The sun dipped low on the horizon as the ships traversed the winding roads toward Storm's End. The air was thick with the scent of salt and sea, a constant companion on their journey along the rugged coastline. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the cliffs provided a melodic backdrop to their progress.
The journey had been long and arduous, especially for the Malaevor. But he still managed to make it through.
As they neared Storm's End, the imposing castle came into view, its massive walls standing tall against the backdrop of the sea. The sight brought a sense of relief to the travelers, and a collective sigh echoed through the group.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by an elder figure, a man whose face bore the marks of time and wisdom. His eyes, however, sparkled with recognition as he approached the group. He was Rakharo William's old trainer. He bowed low before Rhaenyra, a gesture that spoke of respect.
"Princess," he said with a warm smile, to which Rhaenyra replied graciously, "There's no need for formalities."
This caused Rakharo to smile as he turned his attention to Malevor, "I still remember when William brought you here as a newborn baby," he reminisced, "as if it was yesterday. You're welcomed here anytime, my prince."
After that, h turned to William whose connection with the old teacher rooted in years of mentorship, nodded appreciatively. He embraced the teacher; William was grateful for what Rakharo has done for him these past years. As they parted, A somber expression appeared on Rakharo's face.
"It's unfortunate what happened to your father," he remarked.
William, ever composed, replied, "This is the cycle of life and death. It was about to happen eventually."
He paused, then continued: "I'm glad it happened because of old age, and that he passed with a smile on his face."
The reason why his father passed away happily, is that his heir has gotten grandchildren for him. That will continue the family's legacy. Although William was sad that his father has passed away.
But he was also happy that his father could pass away peacefully.
The teacher nodded understandingly. "Indeed, you are right," he said then continued: "You must be tired from that long journey. We have already prepared rooms for you in advance."
"Thank you," William expressed his gratitude, he can't lie he missed times like these.
The smell in King's Landing, was truly bad. It definitely has something wrong with its sewage system.
One of William's goals after he becomes king is to fix the sewage system of King's Landing. Using more modern ways.
Getting out of his thought, William and his family, made their way to their chambers, guided by the flickering torchlight along the stone corridors, with William leading as he knew the ins and outs of the castle.
The door to William and Rhaenyra's chamber creaked open, revealing a room adorned with rich tapestries of House Baratheon with a hint of Targaryen design. The air carried the scent of polished wood and a hint of lavender, a subtle touch of luxury. A large canopy bed dominated the center, draped in crimson and gold, a testament to the royal lineage that rested within its confines. The room itself was spacious, with a hearth casting a warm glow across the intricately carved furniture.
"Home," William murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips as he surveyed the room. Rhaenyra, standing beside him, shared in the sentiment, her hand resting gently on his arm.
Meanwhile, Malevor's chamber exuded a more serene atmosphere. The door opened to reveal a room bathed in moonlight, the curtains billowing gently in the sea breeze. The walls were adorned with images of dragons in flight, with a spacious bed.
A soft, plush rug covered the stone floor, providing a comfortable space for play. A small table, scattered with toys and books, stood near the window, offering a view of the moonlit sea.
As the night deepened, the family of three. Have already gone to sleep readying themselves for the funeral that was about to take place tomorrow.