious architect character and no one can stop me.

If any of you want clarifications or more information, do not hesitate to ask! I'm still passionate about my field- it does feel very fulfilling- I just hate the place I work at lol.

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Is ECR a Posh Area?

Chennai, with its vibrant culture and bustling economy, is home to some of the most sought-after real estate destinations in the country. One such area is East Coast Road (ECR), a picturesque and fast-developing stretch along the Bay of Bengal. But the question many homebuyers and investors ask is: Is ECR a posh area? In this blog, we will explore the reasons why ECR has gained a reputation as one of the most luxurious areas in Chennai, attracting both affluent buyers and investors from across the country and overseas.

What Makes ECR a Posh Area?

ECR is often regarded as an upscale locality due to its strategic location, luxurious real estate options, and overall lifestyle appeal. Let’s break down the key factors that contribute to its status as a posh area in Chennai.

1. Scenic Beauty and Coastal Vibes

One of the most defining features of ECR is its breathtaking coastal view. The road runs parallel to the sea, offering picturesque views of the Bay of Bengal. Beach houses in ECR are highly desirable for those looking for a home with a serene, tranquil atmosphere away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The scenic beauty of ECR is a major draw for high-net-worth individuals (HNIs) and celebrities, further boosting its reputation as a posh area.

2. High-End Residential Projects

The availability of luxury villas in ECR and exclusive gated communities contributes to the area’s status as a premium location. Whether you’re looking for a luxury villa in Chennai or a luxury house for sale in Chennai, ECR offers a wide range of properties designed with the finest amenities and state-of-the-art infrastructure. The developments here are designed to cater to those with a taste for elegance, privacy, and modern living.

3. Prime Location with Excellent Connectivity

ECR is well-connected to other prominent areas in Chennai, including OMR (Old Mahabalipuram Road), Adyar, and Thiruvanmiyur, making it a desirable location for both residential and commercial purposes. The road is easily accessible, and with several under construction projects in Chennai, the connectivity continues to improve. The proximity to IT hubs, educational institutions, and commercial zones further adds to the convenience for residents, especially those working in tech or corporate sectors.

4. Upscale Amenities and Lifestyle

Residents of ECR enjoy access to world-class amenities, including high-end shopping malls, five-star hotels, luxury resorts, and fine dining establishments. Many projects along the road, including those with luxury villas for sale in Chennai, offer pools, gyms, and landscaped gardens, enhancing the luxury lifestyle experience. For families, it’s not just about the home; it’s also about the neighborhood and the overall standard of living, which is why ECR is considered a posh area in Chennai.

5. Attracting the NRI Market

ECR is one of the best properties for NRI's in Chennai, due to its peaceful ambiance, superior connectivity, and luxury living standards. The demand for properties such as 4BHK villas in Chennai or luxury property for sale in Chennai is rising among NRIs who are keen to invest in high-end residential homes in this picturesque coastal region. The appeal of owning a second home in a serene location, with the option of renting it out or using it as a vacation spot, is a significant factor driving NRI investments in ECR.

6. Real-World Examples

Several developments on ECR have established the area as a prime residential destination. For instance, NU Prestige Home is an exclusive project in ECR, offering luxury villas in ECR designed to meet the needs of discerning buyers. With spacious living areas, modern finishes, and eco-friendly features, projects like NU Prestige Home further enhance the image of ECR as a luxurious and posh neighborhood.

Is ECR Really a Posh Area?

Yes, ECR is undoubtedly one of the most upscale and rapidly developing areas in Chennai. It ticks all the boxes for those seeking luxury, privacy, and a high standard of living. The growing demand for luxury villas in ECR, beach houses in ECR, and premium apartments speaks volumes about its appeal among affluent buyers.

Conclusion

ECR is a perfect blend of natural beauty, premium living, and excellent connectivity, making it a posh area in Chennai. Whether you are looking for luxury villas for sale in Chennai, a luxury house for sale in Chennai, or a 4BHK villa in Chennai, ECR offers a range of options that cater to your aspirations for a comfortable, high-end lifestyle.

If you're considering an investment in one of Chennai’s most luxurious locations, ECR should undoubtedly be on your radar. With its growing infrastructure, coastal charm, and high-end developments, ECR is set to remain one of the city’s most desirable areas for years to come.

Take the Next Step

Ready to explore the luxury properties for sale in Chennai? Reach out today to learn more about the best properties in ECR, including beach houses in ECR and luxury villas in ECR. Connect with a real estate expert to secure your dream home in one of Chennai’s most prestigious areas!

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Innovative Sustainability Practices at Prestige Suncrest

Innovative Sustainability Practices at Prestige Suncrest

Prestige Suncrest is more than just a residential development—it’s a model of eco-conscious living. Through its innovative sustainability practices, the project integrates modern design with environmental stewardship, setting a new benchmark for responsible urban development.

1. Energy Efficiency

Solar Energy Integration: Solar panels power common areas and amenities, reducing dependence on non-renewable energy sources.

LED Lighting: Energy-efficient LED fixtures illuminate homes and outdoor spaces, minimizing energy consumption.

Smart Appliances: Energy-saving appliances in homes encourage responsible energy usage among residents.

2. Water Management

Rainwater Harvesting: The project collects and reuses rainwater, helping to conserve water resources and maintain groundwater levels.

Water Recycling: Advanced sewage treatment plants ensure that wastewater is recycled and reused for landscaping and maintenance.

Low-Flow Fixtures: Homes are equipped with water-saving taps and fixtures to minimize wastage.

3. Green Building Design

Passive Cooling Techniques: Smart orientation of buildings allows for maximum natural ventilation and reduced need for air conditioning.

Eco-Friendly Materials: Locally sourced and sustainable building materials reduce the carbon footprint of construction.

Vertical Gardens and Green Roofs: These features enhance air quality while keeping the buildings cool naturally.

4. Waste Management

Composting Systems: Organic waste is converted into compost for use in landscaping.

Recycling Stations: Dedicated recycling zones encourage residents to separate and recycle waste effectively.

5. Biodiversity Conservation

Native Plant Landscaping: The use of indigenous plants supports local biodiversity and reduces water usage.

Urban Forests and Green Corridors: Dedicated green spaces promote ecological balance and serve as habitats for local wildlife.

6. Community Engagement

Sustainability Workshops: Residents are encouraged to adopt sustainable habits through regular community workshops.

Green Living Initiatives: Programs such as tree-planting drives and carpool networks foster a culture of environmental awareness.

By seamlessly incorporating these innovative sustainability practices, Prestige Suncrest not only ensures a reduced ecological footprint but also enhances the quality of life for its residents. It’s a community designed for the future—green, efficient, and harmonious with nature.

Would you like to dive deeper into any of these practices or focus on a specific aspect

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Top 3 projects to invest in to kickstart your new year

As the new year unfolds, it's the perfect time to explore investment opportunities that promise not just growth but also a lifestyle upgrade. The Dubai real estate market continues to thrive with premium developments that cater to investors and end-users alike. If you're looking to make a strategic property investment in off-plan property in Dubai, here are three standout projects that deserve your attention: 

Prestige One - The Boulevard 

Beyond Developments - Orise

Omniyat - Alba Residences

These premium developments epitomize the vibrant appeal of buying property in Dubai, blending modern design, prime locations, and high potential for returns. Whether you're an experienced investor or a first-time buyer exploring property for sale in Dubai, these projects promise a seamless combination of luxury and value.

Exclusive Links have a team of investment advisors who can help you choose the right investment projects for you in 2025.  

1. Prestige One - The Boulevard

offering, The Boulevard, is a testament to luxury living combined with thoughtful design. Located in a prime area, this development features:

Modern Aesthetics: Architecturally striking with contemporary designs that blend form and function.

Amenities Galore: A host of world-class amenities, including a state-of-the-art gym, infinity pools, and lush landscaped gardens.

Prime Location: Positioned to provide easy access to key commercial hubs and leisure destinations in Dubai.

The Boulevard is ideal for young professionals and families who seek an elevated urban lifestyle. Investors can look forward to strong rental yields and consistent capital appreciation.

For more information visit our page: https://www.exclusive-links.com/off-plan-project-for-sale/off-plan-project-for-sale-in-dubai-dubai-land-dubai-land-residence-complex-the-boulevard-6762a7bd85959725afbf497b/

2. Beyond Developments - Orise

If you're seeking innovation in design and sustainability, Beyond Developments’ Orise is the perfect choice. This project stands out for its:

Sustainability Focus: Featuring eco-friendly construction and energy-efficient systems.

Smart Living Features: Seamlessly integrated technology for smarter, more convenient living.

Community Vibe: Designed to foster a sense of belonging, with communal spaces and vibrant neighborhoods.

Orise is a project that appeals to forward-thinking investors and end-users, combining environmental responsibility with modern living. This is a property where sustainability meets sophistication, ensuring long-term value for its owners.

For more information visit our page: https://www.exclusive-links.com/off-plan-project-for-sale/off-plan-project-for-sale-in-dubai-maritime-city-orise-6752814fa51ed0066bd32642/

 3. Omniyat - Alba Residences

Omniyat continues to redefine luxury with Alba Residences, a boutique development that exudes exclusivity and opulence. Key highlights include:

Bespoke Interiors: Tailored to offer a unique and timeless aesthetic.

Exclusive Location: Situated in one of Dubai’s most coveted addresses, with breathtaking views of the city skyline and waterfront.

World-Class Services: Access to concierge services and facilities that rival five-star hotels.

Alba Residences is perfect for high-net-worth individuals looking for a statement property. Its limited availability ensures exclusivity, making it a sound investment for those seeking both prestige and financial growth.

For more information visit our page: https://www.exclusive-links.com/off-plan-project-for-sale/off-plan-project-for-sale-in-dubai-palm-jumeirah-the-alba-residences-by-omniyat-6768e74bb4278015efe0311e/

Why Invest Now?

Dubai’s real estate market continues to offer unparalleled opportunities, driven by strong demand, visionary developments, and a favourable regulatory environment. Whether you are an experienced investor or a first-time buyer, these projects are designed to deliver exceptional returns while enriching your lifestyle.

At Exclusive Links, our expert team of real estate brokers in Dubai is committed to guiding you through every step of the investment journey. Kickstart your new year with a strategic investment in one of these top-tier developments. From the modern charm of The Boulevard to the sustainable innovation of Orise and the bespoke luxury of Alba Residences, each project offers something unique. Get in touch with our team to explore these opportunities further and make your next move in the dynamic Dubai real estate market.

Contact our Off Plan Manager, Michael Haith on +97150 557 4009 or email m.haith@exclusive-links.com to schedule a viewing or for more details on these exceptional projects!

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Top Builders in Chennai

Top Builders in Chennai: Redefining Excellence in Construction

Chennai, the bustling capital of Tamil Nadu, is a city where tradition meets modernity. As one of India’s fastest-growing metropolises, it’s home to a thriving real estate market. Among the many contributors to the city’s skyline, the top builders in Chennai stand out for their innovation, quality, and commitment to creating spaces that inspire. Whether you're seeking luxury apartments, affordable housing, or commercial spaces, Chennai's builders cater to a diverse range of needs.

The Real Estate Landscape in Chennai

1. The Growth of Chennai’s Real Estate Market

Chennai’s real estate market has witnessed steady growth over the years, fueled by factors such as urbanization, infrastructure development, and the influx of IT companies. The city’s strategic location along the Bay of Bengal, coupled with its cultural and economic significance, makes it a preferred choice for both residential and commercial investments.

2. Key Areas of Development

South Chennai: Localities like OMR, ECR, and Velachery are popular for IT hubs and luxury residences.

North Chennai: Known for industrial growth and affordable housing options.

Central Chennai: Prime areas like T. Nagar and Nungambakkam offer premium real estate opportunities.

What Makes a Builder the Best?

1. Quality of Construction

The hallmark of a top builder is their commitment to quality. From sourcing premium materials to adhering to safety standards, these builders ensure long-lasting constructions.

2. Timely Delivery

Meeting project deadlines is critical in the real estate industry. Top builders in Chennai are renowned for their punctuality, ensuring that customers receive their homes or commercial spaces on time.

3. Customer-Centric Approach

A builder’s reputation depends significantly on customer satisfaction. From transparent pricing to excellent after-sales service, the best builders prioritize their clients.

Top Builders in Chennai

1. Traventure Homes

Overview: Traventure Homes has earned a stellar reputation as one of the top builders in Chennai, known for their innovative designs and high-quality projects.

1.1 Key Projects by Traventure Homes

Luxury Apartments: Designed with modern architecture and state-of-the-art amenities.

Affordable Housing: Projects catering to middle-income families without compromising on quality.

Commercial Spaces: Functional and aesthetically pleasing offices and retail spaces.

1.2 Why Choose Traventure Homes?

Innovation: Unique designs tailored to modern lifestyles.

Sustainability: Focus on eco-friendly construction practices.

Customer Trust: Positive testimonials from satisfied clients.

2. Prestige Group

Overview: A renowned name in South India’s real estate market, Prestige Group is synonymous with luxury and excellence.

2.1 Signature Projects in Chennai

Prestige Courtyards: Premium apartments with world-class amenities.

Prestige Bella Vista: A township that redefines community living.

2.2 Key Strengths

Experience: Decades of expertise in delivering landmark projects.

Design Excellence: Architectural brilliance combined with functional spaces.

3. Casagrand Builders

Overview: Casagrand Builders is known for offering affordable luxury with a focus on customer satisfaction.

3.1 Notable Projects

Casagrand Athens: A Greek-inspired community with top-notch facilities.

Casagrand First City: A township designed for modern living.

3.2 Distinct Features

Affordability: High-quality homes at competitive prices.

Innovation: Unique themes and concepts for residential projects.

4. Brigade Group

Overview: Brigade Group has a strong presence in Chennai, offering a mix of residential, commercial, and hospitality projects.

4.1 Landmark Projects

Brigade Residences at WTC: Luxurious homes in a prime location.

Brigade Xanadu: A Spanish-themed township.

4.2 Highlights

Integrated Townships: Comprehensive living experiences with all amenities.

Sustainability Initiatives: Green building practices for eco-friendly living.

Emerging Trends in Chennai’s Real Estate

1. Green Building Practices

Sustainability is becoming a priority, with builders incorporating energy-efficient designs, rainwater harvesting, and solar power.

2. Smart Homes

Automation and IoT are revolutionizing home living. From smart security systems to voice-controlled appliances, builders are integrating technology seamlessly.

3. Community Living

Townships and gated communities are gaining popularity, offering a blend of privacy and shared amenities like parks, gyms, and clubhouses.

Choosing the Right Builder in Chennai

1. Research and Reviews

Check online reviews and testimonials.

Visit completed projects to assess quality and maintenance.

2. Budget and Requirements

Align your budget with the builder’s offerings.

Look for projects that meet your specific needs, whether it's proximity to schools, workplaces, or hospitals.

3. Transparency and Documentation

Ensure the builder provides clear details about costs, timelines, and legal approvals.

Verify property documents with legal experts.

Conclusion

Chennai’s real estate market is teeming with opportunities, thanks to the city’s top builders who are redefining urban living. From Traventure Homes to Brigade Group, these builders offer a mix of innovation, quality, and trust. By understanding the market, researching builders, and identifying your requirements, you can find the perfect property in this vibrant city.

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If you’re searching for a trusted construction company in Abu Dhabi, Prestige Constructions is a name synonymous with excellence and innovation. Known for delivering high-quality projects across residential, commercial, and industrial sectors, the company focuses on sustainable practices and cutting-edge technology. Prestige Constructions ensures that every project meets global standards while exceeding client expectations. Their expert team seamlessly blends visionary designs with efficient execution, making them a leader in Abu Dhabi's construction landscape. From luxury developments to large-scale infrastructure, Prestige Constructions continues to set new benchmarks in the industry.

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Prestige City, Siddharth Vihar, Indirapuram – best property near NH-24

Prestige City Indirapuram

Prestige City, Siddharth Vihar, Indirapuram, you may find unmatched convenience combined with contemporary elegance. The ideal option for both families and professionals, this high residential development is carefully planned to offer a harmonic fusion of elegance, comfort, and connectivity.

Prime Location:

Located in the center of Siddharth Vihar, Indirapuram near NH-24, Prestige City offers great access to Delhi-NCR's main hubs. Because of its advantageous location, the project provides quick access to:

NH-24, providing seamless connectivity to Delhi and Ghaziabad.

Key commercial and IT hubs in Noida, Greater Noida, and Gurgaon.

Renowned educational institutions, healthcare centers, and shopping destinations.

Living here ensures that everything you need is just a short drive away.

Luxurious Living Spaces

Prestige City offers a wide range of meticulously designed apartments to suit every family size and lifestyle. Choose from 2, 3, 4, and 5 BHK apartments, each crafted to perfection with spacious layouts, premium fittings, and abundant natural light. Every home is a masterpiece, blending aesthetics with functionality to create a living space that exudes sophistication.

World-Class Amenities

At Prestige City, residents can indulge in an array of world-class amenities that cater to every need and preference:

Clubhouse: A modern clubhouse with facilities for fitness, recreation, and social gatherings.

Swimming Pool: Relax and rejuvenate in a luxurious swimming pool.

Landscaped Gardens: Enjoy serene, green surroundings that promote a peaceful lifestyle.

Sports Facilities: Equipped with courts for tennis, basketball, and more to encourage an active lifestyle.

Children’s Play Area: A safe and fun space for kids to play and grow.

24/7 Security: Ensuring the safety and peace of mind of all residents.

Premium Construction: Built by a trusted developer with a reputation for excellence.

Green Living: Eco-friendly design and sustainable practices integrated into the project.

Investment Opportunity: With its prime location and unmatched amenities, Prestige City is a smart investment for both end-users and investors.

Community Living: Designed to foster a sense of community with vibrant spaces for social interaction.

Starting Price

Apartments in Siddharth Vihar, Indirapuram near NH-24 have made it possible to realize the dream of owning an opulent home. starting at ₹1.50 Cr onwards. Experience luxury living at an unbeatable price.

Contact Us Phone: +91 8744-000-006 Website: www.belpatraminfratech.com/prestige-city-indirapuram.htm

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Silverglades Properties: Elevating Luxury Living in Gurgaon with Next-Level 3/4 BHK Apartments

Gurgaon’s skyline is synonymous with growth, ambition, and luxury. Among the city’s elite real estate offerings, Silverglades Properties emerges as the gold standard for luxurious living spaces. With its unparalleled portfolio of 3/4 BHK luxury apartments, Silverglades redefines sophistication and comfort for the discerning homeowner.

Discover the Silverglades Legacy

Silverglades Properties is not just a name; it is a legacy built on a foundation of trust, innovation, and excellence. Renowned for curating premium residential, commercial, and mixed-use developments, Silverglades has consistently delivered world-class projects that resonate with elegance, functionality, and sustainability.

For those seeking the pinnacle of opulent living, Silverglades Properties offers meticulously designed homes that blend architectural brilliance with the latest lifestyle amenities.

Why Silverglades Properties is the Ultimate Choice

Silverglades Properties is synonymous with uncompromised quality and futuristic design. Here’s why these 3/4 BHK luxury apartments in Gurgaon are a league apart:

1. Prestigious Locations

Every Silverglades project is strategically located in Gurgaon’s most sought-after neighborhoods. Whether it’s proximity to top-notch schools, hospitals, business hubs, or entertainment avenues, these properties offer unmatched connectivity while being cocooned in serene, green environments.

2. Iconic Architectural Design

Silverglades’ projects are architectural masterpieces. Designed by globally acclaimed architects and interior designers, every property reflects a perfect fusion of aesthetics and functionality. From sprawling balconies offering panoramic views to ultra-modern layouts that maximize natural light, these homes are the epitome of contemporary living.

3. Bespoke Amenities for Elevated Living

Silverglades leaves no stone unturned in creating an unparalleled lifestyle for its residents. Expect a curated range of amenities that include:

Infinity swimming pools

World-class fitness centers

Designer clubhouses

Lush landscaped gardens

Kids’ play zones and sports facilities

These thoughtfully crafted features enhance every aspect of daily life, making Silverglades a haven for families, professionals, and retirees alike.

4. Sustainability at the Core

Silverglades is committed to building a sustainable future. Green building certifications, energy-efficient technologies, and eco-conscious designs ensure that their projects contribute positively to the environment while offering a healthy and harmonious lifestyle.

5. Excellence in Craftsmanship

Every Silverglades home is a testament to meticulous craftsmanship. From premium materials to flawless finishes, the quality of construction is unmatched. Every corner of your home exudes luxury, ensuring your living experience is nothing short of extraordinary.

Iconic Projects by Silverglades Properties

Silverglades has redefined luxury living with its landmark developments in Gurgaon. Here’s a closer look at their signature offerings:

1. The Melia

Located in the fast-developing Sector 35, Sohna, The Melia is a sanctuary of modern living. These 3/4 BHK apartments are designed for those who seek a perfect blend of comfort and sophistication. With breathtaking views, expansive layouts, and top-notch amenities, The Melia offers a lifestyle that’s truly aspirational.

2. The Ivy

The Ivy in Sushant Lok Phase 1 is an exclusive address for those who value privacy and prestige. With limited-edition 3/4 BHK residences, this boutique project exudes charm and elegance. Strategically located, The Ivy ensures seamless connectivity to Gurgaon’s prime areas while maintaining a tranquil environment.

3. The Laburnum

The Laburnum is a pioneering project that redefined luxury living in Gurgaon. Situated in Sushant Lok, this iconic development offers 3/4 BHK apartments set amidst sprawling green landscapes. Residents enjoy access to a private golf course, a grand clubhouse, and bespoke facilities that create a truly elevated living experience.

The Ultimate Living Experience with Silverglades

Silverglades Properties doesn’t just build homes; they craft lifestyles. Here’s what makes living in a Silverglades property a transformative experience:

Luxury Interiors Designed for Elegance

Step into a world of luxury where every detail is thoughtfully curated. From premium marble flooring and high-end fixtures to modular kitchens and walk-in wardrobes, every element exudes refinement. The interiors are a perfect blend of comfort and opulence.

Expansive Layouts for Modern Lifestyles

Space is the ultimate luxury, and Silverglades understands that. Their 3/4 BHK apartments feature expansive layouts with open-plan designs, large windows, and private balconies, ensuring an abundance of natural light and ventilation.

A Thriving Community Atmosphere

Silverglades Properties fosters a vibrant community spirit. With well-planned social spaces, residents can connect, collaborate, and celebrate life together. Whether it’s a weekend barbecue by the pool or a morning yoga session in the garden, there’s something for everyone.

Enhanced Safety and Security

Your safety is a priority at Silverglades. Their properties are equipped with state-of-the-art security systems, including CCTV surveillance, 24/7 manned security, and secure access control. Enjoy peace of mind in a safe and secure environment.

Investing in Silverglades Properties: A Smart Move

Gurgaon’s real estate market is a thriving hub of opportunities, and Silverglades Properties represents the pinnacle of investment potential. Here’s why owning a Silverglades apartment is a sound financial decision:

High ROI: Prime locations and premium quality ensure strong appreciation over time.

Rental Demand: Luxury apartments in Gurgaon attract high rental yields from professionals and expatriates.

Reputed Brand: Silverglades’ trusted name adds credibility and value to your investment.

By choosing Silverglades, you’re not just buying a home; you’re securing a future filled with growth, luxury, and comfort.

Conclusion

Silverglades Properties has redefined luxury real estate in Gurgaon, offering 3/4 BHK apartments that cater to the needs of modern homeowners. Combining prime locations, architectural brilliance, world-class amenities, and sustainable living practices, these homes are the epitome of elegance and sophistication.

Whether you’re looking for your dream home or a rewarding investment opportunity, Silverglades Properties delivers beyond expectations. Step into a world of unmatched luxury and experience the lifestyle you’ve always desired.

Explore Silverglades today and embrace the future of luxurious living in Gurgaon. Your perfect home awaits!

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Nambiar District 25 | Sarjapur Road Apartments for Families

Nambiar District 25 is a premium residential project located on Sarjapur Road, Bengaluru, designed to cater to the needs of modern families. With its thoughtful design, high-quality construction, and excellent amenities, it stands out as a top choice for families looking to buy a home in this rapidly developing part of the city.

Location Advantage

Sarjapur Road has become one of the most sought-after areas in Bengaluru, thanks to its strategic location and excellent connectivity. It provides easy access to major IT hubs like Electronic City, Whitefield, Marathahalli, and Outer Ring Road, making it an ideal place for working professionals. Additionally, the area is surrounded by reputed schools, hospitals, shopping malls, and entertainment centers, ensuring that families have everything they need within a short distance.

Nearby Schools: Some of the top schools near Nambiar District 25 include Oakridge International School, Greenwood High, and The International School Bangalore (TISB).

Healthcare Facilities: Leading hospitals like Columbia Asia, Narayana Health, and Sakra World Hospital are easily accessible.

Shopping and Entertainment: Malls like Forum Neighbourhood Mall, VR Bengaluru, and Total Mall offer excellent options for shopping, dining, and entertainment.

Why Choose Nambiar District 25?

Nambiar District 25 is more than just a residential project. It’s a well-planned community that ensures a comfortable, secure, and enriching lifestyle for families. Here are some key reasons why this project is a great choice:

Spacious Apartments: The apartments at Nambiar District 25 are designed with families in mind. They come in various configurations, such as 2 BHK, 3 BHK, and 4 BHK units, catering to different family sizes. Each unit features spacious rooms, well-ventilated layouts, and modern interiors to ensure a luxurious living experience.

World-Class Amenities: The project offers a range of amenities to keep residents engaged and active:

Clubhouse: A modern clubhouse equipped with indoor games, a gym, and a multipurpose hall for social gatherings.

Swimming Pool: Separate pools for adults and children.

Sports Facilities: Tennis courts, basketball courts, and a jogging track for fitness enthusiasts.

Children’s Play Area: Safe and fun spaces for kids to play and socialize.

Landscaped Gardens: Beautiful green spaces for relaxation and evening strolls.

Safety and Security: Security is a top priority at Nambiar District 25 Apartments The community features 24/7 security with CCTV surveillance, trained guards, and controlled access to ensure the safety of all residents.

Eco-Friendly Features: The project incorporates sustainable practices, such as rainwater harvesting, solar lighting, and waste management systems. These initiatives reduce the community’s carbon footprint and promote an eco-friendly lifestyle.

Quality Construction: Nambiar District 25 is built using the highest quality materials and follows international standards of construction. This ensures durability, safety, and a timeless design.

Community Living: The project fosters a sense of community with its shared spaces and activities. Regular events and celebrations bring residents together, making it a great place for families to build lasting relationships.

Connectivity and Infrastructure

Sarjapur Road is known for its excellent infrastructure and connectivity. It is well-connected to major parts of Bengaluru via arterial roads and public transport. The upcoming Namma Metro line will further enhance connectivity, making commutes faster and more convenient.

Road Connectivity: Sarjapur Road connects seamlessly to key areas like HSR Layout, Koramangala, and Bellandur.

Public Transport: BMTC buses and private cab services provide reliable transportation options.

Proximity to IT Parks: The project is close to IT parks like Wipro SEZ, RMZ Ecospace, and Prestige Tech Park, making it a prime location for IT professionals.

Who Is It For?

Nambiar District 25 location is perfect for families who want to enjoy a modern lifestyle in a serene and secure environment. It’s especially ideal for:

Working Professionals: Proximity to IT hubs and business centers ensures a short commute.

Families with Children: The presence of top schools, recreational facilities, and safe play areas makes it an excellent choice for raising kids.

Senior Citizens: The peaceful environment, green spaces, and healthcare access are well-suited for elderly residents.

Apartment Features

Each apartment in Nambiar District 25 is thoughtfully designed to offer maximum comfort and functionality. Here’s what you can expect:

Spacious Living Areas: Large living rooms perfect for family time and entertaining guests.

Modern Kitchens: Modular kitchens with high-quality fittings and ample storage.

Balconies: Private balconies with stunning views of the surrounding greenery.

Bedrooms: Cozy and well-lit bedrooms with attached bathrooms.

Storage Space: Plenty of built-in storage to keep your home organized.

Pricing and Investment

Nambiar District 25 offers great value for money, considering the location, amenities, and quality of construction. The apartments are priced competitively, making them an attractive option for both end-users and investors.

Pricing Range: The price varies depending on the size and configuration of the apartment. It’s advisable to contact the sales team for the latest pricing and offers.

Rental Potential: Given its location and features, the apartments have excellent rental potential, making it a smart investment choice.

How to Book Your Dream Home?

Booking an apartment at Nambiar District 25 price is a hassle-free process. Here are the steps:

Visit the Site: Schedule a visit to the project to explore the apartments and amenities.

Choose Your Unit: Select a unit that meets your requirements and budget.

Book Your Apartment: Complete the booking process by paying the initial amount.

Finalize the Agreement: Sign the sale agreement and complete the necessary paperwork.

Handover: Move into your new home once the project is ready for possession.

Conclusion

Nambiar District 25 on Sarjapur Road is a perfect blend of modern living, convenience, and community. With its excellent location, world-class amenities, and family-friendly environment, it’s an ideal place for families to call home. Whether you’re looking for a place to settle down or an investment opportunity, this project ticks all the boxes.

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Building Bangalore: Top Builders Shaping the City’s Real Estate Landscape

Bangalore, the Silicon Valley of India, is not just a hub for tech enthusiasts but also a thriving ground for luxury and premium real estate. Over the years, the city has witnessed exponential growth in its real estate sector, thanks to some of the top builders who have transformed Bangalore’s skyline. From residential marvels to commercial landmarks, these builders have established themselves as the pioneers of innovation and quality in real estate.

Bangalore Top Builders Leading the Market

The real estate sector in Bangalore thrives on the expertise and vision of top builders who consistently deliver world-class projects. Names like DNR Group, Prestige Group, Brigade Group, Sobha Limited, and Godrej Properties have carved a niche in the market with their commitment to quality and timely delivery. These builders are known for developing iconic residential projects, luxurious apartments, and modern commercial spaces that cater to the aspirations of the city’s diverse population.

Top Real Estate in Bangalore: What Sets It Apart?

The demand for real estate in Bangalore is driven by its strategic location, robust infrastructure, and excellent connectivity. Areas like Whitefield, Sarjapur Road, HSR Layout, and Yelahanka are hotspots for real estate investment due to their proximity to IT hubs and growing social infrastructure.

The top real estate in Bangalore is characterized by sustainable designs, premium amenities, and innovative architectural concepts. Builders are focusing on gated communities, eco-friendly developments, and integrated townships that redefine urban living. Projects like DNR Highline, Prestige Lakeside Habitat, and Sobha Dream Acres exemplify the city’s premium real estate offerings, blending luxury and functionality seamlessly.

Why Choose Top Builders in Bangalore?

Investing in properties developed by Bangalore’s top builders ensures quality construction, clear documentation, and superior amenities. These developers have a proven track record of creating spaces that cater to the evolving lifestyle needs of modern families and professionals. Moreover, they offer a wide range of options, from affordable housing to ultra-luxury villas, making them a preferred choice for homebuyers and investors alike.

Conclusion

Bangalore’s real estate sector continues to flourish, driven by the vision and expertise of its top builders. Whether you’re looking for a dream home or a lucrative investment, the top real estate in Bangalore offers unparalleled opportunities. Choose projects by reputed builders to ensure a safe and rewarding real estate journey in this dynamic city.