[Driftmark] 

The salty sea breeze kissed Alysanne's face as she stood at the bow of the ship, her silver hair fluttering behind her like a banner. The horizon grew more defined, and the shadowy outline of Driftmark's towers grew clearer with each passing moment.

To pass the time, she and Laenor had shared a cabin, so they could help one another with the twins.

Alysanne had grown quite adept at changing nappies and soothing their cries, though Laenor often found himself lost in the depths of his own thoughts, his gaze lingering on Valaena and Corlys with a mix of love and anxiety.

He had regaled her with tales of Driftmark and its history, trying to prepare her for her new home.

Driftmark is an island located west of Dragonstone in Blackwater Bay. As the seat of House Velaryon, one of the oldest and most prestigious noble houses in the region, Driftmark holds considerable historical and political importance. The island is characterized by its long, pointed shape, which stretches into the waters of Blackwater Bay. To the south, the Gullet serves as a natural boundary that separates Driftmark from Massey's Hook, the seat of House Massey.

As the largest island in Blackwater Bay, Driftmark boasts a low-lying and fertile landscape that has made it an attractive location for settlement and agriculture. The island's name is derived from the driftwood that is frequently washed ashore by the tides, reflecting both its natural environment and the influence of the sea on its culture and economy. This abundance of driftwood not only contributes to the island's name but also serves practical purposes for its inhabitants, who have historically utilized it for construction and fuel.

The settlements on Driftmark are varied and significant, showcasing the island's development over time. Among these are the impressive castles of Driftmark and High Tide, which serve as residences for members of House Velaryon and symbolize their power and influence in the region. These castles are not merely fortifications; they are also centers of governance and culture, where important decisions affecting both the island and wider realm are made. Additionally, towns such as Hull and Spicetown contribute to the island's vibrant community life, offering markets, trade opportunities, and social gatherings that foster a sense of belonging among residents.

Driftmark is home to several shipyards that play a crucial role in supporting maritime activities. These shipyards are vital for constructing vessels that facilitate trade, fishing, and naval defense—activities that are essential for the island's economy and security. The proximity to Blackwater Bay allows for easy access to both inland and overseas markets, making Driftmark a key player in the economic landscape of Westeros. The combination of fertile land, strategic location, and robust maritime infrastructure positions Driftmark as an essential hub within the Crownlands.

Driftmark was settled by House Velaryon long before the Targaryens made their fateful arrival at Dragonstone. The strategic location of Driftmark allowed the Velaryons to establish dominance over the middle of the Narrow Sea, facilitating trade and naval power that would prove pivotal prior to Aegon's Conquest. This maritime advantage not only solidified their status among the noble houses of Westeros but also laid the groundwork for future political maneuvering and alliances.

Following the death of her husband, King Aenys I Targaryen, Queen Alyssa Velaryon sought refuge for herself and her children at Castle Driftmark. In a moment of desperation and defiance, she publicly declared her son, Prince Aegon Targaryen, as the rightful king during a time of uncertainty when King Maegor I Targaryen lay in a comatose state after a trial of seven. This bold proclamation at Driftmark highlighted not only Alyssa's fierce loyalty to her family but also her willingness to challenge the prevailing authority of Maegor. However, after the Poor Fellows were decisively defeated by Maegor at the Great Fork of the Blackwater, Alyssa and her kin were compelled to leave Driftmark and submit to Maegor's rule in King's Landing.

During the reign of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, many merchants opted to conduct their trade at Driftmark rather than in King's Landing. This shift was primarily motivated by an aversion to the heavy taxes imposed by Lord Edwell Celtigar, who served as the master of coin for the king. The burgeoning trade at Driftmark not only enriched its economy but also reinforced its significance as a commercial hub in contrast to the capital.

Furthermore, when Ser Lucamore Strong faced disgrace from his position in the Kingsguard, his second wife and children found sanctuary on Driftmark under Lord Daemon Velaryon's protection. This act of fostering highlighted the island's role as a refuge during periods of political upheaval.

Recognizing that Castle Driftmark was inadequate—damp and cramped—Lord Corlys Velaryon undertook an ambitious project to construct a new castle named High Tide on a tidal island that only connected to Driftmark at low tide.

This strategic choice not only provided a more suitable residence for the Driftwood Throne but also symbolized Corlys's aspirations for power and prosperity.

As Lord Corlys's wealth grew from his ventures as a famed seafarer known as the Sea Snake, two significant port towns emerged along Driftmark's coasts: Hull beneath Castle Driftmark and Spicetown beneath High Tide. The bustling activity in these towns showcased Driftmark's transformation into a thriving center of commerce and culture.

When King Viserys I Targaryen brought his court to Driftmark for Ser Laenor Velaryon's funeral in 120 AC, the sight of numerous dragons gathered on the island prompted Septon Eustace to refer to it as "the new Valyria".

The dragon known as Sheepstealer gained notoriety for swooping down from Driftmark to seize sheep from local flocks across Blackwater Bay and even extending his reach as far as Wendwater. This creature's exploits not only added to the mystique surrounding Driftmark but also reflected the island's deep connection with dragons—an essential element of Targaryen heritage.

During the civil war known as the Dance of the Dragons, Lord Corlys Velaryon played a crucial role by launching black ships from Hull and Spicetown with the intent of blocking access to Blackwater Bay. However, tragedy struck when High Tide and Spicetown were consumed by flames during the Battle in the Gullet; Spicetown was so severely devastated that it was never rebuilt. These events marked a significant turning point for Driftmark, showcasing how warfare could obliterate even prosperous towns.

In the aftermath of King's Landing's fall, knights Hugh Hammer and Ulf White were granted small lands on Driftmark. However, their dissatisfaction with these meager rewards led them to believe they deserved greater recognition for their contributions during such tumultuous times.

Driftmark's relationship with Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen soured significantly after she imprisoned Lord Corlys Velaryon. The political landscape became increasingly complex as Corlys had yet to reconcile with Queen Dowager Alicent Hightower on behalf of her son, King Aegon II Targaryen—the leader of the greens. In response to this volatile situation, Alyn Velaryon prepared his fleet at Driftmark for potential conflict against Aegon on Dragonstone. Fortunately, conflict was ultimately averted when Corlys received a pardon from Alicent, highlighting how fragile alliances could be during such perilous times.

Following Lord Corlys's death in 132 AC within the Red Keep, he was honuored posthumously through a ceremonial voyage where his body was first transported back to Driftmark aboard Marilda of Hull's ship Mermaid's Kiss before being laid to rest at sea near Dragonstone aboard Sea Snake. This final journey emphasized his enduring legacy within House Velaryon and its storied history. In a show of reconciliation among family members after Corlys's passing, Daemion and Daeron Velaryon, the sons of Vaemond Velaryon, Corlys' nephew, sought peace with Alyn in exchange for lands on Driftmark.

Lady Baela Targaryen made her home on Driftmark following her marriage to Alyn Oakenfist. However, tensions escalated when Dalton Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands, set his sights on conquering Driftmark while plotting Alyn's demise due to rumors about his expedition against ironborn raiders in the Sunset Sea. In an unexpected twist of fate, Dalton met his end at Faircastle in 133 AC at the hands of Tess, a lady of Fair Isle who had become his salt wife.

In 138 AC, Lord Alyn received Addam Velaryon's bones, long after he had died valiantly fighting for Rhaenyra's cause at Second Tumbleton—despite being denounced by her due to her growing paranoia. Despite Rhaenyra's earlier denunciation, Lord Alyn chose only one word—"LOYAL"—for Addam's epitaph on his tombstone.

The ship carrying Alysanne, Laenor, and their twins, Valaena and Corlys, drew closer to the shores of Driftmark. The dragons, Visymia, Elaenys, and Aegarax, wheeled and dove in the skies above them, their scales gleaming like jewels in the sunlight.

Arya, Elinda, and Gwyneth were below deck in their cabins.

Laenor had come down to gather Alysanne and their children. He wanted them to see his family's ancestral seat before they arrived.

Alysanne quickly swaddled them in blankets to protect them from the chill.

As the ship drew closer to Driftmark, the dragons grew restless, their powerful wings beating faster as if eager to reach their destination. The children, feeling the excitement in the air, began to stir in their parent's arms, their tiny fists clenching and unclenching as if in anticipation of the grand arrival.

The shoreline grew more defined, revealing the sprawling beauty of the island. The gleaming white sands met the deep blue waters, and the grandeur of High Tide Castle rose into view, its towers proudly reaching for the sky like the necks of the dragons they had come to serve. The castle was a testament to the might and wealth of House Velaryon, a symbol of their dominion over the seas.

Laenor and Alysanne represented a new chapter in this storied legacy; they were the first Targaryen-Velaryon marriage since Aegon III married Daenara Velaryon. This union was significant not only for its historical implications but also for its potential to solidify alliances and restore some semblance of stability in a realm that had been marred by strife and division.

After the fall of the Targaryens, the Velaryons had spent years trying to reaccumulate their wealth. This endeavor was fraught with challenges; they were navigating a landscape marked by suspicion and rivalry from those who viewed them as remnants of a bygone era.

Though, they had to be cautious in their approach, any overt display of ambition could be perceived as an attempt to muster strength for aiding in a Targaryen restoration—a prospect that many would oppose vehemently.

The delicate balance between ambition and prudence became paramount for House Velaryon as they sought to rebuild their fortunes without drawing unwanted attention or hostility from rival factions, or their new liege lord, Stannis Baratheon.

Before he died, Laenor's father, Monford, dedicated his life to raising House Velaryon from the ashes.

He oversaw the construction of a new fleet of ships, which Laenor had ordered to be continued even in his absence. This fleet was not merely a means of transport; it was an embodiment of House Velaryon's resurgence—a statement that they were ready to reclaim their place among the great houses of Westeros.

Monford also sought to establish healthy trading relationships with the Free Cities, recognizing that economic strength was vital for political power.

These relationships would allow House Velaryon not only to thrive but also to influence trade routes that were crucial for maintaining peace and prosperity in the region.

The Stepstones had long been a thorn in the side of House Velaryon. This archipelago had become notorious for piracy and lawlessness, disrupting trade and travel throughout the Narrow Sea.

However, rather than attacking and trying to force the occupants out through brute force—a strategy that could lead to further bloodshed—Monford began negotiations on how to help them peacefully occupy the land.

His approach was revolutionary for its time; he understood that fostering cooperation rather than conflict would yield greater long-term benefits for all parties involved.

This diplomatic initiative aimed at stabilizing trade routes while ensuring that House Velaryon's interests remained protected was now a task that fell squarely on Laenor's shoulders as he assumed his role as Lord of Driftmark.

The ship's timbers creaked and groaned as it neared the harbor, the dragons above them growing more eager by the moment. Visymeria, the obsidian dragon, let out a fiery roar, her orange eyes reflecting the fiery passion of House Targaryen's ancestor, Visenya, one of the two of the dragon's namesakes.

Elaenys, the pearl-white dragon with purple eyes, named for Alysanne's mother and sister, soared gracefully beside them, a gentle reminder of the love and loss that had shaped her own life.

As they approached the dock, Alysanne's heart swelled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew the eyes of Driftmark were upon her—watching, judging, wondering what the future held for a Targaryen daughter who had returned from the ashes of her family's once-great reign.

Laenor's arm was strong around her waist as they stepped off the ship and onto solid ground. The twins, swaddled tightly in warm furs, cooed quietly in their parents' arms. Arya, small and solemn, walked at her side, her eyes wide with curiosity as she took in the grandeur of the island she had heard so much about.

The air was electric with the anticipation of their arrival. A murmur rippled through the gathered crowd as the dragons above them grew bolder, swooping closer to get a look at the inhabitants of their new home.

The ship's captain called out orders, and the sails began to unfurl, the vessel gliding gracefully through the crystal-clear waters towards the bustling harbor. The people on the docks grew more distinct—fishermen and traders, soldiers and noblewomen, all craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the daughter of a fallen dynasty.

As they approached the dock, Alysanne could feel the weight of their stares upon her, a mix of awe and wariness. She tightened her grip on Laenor's arm, drawing strength from his presence as she stepped onto the gangplank with Valaena cradled in her other. Corlys was peacefully lying in his father's arms.

As they disembarked, the cobblestone streets of Driftmark were lined with people eager to catch a glimpse of the new Lady of Driftmark.

The castle staff whispered among themselves, some in awe, others in fear—the last Targaryen in Westeros had arrived.

The dragons, sensing the excitement and tension, circled closer, their scales shimmering in the sun like a promise of protection and power. Visymeria, the fiercest of the trio, let out a low growl, her orange eyes scanning the crowd, ready to defend her queen; the wife of her bonded rider.

Ser Robin followed closely behind, as he continued his duty as Valaena and Corlys' sworn protector.

Ser Robin's sister, Lady Elinda Massey, was next to depart, alongside Lady Gwyneth Yronwood, Alysanne's ladies in waiting.

Princesses often found themselves in the company of highborn ladies, a social arrangement that was steeped in tradition and expectation.

This companionship was not merely a matter of personal preference; it was considered an honour to be chosen as a lady-in-waiting to a princess. The role came with significant prestige, reflecting both the status of the princess and the noble lineage of her attendants.

For many aristocratic families, having their daughters selected for such positions was a coveted aspiration, one that promised to elevate their social standing and enhance their prospects for advantageous marriages. In a society where alliances are often forged through matrimony, being associated with royalty could lead to fruitful connections and favorable unions, thereby securing a brighter future for young women.

While it was typical to have four or five ladies-in-waiting accompanying a princess, Alysanne was content with the two she had. This choice spoke volumes about her character and preferences.

Rather than seeking an entourage for the sake of appearances or social obligation, Alysanne valued quality over quantity in her relationships. Her two ladies-in-waiting were not just attendants; they were confidantes and friends who provided her with companionship and support in the often isolating world of royal duties. This intimate circle allowed for deeper connections and more meaningful conversations, fostering an environment where Alysanne could express her thoughts and feelings freely.

In this way, her selection of attendants reflected her desire for genuine relationships rather than mere ceremonial associations, highlighting a progressive view on companionship within the confines of royal life.

The air was thick with anticipation as they made their way from the harbor to High Tide Castle. The dragons continued their majestic display above, casting shadows that danced upon the cobblestone streets. The twins, Valaena and Corlys, were lulled by the steady rhythm of their mother's steps and the gentle sway of their father's arms.

Lady Lysara Rogare, Laenor's mother, awaited them in the castle's courtyard. Her eyes searched the procession, finding Alysanne and her grandchildren amidst the throng of people. A proud smile graced her lips as she stepped forward to embrace her son and welcome his bride and their offspring to their new home.

The dragons circled above, their eyes scanning the unfamiliar land, their wings casting great shadows over the castle. Alysanne felt the weight of their gazes, knowing that they, too, were part of the legacy she bore. She looked to Elaenys, her bonded dragon, and felt a surge of comfort knowing she was not alone in this place.

As they approached the castle gates, the dragons grew more restless, their roars echoing off the stone walls. The crowd parted for them, making way for the procession. The castle staff whispered in hushed tones, their eyes wide with wonder and fear as they took in the sight of the dragons. The creatures were not merely a symbol of power; they were living history, a testament to the ancient pact between Targaryens and dragons that had shaped the fate of the realm for centuries.

As Alysanne descended the plank, she felt the warmth of Laenor's hand in hers, his touch a silent reassurance that she was not alone in this new chapter of her life. Their children, Valaena and Corlys, nestled against their chests, reminders of the legacy they carried forth—a legacy that was both a gift and a burden.

The air was thick with the scent of the sea and the promise of a new beginning. The dragons, feeling their riders' anticipation, roared in unison—a sound that echoed across the water and sent a shiver down the spines of those who heard it. The crowd parted, creating a path to High Tide Castle, where Lady Lysara Rogare, Laenor's mother, waited to greet them.

Alysanne walked alongside Laenor, their children nestled in their arms, with Arya following closely behind. The cobblestone path was lined with banners flapping in the salty breeze—the sea green and silver of House Velaryon alternating with the red and black of House Targaryen. The castle's grandeur grew more pronounced with each step.

The twins, Valaena and Corlys, cooed and squirmed in their swaddling clothes, seemingly unfazed by the grandeur surrounding them. Alysanne felt a warmth spread through her chest as she looked down at her children. They were the future, a living testament to the alliance between two great houses—their innocence a stark contrast to the turbulent past that had led them to this moment.

The castle staff whispered among themselves, some with awe, others with wariness. The last Targaryen in Westeros had arrived, and with her, a promise of what could be.

Their whispers of "The Dragon Queen" reached Alysanne's ears.

The dragons circled above, their shadows stretching across the ground, hinting at the power that could be harnessed.

The dragonkeepers, summoned from the Free Cities, would arrive the next day. They were descendants of Valyria, men and women who had proven themselves worthy of protecting the ancient bond between dragon and rider. Alysanne had invited them to Driftmark to train and serve under House Velaryon, hoping to forge a new era of dragonriding that would be a beacon of hope in the tumultuous world.

As they approached the castle gates, Lady Lysara Rogare stepped forward, her eyes shimmering with a mix of pride and curiosity. She had heard tales of Alysanne's beauty and valor, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of the silver-haired, purple-eyed beauty who now stood before her. The two women exchanged courteous nods, the air thick with the weight of their shared history and the future they would shape together.

The dragons, sensing the importance of this meeting, descended gracefully, their massive forms casting long shadows over the courtyard. Visymeria, the fiercest of the three, landed with a thud that seemed to shake the very foundation of the castle, her orange eyes fixed on Alysanne as if in challenge. Aegarax, the smallest but equally majestic, followed, his gold eyes gleaming with curiosity as he observed the newcomers. Lastly, Elaenys, Alysanne's bonded dragon, alighted with a gentle grace that belied her size, her purple eyes meeting her rider's with a soft affection.

The people of Driftmark watched in awe, some bowing in respect, others whispering prayers to the old gods that this union of Targaryen and Velaryon would bring peace and prosperity to their lands.

Lady Lysara's gaze fell upon Alysanne's silver hair and purple eyes, the unmistakable marks of Targaryen lineage. Her eyes searched Alysanne's face, seeking any hint of the fiery spirit that had once ruled the Seven Kingdoms. Alysanne met her gaze evenly, her own eyes filled with a quiet resolve. The two women shared a silent understanding—both were bound by duty and a desire to restore their houses to greatness.

The dragons, their scales gleaming like polished armor in the sun, stirred with the anticipation of reunion. Visymia, the fiercest, stretched her massive obsidian neck, her orange eyes searching for Laenor, her bonded rider. Aegarax, the youngest, had returned to the sky, his gold eyes alight with excitement. And Elaenys, the pearl-white beauty with purple eyes, moved to stand by Alysanne's side.

Lady Lysara Rogare, resplendent in her sea-green silks, offered her hand to Alysanne, a gesture of both respect and acceptance. Alysanne took it, her grip firm and warm, her eyes reflecting the same fiery resolve that she had been told once burned in her mother's gaze.

"Welcome to High Tide, my dear," Lysara said, her voice carrying a hint of an accent that still lingered from her own youth spent in Lys. "Your arrival brings with it the promise of a new era for our houses, one bound by blood and the ancient pact of Valyria."

Alysanne nodded solemnly, her gaze flickering to the sky where the dragons wheeled. "I hope to honor that promise," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

As they entered the castle, Arya, who had remained silent throughout the journey, looked around with wide eyes. The grandeur of High Tide was unlike anything she had seen in her short life. She had grown up in the austere North, and even the grandeur of King's Landing had not prepared her for the opulence of House Velaryon's seat.

The castle staff had lined the hallways, their eyes fixed on the new arrivals. The twins, Valaena and Corlys, remained quiet in their parents' arms. The dragons' presence was felt even within the castle walls, their majestic forms visible through windows and archways.

Lady Lysara led them through the grand halls, recounting tales of battles and feasts that had taken place within the very stones that surrounded them. Arya walked slightly behind, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar grandeur, taking in the sights and sounds with a sense of wonder.

The castle staff whispered as they passed, bowing their heads in respect to the new Lady of Driftmark. The twins, Valaena and Corlys, remained nestled in their mother's arms, oblivious to the gravity of the moment.

Alysanne felt their eyes upon her, a mix of curiosity and wariness. She knew her presence was a symbol of both hope and fear—hope for a Targaryen restoration, fear for the potential upheaval it could bring. She walked with a grace that belied her warrior's heart, her silver hair shimmering in the torchlight, a stark contrast to the somber mood of the castle.

Laenor, ever the charismatic lord, began introductions with ease. "Mother, may I present Lady Alysanne Targaryen, my cherished wife, and our precious children, Valaena and Corlys." His voice resonated with pride, filling the chamber as he gestured to the twins snug in their arms.

Lady Lysara's eyes softened at the sight of the infants, a gentle smile gracing her features. "Welcome to your new home, my dear," she said, her words a blend of warmth and formality. She extended her arms, eager to embrace her grandchildren.

The twins, Valaena and Corlys, were passed into the arms of their grandmother, their tiny faces peeking out from the furs with curiousity.

Lady Lysara's eyes lit up with joy as she held them, a soft coo escaping her lips as she whispered words of welcome and love. The castle staff looked on with a mix of reverence and curiousity, many of them having known Laenor since he was a child.

Monterys Velaryon, Laenor's younger brother, joined the gathering, his own eyes widening at the sight of the infants. "Brother," he called out, his voice carrying a note of excitement. "Introduce me to the new heirs of House Velaryon."

Laenor chuckled and nodded, his eyes shining with affection. "Monterys, meet Valaena and Corlys," he said, presenting the twins.

"Ah, named for the Sea Snake and the mother of the Conquerors."

Lady Lysara's eyes sparkled as she cradled Valaena and Corlys.

"The gods have truly blessed our house," she murmured, her gaze lingering on Alysanne's silver hair and purple eyes—traits that marked her as unmistakably Valyrian.

Just like she and her late husband, Monford, and their sons.

There were few Valyrians left in the world. Most had perished in the Doom of Valyria, victims of their own ignorance or hubris.

The Velaryons, Celtigars and Targaryens were the only families left in Westeros.

In the Free Cities from which Lysara hailed, there were some who could still claim descent from the Valyrian Freehold, such as Lysara herself.

House Rogare is a wealthy banking family from Lys of Valyrian descent, well-known for its significant influence in the world of finance and politics. Their prominence is largely attributed to their affiliation with the Rogare Bank, which has established itself as a formidable institution within the realm. This banking dynasty not only boasts considerable wealth but also possesses a familial crypt, a testament to their long-standing lineage and the deep-rooted traditions that accompany their noble heritage. The Rogares are not merely a family of bankers; they represent a historical legacy that stretches back to the days of Valyria before the catastrophic event known as the Doom, which reshaped the political landscape of Westeros.

The Rogare family hails from the Free City of Lys, a region renowned for its opulence and cultural sophistication. Their connections to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros have been pivotal throughout history, particularly illustrated by the notable figure of Lady Larra Rogare. As the wife of Prince Viserys II Targaryen, Larra's marriage symbolized a strategic alliance between two influential houses, thereby solidifying the Rogares' status within the court. Additionally, her uncle Drazenko's union with Aliandra Martell, Princess of Dorne, further intertwined the fates of these powerful families, showcasing how the Rogares navigated through intricate political landscapes to maintain and enhance their influence.

In the aftermath of the Targaryen civil war known as the Dance of the Dragons, which left much of Westeros in turmoil, House Rogare emerged as a significant player in the financial arena. For several years, their bank rivaled even the esteemed Iron Bank of Braavos in terms of size and capacity. This period marked a time when the Rogares were heavily involved in Westerosi court intrigues during what is referred to as the Lyseni Spring—a phase characterized by shifting alliances and power struggles among noble houses. The family's wealth allowed them to wield considerable influence over key political decisions, yet it also rendered them targets for envy and suspicion among their rivals.

Despite their prominence, the Rogares faced numerous challenges and accusations during their time at court in King's Landing. Although they were apparently guilty of some crimes—likely stemming from their involvement in various intrigues—many allegations were levied against them by rival factions seeking to undermine their power. A particularly egregious example occurred when Lord Thaddeus Rowan was tortured in an attempt to extract incriminating evidence against the Rogares. This brutal act illustrated not only the lengths to which their enemies would go but also highlights the volatile nature of political life in Westeros during this tumultuous period.

Ser Marston Waters, who served as Hand of the King to Aegon III Targaryen, played a critical role in intensifying hostilities against House Rogare. His decision to arrest Larra's brothers and subsequently send men to capture Larra herself was emblematic of his desire to consolidate power and eliminate perceived threats within the court. However, both Aegon and Viserys II stood firm against these actions, refusing to surrender Larra despite mounting pressure. This act of defiance ultimately led to a collapse of the case against House Rogare, demonstrating not only their resilience but also their ability to navigate through perilous political waters.

Ultimately, Larra's decision to leave King's Landing in 139 AC stemmed from a profound sense of homesickness. Her departure marked a significant moment for House Rogare as it underscored both her personal longing for her homeland and her family's complex relationship with Westerosi politics. Returning to Lys allowed her to reconnect with her roots and escape from the treacherous environment that had characterized her time at court. Thus, while House Rogare remains a symbol of wealth and influence within both Lys and Westeros, it is also a family marked by trials and tribulations that reflect the broader struggles faced by noble houses throughout history.

However, the Rogares influence had significantly depleted over time.

It was by mere chance that she met the man who would become her husband.

It was on one of his many voyages, Monford Velaryon had stopped in the Free City of Lys.

He had been drawn to the beauty and wit of Lady Lysara Rogare, a woman whose lineage was as storied as the city she called home. Their union, though unorthodox at the time, had brought forth a new alliance between House Velaryon and the wealthy Rogares of Lys.

Lysara considered herself extremely lucky that she married for love. Few women in this world were granted such an opportunity. Most were wedded off to further the ambitions of their families; their fathers in particular.

She had been gifted more than two decades with her soulmate.

While she wished they had grown old together, there was naught that could be done.

But, she had been left with gifts; two beings of flesh that symbolized the love she and Monford had for one another.

Their sons; Laenor and Monterys.

And now she had two grandchildren.

The thought brought a warmth to Lady Lysara's heart, and she held the twins close, feeling a newfound sense of purpose in her role as the matriarch of House Velaryon. She looked up at Alysanne, whose own eyes were filled with a mix of hope and determination. "You have chosen well, daughter," she said, her voice filled with affection. "Together, we shall see our houses rise to their rightful places once more."

The castle staff, now gathered around the new family, offered their own quiet greetings, their curiosity tinged with a hint of excitement. Alysanne could feel the weight of their expectations—these people looked to her as the embodiment of a lost era, a symbol of the might and glory that had once been theirs. It was a burden she had carried her entire life, but here, in the heart of House Velaryon, it felt heavier than ever.

Alysanne knew that she was more than just a princess; she was a symbol of hope and fear for those who looked upon her. Her eyes searched the faces of the staff, looking for any hint of recognition or hostility.

But what she found was a mix of awe and acceptance. These were the people of High Tide Castle, the keep that had seen wars and weddings, births and deaths, the rise and fall of kings and queens. They knew the value of loyalty and the cost of war.

Lysara's eyes searched Alysanne's face, looking for any sign of the fierce Targaryen spirit she had heard so much about. The dragon queen met her gaze with a quiet confidence that spoke volumes. Despite the grandeur of the castle and the whispers of history echoing in its halls, she remained grounded.

The castle staff murmured among themselves, some in awe, others in apprehension. They had heard the tales of the Targaryens and knew the power they once held. Now, with Alysanne here, a living emblem of that lost reign, they wondered what the future held.

Lady Lysara, her gaze shrewd, took in the scene before her. "There is something I wish to show you," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Your husband, ever thoughtful, had it prepared in anticipation of your arrival."

She handed the twins back to their parents.

"Come," Lady Lysara said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Follow me."

They walked through the castle, Alysanne's heart beating faster with each step. The corridors were lined with tapestries depicting scenes from the Dance of the Dragons, a stark reminder of the battles that had ravaged this land.

"Here it is," Lady Lysara announced, stopping before a set of tall, arched doors.

They stepped out into the cool evening air, the twins squawking in Alysanne and Laenor's arms as the breeze caressed their cheeks. A gentle slope led up to the crest of a hill, and there it stood—the most magnificent structure Alysanne had ever seen. It was an open-roofed dome, made of gleaming white stone, with arches that soared into the sky, reminiscent of the ancient dragonpits of Valyria.

Lady Lysara beamed with pride as they approached the dome. "Welcome to your new dragonroost," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "Your husband had it built in your honour, for the dragons that would soon call High Tide home."

The dragons, sensing their queen's presence, descended from the skies with a thunderous roar. Visymeria landed first, her obsidian scales glinting in the setting sun, her fiery orange eyes searching for Laenor. Aegarax followed, his deep purple form a stark contrast to the white stone of the castle, his gold eyes alight with curiosity. Lastly, Elaenys, the gentle giant, alighted with an air of grace she was known for, her purple eyes locking onto Alysanne.

The sight of the dragons sent a murmur of amazement through the crowd. The castle staff, many of whom had never seen a dragon before, took a step back, awed by the creatures that had once been the stuff of legends.

Alysanne felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she stepped into the dragonroost. The scent of fresh stone and the faint hint of the sea filled her nostrils. The dragons' eyes searched the area, taking in the new sights and smells.

"It's beautiful," Alysanne breathed, her eyes sweeping over the grand structure. It was clear that no expense had been spared in its construction. The arches soared high above them, leaving enough room for even the largest dragon to spread its wings. The floor was made of smooth, polished stone, which would be easy to clean and maintain, yet comfortable enough for the dragons to rest upon.

Lady Lysara chuckled. "Your husband had it built with your comfort in mind," she said. "He knew how important it was for you to have a proper place to bond with your dragons."

"While I might have birthed them, like any dragonrider, I can only bond to one."

"And, have you? Bonded to one?"

Alysanne's gaze fell upon the pearl white dragon with purple eyes, Elaenys.

"I have." She replied. "As has your son, and grandson."

"Ah, yes," Lady Lysara said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Dragonriders in House Velaryon once again."

The last dragonriders in House Velaryon were the son and daughter of Lord Corlys Velaryon, the Sea Snake, and Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, who rode Meleys, the Red Queen.

Their granddaughter, Lady Baela, daughter of Lady Laena Velaryon and Prince Daemon Targaryen, was also a dragonrider, who rode Moondancer.

Baela's twin sister, who had went majority of her life without a dragon, was the last Targaryen to have a bonded dragon. Unfortunately, Morning, was stunted and Rhaena never officially earned the title"dragonrider".

Now, more than a century later, it would seem both families would be able to earn the moniker of "dragonrider".

Laenor had bonded with Visemyria.

Alysanne bonded to Elaenys.

And, their son, Corlys, was bonded to Aegarax.

Though her egg had yet to hatch, Alysanne remained confident her daughter, Valaena, would one day earn the title "dragonrider".

Perhaps she would be the next Rhaena.

Alysanne only hoped it didn't take the near extinction dragons to find out.

Now, standing before the grand dome, she knew that this was the start of a new chapter in the history of House Velaryon and the Targaryens.