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Saera walked with Jacaerys and Lucerys, meeting Rhaenyra whom looked at the sky, "It's been said that as Targaryens, we are closer to gods than to men."
Rhaenyra spoke and Saera nodded, "And the Iron Throne puts us a touch closer, perhaps. But, if we are to serve the Seven Kingdoms... we must answer to their gods."
"If you take this errand, you go as messengers... not as warriors. You must take no part in any fighting. Swear it to me now under the eyes of the Seven."
Rhaenyra brought over the book of the seven, Lucerus out him hand on the book, "I swear it."
Jacaerys leaned forward and placed his hand on it, "I swear it."
Saera looked upon Rhaenyra and nodded, placing her hand on the book, "I swear it to you Rhaenyra."
Rhaenyra nodded, as the guard took away the book, before speak up again, "Cregan Stark is... close to your age than is mine. I would hope, that as men, you can find some common interest," She handed Jacaerys a parchment letter.
"Yes your grace."
Lucerys and Saera watched forwards to Rhaenyra, "Storm's End is a short flight from here," Rhaenyra's eyes never left Lucerys, "You have Baratheon blood from your grandmother, Rhaenys."
Rhaenyra glanced over at Saera, "And... Lord Borros is an eternally proud man. He will be honored to host a Prince and Princess of the realm... and their dragon. I expect you will receive a very warm welcome for the both of you."
