(121-05-13) News and Rumors
News and Rumors
Summary: Aevander shares news of departure with his siblings. Daevon shares other things.
Date: May 13, 2014
Related: I dunno. Some?

Dragon Door Manse — Starry Street

This is a grand and enormous manse maintained by the Targaryen family for royals and their guests when they happen to wish to stay in Oldtown.

The house faces the prestigious Starry Street. The first story is protected by narrow high windows that stop people from seeing inside, but the windows on the back wall and the four upper stories are tall and wide, making the manse bright and airy over all.

The first floor's main hall is brightly lit with lamps to make up for the shortcomings of those windows, and the walls are covered in rich tapestries depicting dragons, and the acts of Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters. There's a grand dining room separated from the entry hall by a great arch formed by carved stone dragons, and another such arch leads to a smaller, though still huge by most standards, sitting room. Everything is opulent, beautifully made, and as luxurious as befits the royal family.

There are other sitting rooms up in the floors above, as well as bedchambers, game rooms, and even private baths. Like almost all of the houses in Oldtown, it shares two walls with its neighbors on either side, but the servants quarters, kitchens, and servant's stairs buffer the house proper from any noise that could possibly leak through the thick stone walls.

There's a large and gracious walled garden in the back, and wide windows open to it. Those on the upper stories have balconies.

It's a hot, damp summer evening, rain pattering along the roof and against the windows of the manse. Aevander is sitting down in the parlor, and he's arranged for several wines, water and light fare to be available. Word has been sent to his iblings of his location and a desire to speak with them. He stands, currently, by one of the windows, watching the rain fall through the twilight.

Daevon's carrying with him a finely crafted wooden box. "Hello Aevander." He smiles. "I… um…" the box is just handed over, awkwardly.

Visenya arrives for what she assumes is another family meeting. She settles down on a chair wordlessly, and holds out her hand for a servant to bring her a glass of wine.

"Brother," Aevander greets with a small smile, though he blinks in mild surprise as he's handed a wooden box. "What's this then?" he queries, looking from the box to Daevon. Visenya gets another nod and a small smile as she appears. "Dearest. You look well."

"Poison." Visenya says with a wry little smile in regards to the question of what's in the box. She has a swallow of wine, "Thank you, Aevander. You look dashing."

"Open it and see," Daevon smiles. Inside there's a cyvasse set, never mind that Aevander undoubtedly has many of them. This one's newly carved, pieces of ivory and gold on one side, and a jet black stone touched with silver on the other. They're carved in exquisite detail, many of those Heroes of Legend that Daevon used to pretend to be as a child. He shakes his head. "Worse than poison."

Aevander carefully opens the box and whistles softly at the contents. "Oh, brother," he murmurs, picking up one of the pieces to inspect it more closely. "This is beautiful. Thank you." He returns the piece with the others, capping the box and setting it down for the moment. Then he glances over at Visenya and laughs. "Do I? Thank you." Clearing his voice softly, he adds, glancing between the twins, "I, um. I have some difficult news."

"Oh?" Daevon sits down, waiting to hear the news. He doesn't even try to guess the nature of the news.

"Do I ever lie?" Visenya asks Aevander with a crooked little smile over the rim of her crystal wine glass. At his announcement of terrible news she lets out a tragic little sigh, and tosses back the remainder of her wine glass.

"There have been occasions," Aevander replies to Visenya, though at the moment, he sounds more bemused than put out about them. But, yes, the news. Clasping his hands behind his back, he puffs out a soft breath. "I've been summoned to the Red Keep," he says. "I leave at the end of the month."

"You're leaving?" Daevon repeats the obvious. "You're not in trouble, are you? Why have they summoned you?"

Visenya nods her head once at this. "This could be a good opportunity for you, Aevander."

"No, I don't believe I am," Aevander replies to Daevon, "Rhaenys has summoned me as an advisor of sorts." Looking to Visenya, he nods. "Yes, I… well, yes. I think it could be."

"That's wonderful news," Daevon smiles brightly. "You must have really impressed her. Congratulations." Then there's a brief frown. "She's not taken a fancy to you, has she?"

"Oh, I hope she has." Visenya says with a little waggle of her brows, "Aevander could surely climb the ranks by keeping the old hag warm." She holds her cup out for a refill.

Aevander's nose wrinkles at the idea of climbing the ladder through such means, though he's smirking as he says, "Let us hope, if 'advisor' was a euphemism, it was not a euphemism for that." He steps over to collect a decanter of wine and refill Visenya's cup, as well as one for himself. "Thank you for being so supportive."

"You don't have to," Daevon says. "If she has improper ideas I could…" What could he do. "Write a letter. Or ride there and have words with her."

"Thank you." Visenya says to Aevander as he pours more wine into her cup. Daevon's words cause her to let out a bubbly giggle, "Perhaps you could challenge her to a duel for the sake of Aevander's virtue?"

Daevon actually seems to think that Visenya's suggestion is a good one. He's already nodding at the idea.

"Brother, I would more willingly believe that you would ride to King's landing to challenge the Queen Who Never Was to a duel for your other brother's virtue than I would believe you would ever write a letter," he teases with a laugh. "Let us presume her letter was sincere, however, and she wishes no such thing."

"You must have impressed her." Visenya says to Aevander, "I wonder what you did to do that?"

"I would take to a boat for it," Daevon says. "I would sail to King's Landing and challenge her to a duel, for you. Do you want me to, so you can remain here, with Elionys?" He nods. "It is an incredible opportunity."

Aevander laughs and shakes his head. "There is no 'me and Elionys', brother. And no. I would quite rather you did not do that, though I thank you all the same." He has a swallow of wine before looking over at Visenya and smiling. "I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest."

Daevon looks at Aevander. "Why not? You're handsome, charming, very well read. Why doesn't she like you? You're going to miss my wedding."

"Oh, so you're actually going through with it, then?" Visenya asks Daevon. "Have you talked to her about it, then?" She lets out a bored little sigh, and swirls her wine in her glass.

"Because her parents have chosen a husband for her, and she and I are both dutiful children. She will do as her family wishes and I will not interfere," Aevander replies with a twitch of a shrug. "I will visit for your wedding. I wouldn't miss that." If only to make sure Daevon actualy shows up and says 'I do'.

Daevon looks at Visenya. "I do not know that I have a choice in the matter. I haven't spoken to her since we last talked though, but she'll know there's no truth to the rumours." He nods at Aevander. "Okay. They should have chosen you. You're a good match."

"Of course Elionys is getting married." Visenya says with a roll of her eyes and a dramatic sigh. "I'm going to spoil like a piece of overripe fruit, and everyone is getting married except me."

"But not the match they wanted," Aevander replies with a swallow of wine. "Daevon, whether or not Mariya believes the rumors, it's entirely possible her family might. You should speak with her and offer an explanation, if not an apology, to her and her sister." He blinks over at Visenya and then has another gulp of wine.

Daevon nods absently at Aevander's words, but he's gone quiet now. "And what if they were true? What then?"

Visenya has a distinct 'poor Visenya' look on her face. The idea of Daevon, Cerys, and now Elionys getting wed before her has distinctly soured her mood more than knowing her sibling is leaving. She looks up to stare at Daevon, "You told me they weren't."

"What if you fucked a bravos where everyone could see you enter a closed room with her and immediately come to that conclusion?" Aevander asks, brows shooting upwards. "Is that truly the question you are asking me?"

"Hmm," Daevon says. "Sure." He replies to Aevander. He glances at Visenya, meeting her gaze a moment but he doesn't answer.

"Did you lie to me?" Visenya asks Daevon in almost a whisper.

And down goes the rest of the cup in two large swallows. Aevander refills his glass and gets started swallowing that, too. "Then, brother, you have intentionally sabotaged your own wedding, shamed and disrespected your bride-to-be and betrayed your king. So I hope, very sincerely, that the rumors were not true."

Daevon answers Visenya with the slightest shakes of his head. No words spoken though. He looks at Aevander. "And Mariya would be free?"

"Daevon, if you are thinking of saying otherwise then I will never forgive you." Visenya lets out a sad little sound, "You're so wrapped up in trying to be heroic that you don't even think about how your actions effect all of us."

This glass of wine is drained and set down near the carafe so Aevander has both hands free to press over his face. "For fuck's sake, Daevon. What in the seven hells is wrong with you?"

"We weren't even alone, Aevander," Daevon says. "She's just a friend. I couldn't fuck her even if I wanted to. We went up to her room because the alternative was… well the Quill was filled with people and she was a little loud. It wasn't the sort of conversation I wanted others to hear." He sighs at Visenya.

Visenya lets out a sad little sound, and glances downwards to hide the expression on her face.

Aevander exhales slowly and allows his hands to drop. His expression is calm and carefully neutral, though there is barely restrained fury in his voice when he speaks. "Then you go to the Dornish manse, you hold an audience with the princesses Mariya and Ellia and you tell them that."

"I already intended to speak with Mariya," Daevon says. He stands up and sighs.

Visenya stands up as well. She wipes at her face with the heels of her hands, "…I'm tired. Good night."

"So, then, you were just…" Aevander closes his eyes a moment and nods. "As am I," he agrees as Visenya stands. "Shall I walk you to your room, Visenya?"

Daevon sighs. "I'm sorry Aevander. That was cruel of me. It wasn't true. I took the conversation somewhere private in order to be discreet. We were not alone. Rona even left the room for wine, and I'm sure anyone in the Quill will attest to how she wasn't in the slightest bit of disarray. Sometimes gossip is just gossip and the best way to address it is to ignore it." He looks at the two of them and sighs. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Visenya."

Visenya gives Aevander a mute little shake of her head. She looks to Daevon, and her face crumples, "You don't think about how sacrificing yourself would hurt me. You never think about how what you do hurts me." That said, she turns to walk up to her room briskly.

"I see no need to justify yourself to the public at large, Daevon, but you do owe an explanation to Mariya's family. And you owed your family better than the behavior you just displayed. I… I need to sleep. Good night, brother." He heads for the stairs as Visenya vanishes up them.

Daevon doesn't say another word.

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