The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 24, 2017 0:15:56 GMT
281 AC
Qarth was a sight to behold. The Targaryen boy had only arrived a fortnight ago, having parted ways with his cousin Saera who escorted him there from Braavos, only to find himself lost once more. This was his destination and the place he needed to be--a city of merchants. Saera told him as much. With nobody else willing to risk their fortune on Aerys venturing out to old Valyria, certainly one of Qarth's thirteen council members would. They could afford the risks and the potential reward of what could be found in the ancient ruins was a game changer even for them.
Yet meeting with the Council of Thirteen was easier said than done. Aerys had nothing of value other than his name. Here in Essos that didn't carry much weight and he was careful not to give it out so freely lest he wanted to be held for ransom himself. Aerys could hold his own against most, but he was in a foreign land with little allies and potential enemies at every turn. He heeded caution. Whenever his violet eye's met with those of a green haired beauty standing behind a stand in the bazaar he found himself approaching. He convinced himself that she looked like someone friendly that could help him meet with one of the thirteen, but it was a lie. There was something about her that drew him in and he wasn't one to shy away from anything that caught his eye.
"I don't see a price on this one." He said playfully, poking his head her wares and examining her with a close eye.
Post by VAERYIA AGYARE on Aug 24, 2017 4:25:35 GMT
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She often found herself within the walls of Qarth since the city was bountiful for those involved in the trade industry. Ivar had established a longstanding relationship with a merchant on the Council of Thirteen and found himself allowed entry whenever he wished to conduct trades within the city. Word of his passing had reached the council of Qarth immediately after his death two years prior and resulted in his relationship with the Essosi city being inherited by Vaeryia. The act of kindness had been repaid handsomely as the Lyseni woman understood it was more than a gesture from the Council of Thirteen.
Travel to Qarth did not happen in haste, meaning she was intending on spending a month in city before returning to Lys with her spoils. On this particular day, there were many who passed by her stand in the bazaar but the offers they presented her caused her to scoff in reaction. Her pride and reputation as the Emerald Trader would not be compromised by a jest of a deal. Vaeryia would strike out on making a single transaction for the entire day if none of the proposals were deemed valuable of her time. Time was precious, especially when the trade one specialized in was a matter of commerce. Standing swathed in a revealing dress of golden fabric, bangles hanging off of her arms and an intricate headpiece boasting of wealth, she was an image of exotic beauty whose face donned a look of dissatisfaction.
Her brow quirked at a young man who happened upon her stand, his silver hair and stare of amethyst screaming out Valyrian ancestry while he browsed over her inventory. “Some of my inventory is better labelled as priceless until someone is able to make an offer that suits its worth,” Vaeryia trilled to him, her Lyseni accent coating her words with a melodic lilt. Shamelessly, she gazed upon Aerys while waiting for a response to her remark that applied to more than the objects laid out on her stand.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 25, 2017 3:04:39 GMT
"A good policy to have. I'm sure it has served you and your pockets well." Aerys replied, giving her another cursory examination with his eyes before shifting his attention to her other wares. There laid an assortment of different trinkets and objects that the Westerosi was unfamiliar with. Their purpose and value were both lost on the Targaryen, but he could tell they were all beyond his price range. Aerys was a rich man so long as he was at home, but home wasn't Essos and his pockets were filled with more sand than coin.
"Unfortunately I've no coin nor would I offer you any if I had a sack full of gold." Aerys said with a sly grin. His eyes looked towards the coast and the orange glow that the setting sun cast over Qarth before returning his attention back to the green haired woman. "What I can give you is my time for yours. It's getting late. Why don't you walk with me around Qarth and I'll give you some sales tips." Aerys hadn't the slightest bit of experience selling anything other than his own charm. Whether she agreed or not, Aerys took his hands off the table and turned his body away from her stand, fixing to leave without her if she did not close shop right away.
"Westerosi traders are quite different from those in Essos. You'll want to learn their ways if you hope to cross the narrow sea one day." The prince added before walking away.
Post by VAERYIA AGYARE on Aug 26, 2017 16:57:01 GMT
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“My pockets are full of a remarkable amount of wealth but I assure you that is none of your concern,” she replied to him, tone light as they continued to exchange a minimal amount of banter. His Valyrian stare returned to the goods laid out on her stand, allowing her to freely continue her examination of the man. He appeared weary and travel worn, as did many of the potential buyers who hovered over her invaluable wares. But he was different. A sense of nobility seemed to preside over him, as if it were innate and not a demeanor which had been earned through experience.
“You shouldn’t deceive a mere merchant with the perception that you intended to buy then. My livelihood is based upon my sales,” Vaeryia quipped to him, Lyseni accent coating her words with an alluring glow. She remained steadfast behind her stand, golden gaze waiting for Aerys to turn back and continue with his proposal. “Time is a rarely purchased good yet so precious, don’t you agree?” she mused, her stare then falling to the alarmingly beautiful sight of the sunset. She shifted slightly, immediately after he backed away from her stand in preparation to abandon her stand. Her back turned to stand summoned a formidable swellsword to appear before the stand, where he would remain until she returned to load her goods back into the carriage.
“I’m insulted you don’t believe I’ve already established connections in Westeros, dear foreigner. What else have you presumed about my character?” Vaeryia inquired, her words silky as she fell easily into step beside Aerys.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 26, 2017 21:54:24 GMT
"I do apologize for misleading you." Aerys said with a soft smile, bowing his head down slightly. "If I could afford you I don't doubt I would have you already." He added as he looked over the wares disinterestedly before returning his gaze to the entrancing merchant. The Targaryen watched as a sellsword came whenever the woman beckoned him, standing guard at her stand so that nobody would attempt to steal her wares. Qarth was unique in that a sellsword could be trusted to guard your carriage instead of emptying it. With a city as dependent on merchants and trade as they were it was no surprise that they had figured this much out.
"Many refuse to trade their gold for a better person's time. Yet they'll happily part ways with their coin for those who would give up their time and more for so little." Aerys spoke as his violet eyes darted towards the brothel down the street. Time was precious indeed and every day he spent in Essos he wondered if he was wasting it. He dismissed any thoughts of potential regret whenever Vaeryia took her place beside him as they walked through Qarth.
"I'm insulted you believe your Westeros connections amount to anything in comparison to me." Aerys said with a cheeky grin. "They are many things I've presumed about your character. Some inappropriate for me to say to a lady such as yourself and others better left to my imagination." The prince's eyes were fixated on her until she finished speaking. His gaze wandered to the rest of his surroundings, taking in the sight of Qarth as it was a foreign beauty to him much like Vaeryia was.
"Had you any useful connections in Westeros, it would be you bargaining for my time."
Post by VAERYIA AGYARE on Aug 26, 2017 22:22:45 GMT
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“I’ve been misled in far worse ways, so no apology is needed,” Vaeryia affirmed, giving him a gracious nod as the smile adorned on her lips matched the gentleness of his. “Your phrasing leads me to believe you’re speaking of more than my goods, enthralling traveler.” Her comment was coy, passing through her lips as if the sights her eyes had witnessed could be classified as innocent and undiluted. Her eyes betrayed her lone, dancing with an alluring sense of temptation beckoning the stranger to pursue her harmless taunts. Their conversation wouldn’t hold much intrigue for the Lyseni if she didn’t press against the boundaries slightly, testing to see how pliant Aerys could become.
Their unhurried but deliberate steps were bringing them progressively closer to a brothel whose reputation was infamous throughout the entire city. A stare of molten gold gazed down the particular slight, uninterested in the activities and lewdness Aerys alluded to with his remark. “I cannot fathom that a man with looks like your own ever found himself at such a low, sacrificing gold for tainted time,” the words flowed smoothly, more of a melody than the common tongue spoken across the continent. Her stare flickered back to Aerys, the intoxicating stare latching onto him for a moment before finding more interest in the architecture surrounding them.
“Forgive me…and doubly forgive me, since I have yet to ask for your name. Or introduce myself. The woman who is causing your thoughts to run astray is Vaeryia Agyare, a Lys native.” She was engrossed in her introduction but her nonchalantly rose, her pointer finger trailing lightly down his arm down to his hand as she spoke. “My connections are more than useful than you could imagine. But perhaps I was not interested in bargaining for your time. Perhaps it is a desire I have chosen to pursue as a woman, not as a merchant.”
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 26, 2017 23:18:52 GMT
"That I am. Have I misled you again?" Aerys replied with a sly smile. Her bashful innocence was lost on the Targaryen who could see through her initial presentation of herself. Aerys grew up in King's Landing and knew no person to be as simple as the expression they put on display. There were many layers to every person and Aerys was interested in what shedding each of Vaeryia's.
"Your instincts don't betray you. Paying for another's company takes all the fun in having it. You're guaranteed everything but genuineness—and where I'm from that is an all too rare of a quality." A brothel was beneath him. Mixed blood or not, Aerys was a Targaryen prince. He had suitors lining up for him and if anything they would be the ones paying for his company. Yet his situation didn't change the fact that the business brothels brought it in were immense. Men from all over and even Lords were happy to part ways with their coin to escape their own reality.
"Vaeryia Agyare of Lys. I'll remember that." Aerys only knew a small amount about the free city Lys, having passed it on his way to Qarth from Braavos. Aerys thought to introduce himself, but hesitated and before he spoke he felt her finger trailing down his arm. When their hands met, he took his hand in hers as they continued to walk through the city and past the brothel. There was a liberating feeling about being an unknown person here in Qarth. Here he was, holding hands with an exotic beauty in a place as public as this. Such an act in King's Landing would have the Red Keep in a frenzy. With his tainted blood Aerys had to work extra hard to remain as scandal free to avoid the wrath of his pure Targaryen brethren. An affection as simple as holding a woman's hands was to be saved for a strategic alliance.
"If there is one thing I know about merchants, it is that they've a hard time separating the two." He replied with a chuckle. "While I wasn't able to fulfill your needs as a customer, I've no doubt in my mind that you'll be content with what I have to offer as a man." Aerys said, his eyes meeting hers as he spoke with a low hum.
Post by VAERYIA AGYARE on Aug 27, 2017 0:03:36 GMT
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“You have. But you can consider yourself pardoned if you shed light on your intentions. I’m dying to know why the Emerald Trader caught that Valyrian stare of yours,” she said to him, the fervor of her words sincere as she caught sight of his sly smile. Weakness to a woman’s wiles did not seem to be a folly of the travelers, but that only piqued her interest further as they continued their stroll down the street of Qarth.
“I’ve relied on my instincts for twenty years; they have yet to betray me,” the green haired merchant said soberly, revealing to the stranger another piece of personal information. He now had her name, native country, and age in possession, but she knew absolutely nothing about the man who had asked her to accompany him on a walk through through this particular free city. “Where exactly are you from?” Vaeryia questioned, an innocent question posed to obtain some semblance of the backstory of this particular man. Undeniably, she was intrigued by him, especially considering the plans she had in mind for the remainder of their time spent together.
“You must be someone of importance and stature if you’re unwilling to speak your name to me. You can trust me, I assure you. But you have no reason to believe that, and rightfully so. We’re merely strangers,” she trilled to him, the ramble coming across as an entrancing melody due to the cadence of her accent. There were few men who ever tired of hearing a Lyseni woman speak to them, even if the nature of her words was absolutely dismal. A placated smirk settled on her lips as Aerys took her hand in his casually when they past by the brothel. In a swift motion, she more rightfully fit her hand in his by threading her fingers through his. To any set of foreign eyes that observed the pair, they appeared to be a smitten couple who were basking in the glow of the sunset while promenading down the avenues of Qarth.
“By the time our encounter is through, you’ll find that I am unlike any other merchant you will ever meet,” she swore to him, the words airy but the look on her face speaking volumes to the promise she spoke. “Are you assured that you can deliver such a hefty promise by the end of the evening?” Vaeryia’s stare met his, her amber hues challenging him.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 27, 2017 1:19:24 GMT
"Dying to know? I suppose your shop was lacking any mirrors otherwise you would have a better idea as to why I find the Emerald Trader to be captivating." Aerys's less than subtle compliments came with a snicker. Even he wasn't truly certain of exactly why he found Vaeryia to be so fascinating. Was it as simple as the green hair and amber eyes? Her exotic and alluring looks were what brought Aerys to browse her wares, but it was their conversation that kept his attention. There was more to it, of course. He knew that if he wanted to connect with one of the thirteen than a merchant would be his best bet, but it wasn't why he approached her specifically.
"I wish I could say the same. After nearly twenty years, I'm not sure whether my instincts will be the boon or bane of my life and more." Aerys's words carried a gravitas that his playful banter from before lacked. His entire trek to Essos followed a vision he had and some trusted words that pointed him across the Narrow Sea. He could try and claim it wasn't his instincts, but he knew it was his gut that chose to pursue those visions. "The Crownlands." Aerys said flatly. He had already given his age and decided to leave his location as broad as the constitute region he hailed from. There were no other Valyrians in Westeros besides the Targaryen family so he felt comfortable knowing if she hadn't connected the dots yet then he could stand to give a little information.
The notion that he was a man of important stature put a smile on Aerys's face. He had grown accustomed to being treated as any commoner would within Essos. Being recognized as someone above the status of a commoner was a feeling he hadn't felt in some time. "You're a clever girl, Vaeryia. You're right in that it is best I don't have in Qarth knowing my name. I'd share it with you if I wasn't certain you will be shouting it by the end of this evening." Aerys flashed her a cocky grin, sending a short wink her way as he gave her a hand a gentle squeeze as their fingers interlocked.
"I'm already sure of that much. Now tell me you'll be unlike any woman I've met." The Targaryen prince continued what Vaeryia started: separating the merchant from the woman. "Do not worry about me. Instead focus on making sure you can keep up, Vaeryia Agyare of Lys." Aerys's eyes left hers once again, shifting towards the path ahead of them as the sky grew dimmer with the sun's slow departure.
"Where are you taking me?" They were walking aimlessly and Aerys sure didn't have a clue where anything in Qarth was. He would rely on Vaeryia to decide their destination.
Post by VAERYIA AGYARE on Aug 27, 2017 1:48:11 GMT
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“I’ve got plenty of ornate and obscenely prized mirrors in my inventory, actually. But I will disclose a well known secret to you, weary traveler. People of my status are bred for beauty in my country. I’m a typical sort of beauty. The silver hair and amethyst or cerulean eyes of Valyria are the coveted beauty in Lys,” she nonchalantly informed him, glossing over the overt compliment he directed towards her. She may have been downplaying on her own looks but the words she spoke were completely genuine. Travelers came to Lys for their pleasure houses and courtesans who closely resembled the natives of the ruined city.
He was younger than she, an unexpected piece of information he supplied as their conversation continued. Any vital piece of information would have to be nearly forced out of him it seemed. It was no issue. With the direction their talk was heading, she could draw all of the specifics she desired by the time the sun began to illuminate the horizon once more. “You can cease your worrying over such a matter for a night, especially while you’re in my company,” Vaeryia crooned to him, the words saccharine to drive out the solemnness of his speech. Her mind raced with the history lessons Ivar had insisted she partake in, both the extensive pasts of Essos and Westeros included. Looking over to him, a sense of realization dawned upon the merchant as a mischievous gleam set her eyes alight. “Targaryen,” was all she lowly purred out to him.
She was far from stupid, always had been. It had been one of the most pressing reasons why she couldn’t resign herself to remaining in a pleasure house for the rest of her life. Beauty did not have to come at the expense of wit; she had proved that by apprencticing under Ivar and eventually claiming his trade empire as her own. “I won’t have much shout if you aren’t willing to disclose even your name to me,” Vaeryia coyly responded, batting her eyelashes theatrically at him for an exaggerated effect. Coolly, their twined hands lifted to her lips to allow her to press a tender kiss to the back of his hand. Dropping their locked hands back between the two of them, pulling him down a well lit alleyway. “I intend to demonstrate you that I am a woman who is unforgettable. To do so, I plan to take you to my quarters. Unless you are to refuse my offer, that is,” she cooed to him, intent on finishing out the brief walk to the noble’s house where she lodged if he did not speak out against her intentions.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 27, 2017 3:01:18 GMT
"I can see why." Aerys said, his eyes flickering over Vaeryia whenever she mentioned the people of her country being bred for their beauty. "That is an interesting way to ask for me to put a child in you, Vaeryia." Aerys's smile widened as he playfully twisted her words into something she did not mean. Aerys had always entertained the thought of spitting in the face of the Targaryen branch family who looked upon him with contempt by filling the world with Targaryen bastards. Luckily for them he had come to embrace his impurity and took the future of his house seriously. The only reason he had come to Essos was in fact because he believed his house to be on the verge of destruction.
Her words were reassuring to say the least. The stress of his mission had been offset during the month of adventures had with Saera on their ship ride to Qarth from Braavos. His lack in progress always lingered in the back of his mind, but Vaeryia had a charm to her that allowed those thoughts to slip away. Aerys could see why her company was considered priceless. The Targaryen prince nodded whenever she spoke his surname. "Good job." He spoke, confirming what she already must have been certain of.
"Perhaps if you impress me enough, I'll whisper my name into your ear. Until then, you'll have to find another name to call me by." Aerys said as her lips pressed against the back of his hand. Their was no doubt in his mind she was as skilled as she claimed to be. If seduction was an art, Vaeryia must have been a world class painter. "Your quarters will be more than adequate" Aerys said coolly, as she dropped her hand.
It was almost difficult to ignore the many pairs of eyes that had followed the two as they walked through the streets and alley. They were both exotic looking, with Vaeryia's green hair and Aerys's Valyrian traits. Luckily Vaeryia provided Aerys with something else for his eyes to fall upon as she took the lead and pulled him ahead towards the house of noble.
"This place is yours?" Aerys was accustomed to houses as well crafted as this, but he hadn't expected the merchant woman to have such a place to herself. He seemed to judge it in an instant and gave it a nod of approval. It paled in comparison to the lodgings he was accustomed to back in Westeros, but after spending so many days and nights on a boat he looked at it as if it were as grand as the Red Keep.
Post by VAERYIA AGYARE on Aug 27, 2017 3:30:26 GMT
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“Twenty years have passed and I’ve yet to pass a child through these hips. Not even your charming looks could persuade me to bear the title of mother,” she aloofly responded to him, the smile on her face backing the certainty of her words. She was not meant to pose as a wife, mother, or caretaker of any sorts nor would she ever desire to do so. The merchant’s lifestyle was dependent upon her hedonistic tendencies and the escapades every corner of the world could offer so. Being anchored by kin would never allow her to pursue these interest.
Her interests tonight were caught up in the company of the young man who had stood before her stand, searching for more than the wares she sold. His approach had been crafty, enough to draw her away from her typical routine to indulge in matters of pleasure. His concerns, endeavors, and heritage did not apply to this interest, easily overlook as long as he provided her with enough of a distraction. “Dragonblood will suit you for now, I suppose. Until I’ve shown myself worthy of your namesake. Which is a matter of when, not if,” Vaeryia trilled to him, words lofty as the began up the stairs to the lodgings with her hand still twined with his.
Stares falling upon her left the emerald headed woman unfazed. The first thirteen years of her life were intended for roving eyes to dominate her, choosing whether or not the beauty of the young girl suited the taste of those with particular fetishes. But Aerys’ glance was welcome, desired even as she swung the door of the home open to reveal architecture and décor considered lavished by the standards of Qarth. “Technically, I suppose. It’s supplied to me by a merchant who sits on the Council of Thirteen. Please, make yourself at home while you clue me in our plans for the evening” she mindlessly said to him, letting go of his hand to busy herself with pouring two chalices of a deep red wine.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 27, 2017 5:59:35 GMT
Aerys laughed in response to how Vaeryia reacted to the very prospect of bearing a child. Even though he had made the comment in jest, it was refreshing to meet a woman who was nearly repulsed at the idea of carrying his offspring. Aerys had grown up with Lord's making their best attempts of having their daughters make their way into my bed chamber in hopes of elevating their status should I take one of them as my wife and future Queen. "A smart decision." Aerys added. It was best to leave out the fact that bastards and their mothers would have likely been purged off the face of the known world. It would ruin the mood.
"I'm looking forward to it." Aerys's grin widened as she led him up the stairs, pushing the door open. His eyes tore away from her figure to examine the rather extravagant interior. Aerys whistled as he stepped inside. Even by the standards of someone who grew up in the Red Keep, he was impressed by the furniture that filled this home. It wasn't until she mentioned the home being supplied by a member of the Council of Thirteen did Aerys's eyes widen. His shock transitioned into a sudden burst of laughter, the Targaryen Prince throwing his head back at mere coincidence of Vaeryia's connection with the Council. What started off a flirty pursuit ended up being the key to his purpose here in Qarth.
Aerys sat on the wide couch nearby, making himself comfortable as Vaeryia suggested, placing his hands behind his head as he leaned back into the comfortable sofa. "I'm afraid we'll be staying in." Aerys said loudly as she disappeared to pour some wine. "We've much to talk about. I'm afraid your intentions of making me forget all about my purpose here shattered the moment you mentioned the Council of Thirteen—as I have come to this place to meet with them." The prince couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief as a smile stretched across his lips. What luck he had.
"I'll be needing you for more than just a night, Vaeryia."
Post by VAERYIA AGYARE on Aug 27, 2017 6:27:16 GMT
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She returned from the other side of the room, two full chalices of wine in each of her hands as her frame stood before the seated Aerys. A seemingly minimal bit of information had changed the entire purpose for his presence in her quarters, but it was not a disappointing alteration to the trader’s night. Her lips pursed together thoughtfully at his remark of their staying in for the night. “I don’t mind much, as long as pleasure can be pursued after business is concluded,” she spoke, the compromise rolling of her tongue as she held out the cup for Aerys to take.
“I can talk all night. Believe me, I’ve done so on numerous occasions. And it seems as if I possess vital information you need and a few advantages you lack. Namely the ability to arrange a meeting with Council of Thirteen.” Her words came out tauntingly, as if this were a game of cat and mouse the two had just begun. These matters for the Targaryen sounded as if they were utterly essential, but to the trader this was little more than a method to see her evening conclude and turn into a new day.
Vaeryia lowered herself onto the couch, sitting closely beside Aerys. Close enough that her thigh pressed against his and their shoulders lightly touched, pleasing her with the proximity they currently shared. With her wine in the hand furthest away from him, she brought the chalice to her lips for a hearty sip. “A few days, you say? You might actually become attached to me by the time this endeavor is through. Then maybe I'll be begging you to gift me with that child I refused earlier,” the emerald haired woman cooed, eyes looking to him beguilingly.
As the Prince of Dragons and once in direct line to inherit the Iron Throne, Aerys's Targaryen's sudden disappearance from Westeros was a loss that hurt his family in more ways than one. After five years in Essos, the Prince has returned to his homeland with hopes to prevent another civil war.
Post by AERYS TARGARYEN on Aug 27, 2017 6:52:21 GMT
Aery's eyes met Vaeryia's as she stood before him, his eyes slowly wandering down and then back up until their gazes locked once more. The Dragonlord involuntarily licked his lips as he reached out to take the cup of wine from her hand. "Of course. Business first." Aerys said with a nod as he raised his free hand to pat the spot on the couch beside him.
"That ability of yours is exactly what I need." The Targaryen said, his smile stretching his face once more as she confirmed that not only was she connected with the Council of Thirteen but she could arrange a meeting. They were his last hope. After a failure to secure any investors in Braavos, Aerys took Saera's advice of traveling to Qarth. A group of thirteen merchants so rich that any one of them could fund his adventure into Old Valyria. "I plan to go to Old Valyria." Aerys spoke. The very words may as well have been a death sentence. "Not alone, of course. Yet that is my situation. With the men provided by one of the thirteen who will listen to my story, I could find the answers I seek in Old Valyria while providing them with whatever riches we discover within the ancient ruins." Aerys stared off into the distance, trying to imagine what he would find. He honestly had no idea, but he knew that was where he needed to be.
"A few days. Maybe more depending on how long it takes to make the necessary arrangements." Aerys said, winking at Vaeryia whenever he spoke of extending his stay in Qarth. Aerys's arm snaked its way around Vaeryia's shoulder, gently pulling her closer to him as he took a sip out of his chalice. "Whether I end up attached or not won't change that we will be parting ways soon. Likely forever." Aerys spoke softly. There was no woman in the world that could deter him from the task at hand. "I take it you'll be extending your hospitality for a few days longer, then." Aerys said with a smirk, lifting his chalice to her lips now and allowing her to drink from it.
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