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Rayena was in her chambers within the tower, reading a book by the fire. She heard the rain patter against the window. The occasional flash of lightning flooding her room and then the boom of the thunder. Though, it didn’t scare her, not anymore. The thunder used to scare her, when she was a little girl. Yet her mother always used to calm her, she missed her deeply. Another flash of lighting filled her room with light but instead of the following boom of thunder, the roar of a dragon followed. She grew confused, she hadn’t heard about a dragon in the Storm’s lands. Let alone hearing about a Targaryen gracing the people of Storm’s End with their presence. The bastard woman rose from her seat, putting the ancient book down as she walked over to the window. She gasped when a great big beast flew past her window, causing the window to rattle, from the force of the winds. Without even thinking, she quickly followed the dragon. She left her room and followed the dragon from the inside. She caught glimpses of the dragon and she knew who it was. It was Vhagar, the oldest living dragon. Which meant the Prince Aemond was here, which intruded her. Her father must’ve been keeping this under lock and key. She found herself in the grand hall. Her half sisters on either side of their father. She knew her father had no problem with her, she actually happened to be his favorite. He actually loved her mother and well, Rayena was “actually useful”. She got information and she got results. Though, she snuck out of the grand hall, going through the secret passageways. She felt the ground shake as Vhagar and finally, found the door she needed. She pushed opened the stone door and saw the great beast getting settled as her rider, Prince Aemond, descend from the saddle. She was enthralled about the great beast. She always wondered what it was like to be a dragon rider.

@AionsTempest

Aemond greatly despised the weather around summer at Storms End. It hindered his vision and Vhagar wasn’t much more thrilled. It was difficult for her with the cold and her age.* The prince slid out of the saddle, easily scaling down the leg of the great beast. His gaze scanned the courtyard appealingly, before even looking at the entrance to the castle. He gently muttered something to Vhagar and the large dragon spread her wings to settle elsewhere that wouldn’t destroy the castle. His gaze finally reached the stone door and he walked over, pulling the hood of his cloak down. The maester walked over to him and greeted the prince. “It’s always an honor to host you Prince Aemond.” “Thank you, maester. Nice to know the weather here is as miserable as ever in summer,” he replied with a raised eyebrow. “I need to speak with your lord as I’ve sent in my letters. I’m sure Lord Borros has told his counselors.” “Of course, my prince.”

Rayena drew closer, trying to overhear what both the Maester and the Prince was saying. Though, they didn’t say much sadly. This bothered her greatly, thought she knew better. She quickly rushed back inside, escaping the rain as she made her way back to the main hall. She had to beat the Prince and Maester. Though, she might not. The passageways were winding and difficult to navigate. While the Maester made his way to the grand hall with the prince in toe. Rayena was rushed through the quiet halls. She couldn’t be late, she wouldn’t hear the end of it from her father. Luck was not on her side. The Maester and Prince made it to the hall before Rayena. Lord Borros noticed the absence of a daughter but since she was bastard born. Mattered little to a prince. He stood up, bowing his head in respect, while his daughters curtsied. “Prince Aemond, it is of the highest respect and honor. You have came to Storm’s End to negotiate with me personally. We have made sure to gather many goats and sheep for your dragon,” Lord Borros smiled, though, the attention quickly was taken away. A loud door closed and Reyna rushed inside, standing away from her sisters. She noticed all eyes were on her and she smiled, acting proper. She then noticed the Prince and quickly curtsied, “Forgive my lateness and interruptions, my Prince.. I did not know you would be here. I only saw your dragon moments ago…”

“I greatly appreciate you making sure Vhagar is fed. The weather is bad for her and I would not have brought her here if the situation weren’t dire, but of course dragons are faster than ravens and in this weather I’d question a raven’s ability to fly well.” He looked over hearing the door slam and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, well, I prefer to keep the plans of my mother and myself close so others may not interfere,” Aemond replies. “Though it matters not. I am here now and Lord Borros, I ask for your aid in the fight against the false heir. Rhanerya is also sending for banners to raise an army. If it would suffice, my mother has suggested an engagement to bind our houses.”

Lord Borros glared a bit at his bastard daughter, moving his hand behind his back to wave her away. The Prince was here to be betrothed to a legitimate daughter, he would never dare insult the royal family. Reyna nodded her head, shuffling to hide behind something so he did not accidentally pick her. Though, she still peaked her head out, her eyes finding the Prince. Lord Borros smiled and nodded his head, “The Queen Dowager honors me, deeply. To bind our houses… it is a great honor. I have many daughters- these are the ones of age, for you to pick from. You may choose any of them… marry and bind our houses, and my bannermen, armies, and ships are your’s.”

@AionsTempest

Aemond nodded appreciatively. “My mother thinks for nothing but what’s best for the realm. The ready minds of House Baratheon with the fury of House Targaryen, I promise the realm will prosper.” The prince stepped forward, looking at the true born Baratheon daughters. He took the hand of one and kissed the back of her hand. “It would be an honor if you would help join our houses.” Aemond said with a slight smile. He gently guided her away from the others, keeping their hands together. “My mother and I both extend our deepest gratitude for you being willing to aid us.” “My prince,” his to be wife spoke softly. “Perhaps you should rest here at Storm’s End until the current maelstrom passes. It could be dangerous to keep flying back.” “If your lord father is willing to allow me to, then I will, but I shall not invite myself to stay.”

Lord Borros nodded his head, glad he chose one of his daughters with ease. He smiled, “A prince of the realm is always welcomed in my home. Especially as he is jointing my family. I will have the maids clean up a room.” He then turned to a maid and commanded her to go clean up a room and then made his other daughters leave the room. He then pulled Rayena to the side, whispering something in her ear. He then turned to Aemond, “My prince.. which meat is your favorite? Rayena, will make it happen. For dinner.” Rayena nodded her head, giving Aemond a beautiful smile as he looked at her. “Anything you want, my Prince. I handle the affairs of such estate in the absence of a Lady of Storm’s End.”

@AionsTempest

He nodded to Lord Borros. “I appreciate the hospitality, Lord Borros.” Aemond turned to Rayena with a slight upturned smile. “It’s an honor to meet someone Lord Borros trusts this much. Something as simple as venison will suffice. I’m not difficult to please in simple matters like this,” he said with a slight laugh. “It’s warfare where a different side of me exists, but we can discuss those matters at a later time.”

She acted timid a bit, her hands folding behind her back. A faint blush appearing on her face, “You honor me, my Prince. We will make sure our finest reds and our more preserved version is acquired for a prince of the realm. Only the finest for our royalty.” She noticed her older half sister getting irritated, jealous. Though, she didn’t care, she was here for the Prince. So she batted her eyelashes and was acting like a swooning girl without being too annoying. “Would you like me to show you to your chambers, my prince?”

@AionsTempest

"Thank you for procuring such niceties," he said with a slight smile. "It would be quite helpful to be guided to my chambers Storm's End. The castle is quite magnificent, but after dinner. I also want to make sure Vhagar has settled down well. Hopefully the rain will let up soon and she will be able to be more comfortable."

Rayena nodded her head, “There is a large cave near the coast. Maybe you could help Vhagar find it and place her in there. I could always ride out with a horse so you may return with ease.” She smiled, knowing how much a dragon means to there rider. She then looked towards the opened doors, “Please, follow me. I shall show you to your chambers. You can rest and then I will accompany you to the dining hall. Once dinner is ready.”

@AionsTempest

He thought about it for a moment and nodded. “That shall suffice. I’ll take her there after dinner then, but for now I’ll go with you.” The prince followed Rayena. “You only told me you were filling in for the Lady of Storm’s End, but you never gave me your name,” he said. His tone was masked, so it didn’t sound harsh. It was just an observation.

Rayena walked beside the Prince as she began to show him to his chambers. “Oh! I apologize… my name is Rayena. Lord Borros is my father. Yet my last name is Storm… my father and mother were never wed. I hope it does not offend that I am who I am? A bastard…” She didn’t know Aemond’s stance on bastards fully. Though, she did know of the bad blood between the Greens and the Blacks. “You chose a lovely bride though. Your taste is quite impressive..”

@AionsTempest

"Hm, bastard born, yet trusted enough to hold the title Lady of Storm's End in her absence," he replied with an amused smile. "Interesting. You cannot help who you are or what your parents have decided to do. I will not hold you, bastard born or not in any lower regard." He simply nodded when she complimented his bride. "I would hope to have decent taste in women," he said with a half smirk. "After all, a prince needs to choose who he trusts quite carefully."

Rayena giggled a bit, nodding her head, “My father worries about offending the royal family. You are the most powerful family in the world and he knows at any moment, you could take it all away. He would rather keep favor than lose it.” They kept walking, the quiet halls of Storm’s End. Though, she blinked, acting surprised. She knew she had a bit of a power move. “Oh? You have trustworthy? I thought you chose her on beauty… that sister is not the most, trustworthy… nor dutiful. If you want a trusting and easy wife, you should’ve gone with the second one… though, she isn’t the brightest… I don’t know. It’s quite hard to know someone based off of a first impression.”

@AionsTempest

“He needn’t worry. Not when Rhaenyra’s own children are bastards,” Aemond said dryly. “Your father is a smart man to keep himself well aligned with the right side of the war. We have the Lannister’s backing us too.” Aemond looked at Rayena with his eye narrowed. “I’d rather have someone trustworthy as a wife than someone who’s beautiful.” Aemond commented. “And while it isn’t possible to base someone off of first impressions, there’s not much more knowledge I could have prior.”

Rayena looked ahead as they walked, “As a Prince in the public eye. You would rather find a good fit. You know appearance, both politically and physically, are a necessity. Though… if trustworthy is what you are looking for, you should choose another sister. I have lived with all of them… I know who is good and who is not.” She looked back at Aemond, watching as his eye was narrowed towards her. She sighed, “I am sorry if I overstepped. I just know these girls. None of them would fit the life of a wife for a Prince. They do not understand life at Court and they will undoubtedly sink. So I am going to be curt, if you do not wish to be the laughing stock of the Red Kingdom. Do not pick the first… she’s not even a maiden. She slept with a stable hand, she’ll undoubtedly do it again. Pick the third sister, beautiful yet reliable. She might not trustworthy but… reliable is a good compromise.”

@AionsTempest

Aemond gave a soft scoff, but he knew she was right. "Very well." Aemond replied, folding his arms and facing her. "Tell me then, who you advise me to marry, hm?" He gave a low exhale, listening to her. "The third sister. I do not mean to offend, but I believe reliable may be the best I can get as of right now. Your father meant no disrespect to the realm by the potential of me choosing you, but I'm curious. How would you believe people you know to describe you?"

Rayena looked at him, titling her head, thinking about how many would describe her, “Quiet, helpful, secretive… reliable, dependable… yet those two last words are quite similar.” She looked a head, keeping her posture as they walked. She noticed the quick flash of lightning flood the room and as soon as it was gone, thunder boomed within the sky. She chose after that to start talking, “Why do you ask, my prince?”

@AionsTempest

"Yet you were willing to phrase them list them separately, so there is a difference that you see between them. What is that difference?" Aemond asked her curiously. He glanced out at the lightning with a slight smile before sighing slightly at the question. "I am curious by nature and it also helps to learn about anyone who is will be an ally."

Rayena laughed softly, thinking on how she wanted to word this, “Well… reliable, I feel like… I’m RELIABLE with important documents. Though, I’m dependable to keep secret or two… does that make sense, my Prince?..” As she walked beside him, she oddly felt what it was like to live in the shoes of a Targaryen for a moment. She imagined herself on the back of a dragon, feeling free… being above all else. She looked over at him once again, “Tell me.. what’s it like being on the back of biggest dragon in the world?…” He could see the curiosity in her eyes, how her eyes lit up with a hopeful look. She was a curious one as well. She tended to be. Especially when it came to something she knew she has always wanted but could never have. A dragon… her face lit up full of glee as awaited his answer.

@AionsTempest

"So you see being reliable relating to something tangible where as being dependable is something you are told?" He questioned with an amused grin. "Hm, I suppose that's fair." He cast her a sideways glance at her question about being Vhagar's rider. "Aside from how free it feels to be in the air, it's thrilling. The wind and how fast she can fly with each stroke of her wings. It feels like nothing can stop you, but I know the Dornish have killed the dragons before. Being atop Vhagar in itself feels powerful."

She nodded her head, remembering the tale of the Conqueror, Rhaenys and her dragon Meraxes. How much Vhagar must miss Balerion and Meraxes. “Scorpions… giant cross bow like machines. It’s is cruel how we must always be the superior creature. We must always have a way to kill something… when dragons should be cherished… not controlled. I think dragons are beautiful creatures and Vhagar… she’s magnificent…” Her face went somber, “I remember my mother took me to King’s Landing once… I remember seeing dragons flying overhead… Dreamfyre and Sunfyre… but when I saw Vhagar… her shadow casting down upon us as we walked the streets… it was… enchanting… the best memory I have with my mother… I guess in way you were apart of it as well. You must’ve been flying on Vhagar for her to be over the capital.”

@AionsTempest

He nodded. "You know the history Aegon and his sister wives. One most are aware of. Not many scorpions exist outside of where the Dornish reside, especially after they burned almost all of Dorne to the ground with the exception of Sunspear." Aemond resumed walking with Rayena as they went to his chambers. "Ah, my siblings' dragons. Dreamfyre is quite beautiful and Sunfyre may be small, but very fierce. Vhagar's shadow can easily eclipse cities. The smaller towns on the way, one wing she can completely hide them in shadow. Only Kings Landing is large enough for her to not hide," he said with a chuckle. "Yes, I would've been on Vhagar. I recall flying over the Red Keep and circling the Sept of Baelor... it was a flight of assertiveness. Three dragons now in Kings Landing, one being from the days of Ancient Valyria."

She smiled softly, “I have any entire library to myself. My father gifted it to me on my 8th name day. Though, you should definitely not come to my chambers. Books scatter the floors and tables.” She laughed, keeping up with his long strides as best she could. “I heard Tessarion is quite a beautiful dragon as well… a beautiful vibrant blue. I’m sure Old Town is not used to a dragon in its presence… I think I can only recall twice when a dragon was at Storm’s End. Meleys… for my grandsire’s birthday, as Princess Rhaenys shares Baratheon blood… and… well Vhagar but Lady Laena was her rider then. She was collecting something for her husband, Prince Daemon, I believe. A letter or something… I don’t recall fully. It was a possession of our founder, Orys Baratheon…” Her eyes then widened and she smirked, “Do you wanna see something cool? I think you might like it as a man who loves history… don’t ask how I know, I know everything~” She teased and made a sudden turn at a corner that led to a dead end. “If I show this to you… you must absolutely promise me, you will NEVER EVER tell anyone about this.”

@AionsTempest

"And here I thought the acting Lady of Storm's End would have tidy chambers in an orderly fashion," he replied dryly with a raised eyebrow. He listened to her as she described Tessarion and nodded. "I recall those days as well." His voice was terse, but he glanced at her. "If you happen to recall what Daemon was looking for, I would love to know." He quirked an eyebrow at her sudden change in expression, but followed her anyway. "I'm assuming you have something to show me and just about no other living soul knows about it if you want me to promise to not share, but fine. You have my word. I will not speak of whatever you want to show me here."

Rayena glared a bit him, though it was playful, “I’m not the Lady of Storm’s End because to be that- I would have to be married to the Lord who is my father. I am just acting as such until my father can get over my mother… and find a new wife. My mother and my father’s wife are both dead… I was supposed to have a baby brother… from by mother.” She sighed and used her back to push open a stone door. “You know how there are apparently NOT surviving portraits of the conquerors? Well… my grandsire knew of this place but he never told my father… BUT… he told me. This is where Orys Baratheon, the supposed bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror hid many important things… I thought you might like to see, as a descendant of Aegon…” She grabbed a torch from the wall and allowed Aemond in before she closed the door. “That and I sense a war brewing… maybe something in here might help your cause..”

@AionsTempest

Aemond smirked slightly at her glare and stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Yes, he knew what was required for her to be the Lady of Storm's End and that certainly wasn't a title she could have in the current situation. "I'm sorry to hear about your mother and unborn brother," he said softly, looking up as the stone door opened. "Why do you know about this place, but not your own father?" Aemond questioned, following her. It was admittedly a bit difficult for how tall he was, but he was too curious to not follow. "There will be war. It's inevitable with Rhaenyra and her sons not surrendering..."

“My grandsire did not trust my father to keep his lips shut… but he trusted me. Especially due to my… interests. The diaries of Queen Visneya are in here… from her youth. Many believed she dabbled in blood magic, as many Targaryen ancestors did. Though… more than just that is up here… runes and gems. Books, stories… many things. As Blackfyre was passed on from King to heir, these were passed on from Lord to heir… yet my grandsire knew my father could easily gamble this away…” Rayena kept ascending the quiet stone stairs, hearing the footsteps of the Prince behind her. She moved her head a bit to look back at Aemond, “When Orys retired as Hand of the King. Many said he lost his mind… he was obsessive. Aegon gave these to him… in the hopes it’ll keep him distracted. Reliving the height of their youth… Aegon died before he could retrieve it and well… everything happening with Maegor and Aenys… Orys thought it best that is stayed here…”

@AionsTempest

Aemond listened to her. “Interesting that the trust completely skipped a generation, but it seems to have found a place once again in your memory. Blackfyre is a relic at this point. Hardly likely it would ever see the light of battle again.” Aemond looked thoughtful. “Hm… Orys may have lost his mind, but he certainly still had enough sanity to realize journaling of Visenya would be safer here than anywhere else. I would certainly be interested in reading her journals.”

“I was going to tell my brother… my half brother, when he became Lord of Storm’s End. Though, since he keeps getting sick and such… many think he’ll be weak and fragile so my father wants more sons in case his legitimate sons,” She sighed softly, finally getting to a door and opening it. When she opened the door, there was a lot of dust and such but everything was well kept. Over a fireplace, Aemond could see a portrait of young Orys and young Aegon. There were many old relics. “Look around, my prince.”

@AionsTempest

"Even if you were a true born daughter, you have many sisters ahead of you who would inherit the throne first. Besides, being a lord is... dull. Sit around all day, never take part in wars, satisfy one group, but dissatisfy another." He gave a huff, but shook his head and stepped through the door after her. His gaze was instantly drawn to the portrait above the fireplace. He stared at it for a moment before walking further in. "Dusty, but most things are in fine condition." Aemond noted and glanced at her. "Have you been maintaing it here? I think it might be my favorite place here."

Rayena laughed softly, “I do not wish to be a lord or a king. Living in the shadows is how I live, mostly due to my bastard born nature.” She smiled softly, beginning to use one torch to light the others in the room. “I am in here quite often… yet I haven’t been in here a week. Mind the dust,” She placed the torch in a torch holder attached to the wall. “it is my favorite place here… more so because you can get a glimpse of how the Conquerors were. Our past, our histories… I say our due to Orys being apart of it all.” She walked over and held up a Valyrian steel dagger. “A Targaryen one… like Catspaw. Given to Orys… probably supposed to be given to the second son but Aegon had no brothers, legitimate brothers. So he gave it Orys, either him being a bastard brother or a brother in arms.” She gently placed it down and walked over to a bookshelf. “I’ve organized them all… haven’t read them all but I’m trying…”

@AionsTempest

Aemond watched her light the other torches in the room and smiled slightly. "Calling it our history is fair. No one person took over all of Westeros on their own. Even Aegon had help through his wives and their dragons." He walked over to the bookshelf and took one of the books, opening it. "High Valyrian, an ancient language. One most believe dead or of great insignificance."

The bastard looked over at the Targaryen Prince, speaking in High Valyrian, “A language I am quite fluent in.” She then walked over, going back to speaking the common tongue. She looked at the book he was reading. She smiled, “Oh I like this book.. it’s about the Targaryen dynasty when they were mere lords and ladies, not princes and princess.”

@AionsTempest

He raised an eyebrow. “You studied High Valyrian? Who taught you?” Aemond asked curiously. He went over and looked at the book she had. “I recall reading it. I thought books like that were lost…”

She smiled, “I kinda taught myself… but I also learned from the Maester. He knows High Valyrian, so it’s a bit of both.” She sighed, leaning against the table, “If you need something from here… anything is your’s, my Prince.” She looked up at the Targaryen Prince, watching him as he scanned the book and such. This was her pride and joy, though, her history was combined with his in a way.

@AionsTempest

“Hm… explains why your dialect and accent are just slightly off, but it isn’t bad for teaching yourself,” Aemond replied, looking along at the relics and books with a slight smile. “It’s easy to see why you like it here so much. It’s a quiet space full of history.”

“I do my best with what I know… I may be of Valyrian descent but I am not Targaryen or Velayron, I’m not even a Baratheon. I’m a Storm, birthed in the Stormlands by my Drumm mother, sired by my Baratheon father both wed to others. Hence the bastard name,” She smirked, giving him a bit of a history lesson on herself. She did her best with what life gave her. She looked around, nodding her head once again, “It is the only safe space I have. I know, if the castle was to be raided, I would not have the protection like my sisters and brother will.”

@AionsTempest

“The comment was not meant as an insult,” Aemond replied, as he walked around and looked at some other artifacts in the room. “It’s actually impressive you know it. Even Velaryon’s and Targaryen’s can have difficulty with the language.” He looked around the room. “That is true enough, but only a fool will raid a castle like this during this season,” Aemond remarked. “Sieging the castle would be difficult and there’s no approach that wouldn’t be seen from miles away.”

“I didn’t take it as an insult, my Prince. Do not fret,” She smiled at him, watching him look around some more. “Trying to get into the dock at such a time, you’ll end up capsizing and trying to ride in the rain is hard. Even Vhagar seems displeased… but hopefully she’ll adjust or learn to handle the rain. Like you will… especially if war is coming. You’ll have to adjust to the climate and weather, fighting regardless.”

@AionsTempest

“If at all possible, I would certainly prefer to be back in Kings Landing by the time the war arrived,” he admitted. “Vhagar’s temperament in the rain is only worse and there will be more bloodshed than necessary. Even she will stop listening to me sometimes.”

She looked over at him, “I don’t think you want King’s Landing to have a battle going on. The royal family is supposed to protect the small folk in King’s Landing and dragon war- sounds hot… and bloody-“ She sat on a table, looking over at the Prince. She then got a grin on her face, deciding to jest with the Prince. “Do you think… the reason she stops listening to you, is because she’s old… and maybe can’t hear you?”

@AionsTempest

“There’s never a good place for war except on an open field. They would be idiots to meet us on an open field,” Aemond replied. A slight chuckle escaped him. “I think she’s just a bit of a crotchety old granny if anything, though I have to admit, I do love her.”

She laughed, hearing what he said about Vhagar. She shook her head, “I doubt you’d ever say that to Vhagar. She’d burn you to a crisp.” A simple jest once again. She then sighed, looking around the room, “Idiots they may be… but many say the bravest are the most idiotic. Willing to task the risk, no one else is willing to. I hope… you are smart in who you pick and what you choose to do. I don’t doubt your judgment, my prince but I am cautious about what you will choose to do.”

@AionsTempest

“Oh, I’m far from brave enough to insult the largest living dragon,” Aemond said with a smirk of amusement. “Maybe, but there’s a difference between idiocy and bravery.” He gave her a curt nod at the warning. “I’ll be sure to remember your words.”

Rayena looked at him, shrugging her shoulders a bit. She wasn’t going to argue, it was just her beliefs. He had different ones. She smiled, “Well… we should get moving. My father will realize you are missing and well, I’ll be in trouble. Let’s get you to your chambers.”

@AionsTempest

Aemond followed her out, but paused and looked around the room one last time. He walked with her, remembering the path back up in case he ever wanted to go back on his own.

Rayena made sure he was following, wanting to close the passage behind them. Once she did, she began to walk to the chambers, silent. She did not know why but she was not talkative. Once they got to his chambers, maids filed out of the room, which meant it was finally prepared. “Here we are, my prince. Your chambers.”

@AionsTempest

“Thank you, Rayena,” *Aemond said with a nod. “I appreciate your honesty and hospitality for me after my flight here.”

“You are welcome, my prince…” She smiled, keeping herself a proper distance away. “You may get yourself settled and I will come gather you for supper. Father wouldn’t want you getting lost in our maze.”

@AionsTempest

Aemond nodded his thanks to her and proceeded into the chambers. He went and showered quickly and changed out of his clothes which had endured the weather on his flight over to Storm's End. After freshening up, the prince sat down on the edge of his bed, resting on his knees thoughtfully.

Around supper time, there was a knock on the door of his chambers. Upon opening it, Rayena was there. She was in a beautiful gown, golden to match her father’s house colors. Even as a bastard, she was given lavish things. “Are you prepared for dinner, my prince? If not, I can wait a few moments. While also sending a maid to inform Father.”

@AionsTempest

He looked up from the book as he saw Rayena open the door. "You look stunning," he complimented, "But I am ready to go now." He gently set the book down on the nightstand.

“Thank you, my prince,” She smiled, standing to the side so she could lead the way. She allowed him to walk beside her, keeping him in the corner of her eye. “I hope you enjoy supper.”

@AionsTempest

"I'm sure it will be wonderful," he replied, walking next to her. "You and your have father both have been very gracious to host me and side with my family for the war."