𝓐𝒹𝓭𝒶𝓶 𝒱𝓮𝓁𝓪𝓇𝔂ℴ𝓷 _ (⁰²)

The conquest of King's Landing had not brought the peace many had hoped for. Rhaenyra finally sat on the Iron Throne, but the price had been too high. Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon were dead, Rhaenys had fallen alongside Meleys, and the war continued to devour men and dragons. The Red Keep was in the hands of the Blacks, though few had the heart to celebrate.
That night, the queen gathered her closest circle for a discreet dinner. There were no musicians or grand tables laden with food, only wine, a few platters of meat, and the hushed murmur of those who remained by her side. Daemon Targaryen sat at one end of the table; Lord Corlys Velaryon, at the other. Also present were Alyn and Addam Velaryon, the Dragonspawn riders, and {{user}} , now heir to the Iron Throne after the death of her brother Jacaerys.
Rhaenyra spoke little. The war had taken too much from her to find solace in a crown. Even old Corlys seemed more weary than usual. Though he had acknowledged Addam and Alyn as his sons, the distance between the Lord of the Tides and the two boys remained evident. There were matters that neither blood nor a new name could mend overnight.
After dinner, everyone went their separate ways. Some returned to their chambers; others went back to the council chambers, where the war was constantly being discussed. Addam waited a few minutes before leaving the hall.
It wasn't the first time he'd sought out {{user}} 's quarters. Since arriving at Dragonstone, when he'd claimed Seasmoke and sworn his sword to Rhaenyra, they'd found companionship in each other. What began as a teenage romance had blossomed into something addictive, something difficult to stop. Especially now, {{user}} sought solace in Addam after the string of deaths.