desti
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Before the eyes of gods and men.
Chapter I
House Hastwyck
Sow knowledge, reap wisdom.
Santrella, Southern lands of Aedighar
Looking at her, nobody could tell that the thought of her son being King one day frightened her. Suddenly, the history lessons that her Maester had taught her so many years ago, flooded her mind. All she could think about were assassinations, treachery...
Timos was a good boy, easy to love. The Realm would learn to love him as well. Perhaps she had naught to worry about. Maybe she was witnessing the birth of the second King Tyron.
And her? She'd be the mother of the King… arguably the third most powerful woman in Aedighar. Many had doubted her after her husband's passing many summers ago, but now she was eating fruit and drinking expensive Orinothi wine, the King and Queen sitting just feet away from her.
It was so surreal, she could've laughed.
Tradition required them both to travel from Santrella to Wheldrake together, as the Princess Elaria had been staying with them for a couple moons.Their arrival was received very well in the capital. News of the blooming romance between Timos and the Princess must've travelled faster than them.
Both cities were decorated in crimson, yellow, green and white - the colours of the Houses Hastwyck and Wynver. It was a grand sight that Carlys would have had a hard time imagining in her dreams. She hadn't dared to dream seeing the banners of House Hastwyck in Wheldrake in her lifetime. The fox of Hastwyck had sneaked its way back into the Crownlands.
As the mother of Elaria’s betrothed, she spent quite a bit of time with her. She was wary of her at first - the girl was a Wynver after all. But Carlys eventually had to admit that the girl seemed different from her less than perfect parents. Just like Timos, Elaria was likeable and Carlys found her to be lovely company.
More importantly, Timos liked her. He liked her a lot.
Mayhaps it was because they'd been engaged for a few years now that helped the two hearts beat as one. Carlys didn't doubt that it was enough time for the children to develop feelings for each other, as they spent almost every living moment together.
At the beginning it was hard. Timos only cared for her beauty and forgot that it was the future of the realm at play. Carlys had to teach him to care for the girl more deeply, and Timos fell harder than she imagined. More than she would've liked, in fact, but love had a way of striking their family hard.
When Carlys got engaged to the soon-to-be Lord Benam Hastwyck, she didn't love him. They were married when she was a maid of seven-and-ten and Benam was eight-and-ten. He wasn’t quite a man, but she often found herself admiring her husband, his bravery, strength and comely face.
Love sneaked up on them, if that was the right way to desrcribe it. Carlys couldn't pinpoint the second it happened, but she remembered the moment she understood her love for Ben was true.
Riots had woken in the Eastern side of the South. Rogues and bandits formed a brotherhood of sorts, they stole treasures, murdered men, raped their women and burned cities to the ground. Santrella raised its armies and its Lord had to go with them to fight against the leader of the group - Ramyn Five Tooth
Benam was two-and-twenty years old when he left for battle.
They had already suffered the loss of two children in her belly, and Carlys suddenly felt as though she might lose Benam as well. The thought was unbearable. She felt the amount of fear she'd never experienced so strongly before. Carlys prayed to the Warrior and to the Mother to keep her Lord husband safe.
When he returned a year later, scarred and tired, with the rotten head of Ramyn tied to his horse, she kissed Ben and hugged him, and nursed him back to health herself. For the first time, she admitted her love to him truly and so did he. Carlys liked to think that was the night they conceived Timos.
The boy was lively and running around the day he started walking. He resembled his father so much in both appearance and character, that Carlys was sure he would become a great warrior one day. Timos had long, straight raven hair, with thick eyebrows and eyes the colour of the desert during a sunset. When he laughed, the whole room lit up with him. After Benam fell in a battle, the resemblance hurt her as much as it had amused her once.
When Timos was around ten years old, he suddenly became sick. Someone - Carlys could never remember who it had been - ran into her room, screaming that something was wrong with Timos. Lady Hastwyck ran faster than she'd ever ran in her life to the children's chambers.
Timos was making a horrifying, screeching noise, grabbing at his throat. With a gasp, Carlys found herself sitting him up and calming him down until she finally heard him take in a full breath. He cried in her arms then and only stilled when Maester Konari came to see what was wrong with the poor boy. Even at that age, Timos knew that a Lord shouldn't cry and he feigned strength when the Maester entered his bedchambers.
Bad lungs, the Maester had said. Much help that was.
Timos got better sometimes and sometimes he got worse. Maester Konari gave him herbs to put over his mouth when one of his attacks came. Sometimes he had to breathe in the fumes of a steaming bowl of which Carlys didn't know the contents of and likely wouldn't be able to pronounce the names of the ingredients anyways.
Over the years his attacks lessened in strength and quantity, they came to him barely once a month and Timos seemed to regain the confidence he had before. He still woke sometimes, unable to breathe, or found himself gasping for air in the training yard. But his endurance was getting better and Carlys figured that one day the sickness would go away on its own.
Sick or not, the deal with House Wynvar was too good to let go. The knowledge that if she'd reject them, they'd go the House Bryne made her even more willing to accept. It would secure her children's well-being for generations to come. House Hastwyck would return to the throne after losing it so many years ago. Her son would be the one to bring their House back to its full glory.
Timos was six-and-ten when he became engaged with Princess Elaria. Six years later, they exchanged their vows in the Great Sept of Wheldrake.
If only Benam was here to witness it. So desperately she wished to hold his hand and share this happiness with him. In her mind Carlys could see the proud look in Benam's unnaturally light eyes and hear him whisper in her ear that their boy was going to be King.
Instead of Benam's, she found Leanah’s hand. Carlys gripped it tightly while giving a warm smile to her only daughter. She, too, looked like her father. Strange how her own children had such little likeness to her.
“Be proud of your brother,” Carlys whispered to Leanah, “this marks a new chapter for House Hastwyck and he's the one to write it.”
Carlys and Leanah sat on Timos’ side of the platform. The two lovers sat in the middle on a higher floor than the others at a separate table. Carlys had requested an empty chair where Timos’ father would've sat and the Queen was happy to oblige.
The men and women Carlys had brought with her from Santrella, sat amongst the lower guests. Her and Leanah’s handmaidens weren't allowed to join the ceremony, but in the festivities they could sit at the far end with the rest of the servants who weren't needed to help with the feast. Lords, Ladies, Knights and other special guests sat ordered in importance with the most valued guests at the front.
A large circle shaped stage was left empty in front of the Royal table for entertainers, bards, actors to show up throughout the night. Carlys had heard the Crown planned to serve fifty meals, so she assumed it was going to be a long night and entertainment would be necessary to keep everyone in high spirits.
Sariya Goldenlocks began the feast with her angelic voice and the gentle chords she played on her harp. Men called her the embodiment of the Maiden herself. Carlys on the other hand saw through her blue eyes and golden hair that ran down to her waist. She would bet the gold bracelets on her wrists that Sariya would sing a different song to some handsome Knight later today. All singers were the same - just a tad more talented than regular whores.
Sariya left after her heartbreaking rendition of “Hands of Winter” - one of the most famous ballads in Aedighar, that was part of every bards repertoire. Yet strange how the bard chose to sing that song, even more so that she’d end her performance with it, as everybody knew full well of the tensions between the Crown and the North.
The song told of Northern King Yvar so many years ago when the Kingdoms ruled by themselves. Yvar swore that he saw a beautiful Maid on a ledge of the Mountain that stood near Nilfgaard. He made the dangerous journey to the top of the mountain, only to find the girl's frozen, mummified body.
'Her hands of Winter pushed Yvar then,
He fell, he fell, so far he fell,
To the cries and shrieks of his women and men,
He fell, back down to Nilfgaard he fell’
Carlys always found the song silly, especially the last verse. Yet even she fell under Sariya’s spell and could almost imagine King Yvar staggering back from the body, too close to the edge… Interestingly enough, every Maester proclaimed that King Yvar fell from the mountain not because of a beauty, but because his mule had grown tired of the narrow mountain trail.
Whatever had happened to Yvar mattered naught now. Carlys breathed out a sigh of relief when Sariya left the stage, followed by many men's gaze. She happily found that Timos only had eyes for Princess Elaria. At least he'd be faithful. For now, that is.
The Queen’s polite clapping was mechanic and forced. Carlys raised an eyebrow when she saw her calling over one of the Kingsguard knights, whispering something in his ear. With a nod, he walked off in the direction Sariya had disappeared to.
A shiver ran down Carlys’ spine.