We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

The nights on Dragonstone were always accompanied by the damp sea breeze. The noisy wind only served to make the beach more serene, as dragons rested on the sand and cliffs, occasionally letting out thunderous roars, but never breaking the tranquility of the beach.

Drunk and disheveled, Aegon lay sprawled out on the sand. He had been forcibly dragged out of the tavern again by his younger brother.

"What are you thinking?" Aemond snapped, grabbing Aegon's collar and pulling him up. "Mother may be foolish, but don't you remember what she said? You're the rightful heir to the kingdom. Here's an excellent opportunity to gain the support of a powerful dragonlord house, one that rivals even our own. But you act like an idiot in front of them, and then you go off drinking with whores?"

"Sounds like you weren't even there," Aegon mumbled, trying to push Aemond away, but the alcohol made him too weak to move his younger brother, who was already in full lecture mode. "Rightful heir? Father named my sister as the rightful heir. Do you see him changing his mind about that?"

Aemond forcefully pushed Aegon, making him stumble. "Is that all you've got? Don't forget we're a threat to that slut. Do you really think that bitch will let us exist to threaten her bastard?"

Aegon fell silent. "If Helaena has a daughter, she'll be betrothed to Rey. Rey also has a dragon, and Uncle's family is already close with ours."

Aemond was losing his patience. "If, only if, you can gibe birth to a daughter. Even if you do, Rey is 14 years older than your daughter! Are you really going to wait for her to grow up and marry him?" Aemond lowered his voice.

"Don't talk nonsense," Aegon quickly covered his brother's mouth. "You can't just say things like that. It Jinx it." He sighed internally, wondering why it was so hard to be a carefree prince.

"Fine, fine, fine," Aemond snapped, pushing Aegon's hand away. "Don't forget, Father also plans for Uncle Draezell to marry his daughter to little Aegon, that bastard who's tarnishing our name."

Seeing that Aegon couldn't come up with a response, Aemond laughed bitterly. "I'll say it one more time. If you want to stay alive, you have to fight for it. Don't make me find you drunk and naked in some whore's bed, and don't let me see you showing off that little thing of yours at any moment, especially at the tournament in Dragonstone four months from now. Watch your little guy."

"Aemond, you can't treat me like this!"

With a final sharp remark, Aemond tossed Aegon onto the beach without looking back. He returned to the castle.

Meanwhile, on the castle terrace, Draezell, having handed Valar to Layla Celtigar, was enjoying the sea breeze with the Minister of the Navy and the Minister of Finance. They didn't disturb the King, who needed rest, or the Queen, full of anger, nor did they interrupt Princess Rhaenyra, eager to check on her son. Only Jacaerys, dutiful as always, briefly spoke with his mother before rushing to attend to his duties. This, in turn, made Lord Lyman Beesbury reflect deeply.

"Prince Draezell, have you given any further thought to the royal fleet plans?" Sir Tyland Lannister asked, nervously rubbing his hands. "My... my brother can be a bit wild, I hope you don't take it too personally."

"Lord Jason is an interesting man," Draezell replied calmly, leaning on the battlements. "But I think you should consider the girls feelings as well. As for the royal fleet, Lord Tyland, I am maintaining the same terms I offered in Casterly Rock. If the crown is willing to pay upfront, my shipyard can offer a 20% discount. If the crown needs my fleet, they can summon it just like they would summon the Redwyn or Velaryon fleets."

Tyland hesitated, clearly unsure how to respond. Lyman wisely added, "The crown is currently planning several large-scale projects, and funds are limited. We were hoping to request either an increased discount or, perhaps, to allow the crown to pay on credit."

"My workers need to eat too, Lord Lyman," Draezell sneered. "I can front the shipbuilding costs, but I won't bear the risk of royal losses. Lord Lyman, you wouldn't want us flying dragons into King's Landing to collect a debt, would you? And, Lord Lannister, as the Master of the Navy, the expansion of the royal fleet is your responsibility, not mine."

Lyman and Tyland exchanged a glance, both sighing as they realized they could not push further. After all, the expansion of the royal fleet was not the kingdom's most pressing concern, and the treasury had other priorities.

This trip to Dragonstone, truthfully, had not achieved King Viserys' desired outcome. The rift between the Queen and the Princess remained, but at least the two marriages arranged had pleased the King. He watched with satisfaction as Draezell and Jacaerys departed for White Harbor. Valar, Layla, and Lucerys returned to Dragon's Nest, while Lord Bartimos Celtigar, upon hearing that his daughter had been chosen, eagerly sent Arthor and his trusted bastard knight, York Vysor, aboard a ship to Dragon's Nest. They spent the night praying in the chapel of the island.

Vermithor roared as it flew across the sea, passing over the mountain-enclosed valley. Draezell, from the clouds, could even make out the towering Giant's Lance and the beautiful marble castle. Unfortunately, they had no plans to tour the valley and missed the opportunity to land.

The air had grown a bit chilly.

Jacaerys tightened his thick coat, which he had just changed into during their rest, feeling the discomfort from Vermax beneath him. The northern weather was not suited for the young dragon.

But for Draezell, the North presented a different scene.

Vermithor slowed down, allowing his companions to take in the distant view of the primal forest and the massive ice wall.

"Gods of the Old, is this their mark?" Draezell felt a strange sense of being watched as he entered the North, and Vermithor seemed equally uncomfortable. "Or perhaps the curse of the Frost God?"

The dragons slowly descended towards the white harbor. The northern people gawked in amazement at the two dragons circling above.

Lord Desmond Manderly nervously watched as the dragons landed at Fish King's Square. The crowd quickly scattered, and armored knights wielding tridents took control of the square.

"Lord Manderly, it's an honor to meet you," Draezell immediately recognized the tall, strong, bearded man as Desmond Manderly, the Lord of White Harbor, whom he had seen in portraits.

"Your Highness, your arrival with the prince reminds me of the grand reception when my great-grandfather hosted the venerable old King. Back then, the late king rode upon Vermithor to White Harbor, where he and the queen's family arranged a marriage contract. Sadly, the princess passed away soon after."

"I have come not only to visit you, but also to deliver a message."

"I'm sorry," Lord Manderly interrupted Draezell, his face full of sadness. "Your Highness, my beloved daughter Lyra has passed away due to a severe cold, and thus I am unable to fulfill my promise."

Draezell quickly prepared to offer his condolences, but his peripheral vision caught something unusual. A young boy stood next to Lord Manderly.

The black-haired, gray-eyed boy looked intently at everything around him, his serious expression unshaken even by the dragons' presence.

This boy is a problem, Draezell thought instantly.

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