(Third Person POV)
[Harrenhal, So Months Later]
Sylas walked inside his Father’s study, seeing that Drakken was sitting down reading a book, "Father." He said, "Did you call for ?"
"Mhm." Drakken said, not looking up
Sylas walked over to the desk, a worried look on his face, "W-What did you need from ?" He asked, "Did I do sothing wrong?"
"I spoke to your Grandfather." Drakken said, "You’re going to ward in Casterly Rock for three years."
Sylas widened his eyes in shock, "What?"
Drakken flipped the page, "You heard ."
"B-But Father....." He said, "By that, you an that I-"
"You will be there. For three years." Drakken told him, not looking up, "Your Aunt Dara will spend a year or two there and your cousins will also ward there after she leaves. Jon will occasionally make visits there. You won’t be alone."
"But why?" Sylas said, "I have my training here. My abilities, I need to hone them."
"You have plenty to learn." Drakken told him, his eyes on the pages of the book, "Your Grandfather can teach you those things. How to run a business, the trading business. How to handle the obscene amount of wealth that our House possesses. I care not for that kind of thing, so I want soone who can handle it for ."
Sylas looked at him, still shocked at the sudden new he got, "But....that’s not fair....." he said softly, "It’s not fair."
Drakken looked up from the book, staring at his son, "Fair?"
"I....I belong here." He said, ’In Harrenhal. It’s my ho. I am a Drakkengard."
"Yes." Drakken said, "But your Mother was a Lannister. Your Grandfather is Lord Lannister. Before she passed, she brought up the topic of you warding over there. She said it was a good idea to get you to learn things that contrast with what I would teach you. I gave it a lot of thought. I think she was right....."
"How many years after that....?" Sylas looked down
"A lot." Drakken looked back down at the book, "I was not going to send you away right after your Mother’s death; that would be too cruel. But you’re still young, and by the ti you return ho, you’ll still be young. So I think this is the proper move."
"What of Riktor?" Sylas asked
"He stays here, obviously." Drakken replied, "The thing is, Sylas, he’s ant to be the Heir. He’s got plenty of responsibilities. And as the second son, you will also inherit responsibilities. And I don’t want anyone else to be Riktor’s right hand; I want you to be that. I know that with ti, I can trust the two of you to handle things."
"What could possibly happen for us to handle things without you?" Sylas asked, "I don’t understand!"
"Don’t worry about that yet." Drakken said, "For now, I’ll remain here, handling things myself. You leave in a couple of days. Be sure to pack your things and say your goodbyes by then."
"I....." Sylas looked down, "I don’t...."
"Make no mistake, you are taking Leonydas with you. Arrangents have already been made to house that beast." Drakken told him, "Your Mothers will make occasional visits; Saera will not stop nagging if I don’t allow that to be the case. You can send letters to them and to you siblings should you wish to when they don’t visit you. A year from now, Lord Lannister will travel to Dorne along with Jon to check on the Dust Extraction. When that happens, you will go with him and I will see you at Sunspear; you can see Nyria then."
Sylas nodded, "Very well...."
"Sulking won’t do much to prevent this." Drakken said, "It has to happen."
"It’s just 3 years."
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"I don’t approve of it!" Saera exclaid, "You’re going to send my son away for three years?! How fucking cruel of you!!"
Maegelle looked at her, "Calm down, Saera." She said as Saera was pacing back and forth, "This could prove good for Sylas, he can learn so things from Lord Lannister. And he is Family to then, so there’s no reason he won’t be treated well."
Saera scowled, "Oh so my precious boy is sent away to Casterly Rock for three years all while this one frolicks about with Viserra?!" She pointed at Drakken, "We’re not stupid, Drakken! We know you want to fuck her!"
Drakken was sitting down on the couch, "Ughh...." he leaned back and looked up at the city, "For crying out loud...nothing is happening with Viserra!"
"Shut up!" Saera stood in front of him, "You can’t lie to ! You eased your ti with Jocelyn because she retired to that nice and small cabin at the edge of the lake, where her daughters visit often. But now you have your eyes set on our sister and you can’t lie to us about it!"
Mya sighed, "You’re angry, Saera. We understand." She said, "And while I don’t disagree that Viserra and Lord Drakken do share so strange monts....I don’t think it is fair to take your frustrations out by accusing the two of having sex. Viserra is a good girl; she won’t do anything foolish."
"The decision is final." Drakken said seriously, "Sylas is to ward for Casterly Rock, and you will visit him once every six months. You hear ? I don’t want him to be pampered by you constantly, Saera."
"I will visit him as much as I fucking please." Saera’s eye twitched, "I don’t need you or anyone else telling otherwise. He is my boy."
Maegelle chuckled nervously, "Sister, calm down. Six months will fly past quite quickly, I am sure." She said, "No need to get angry."
"My word is law." Drakken said with an angry tone, "You will not defy , girl. I will remind you who is truly in charge here. I don’t care if you think of yourself as his mother, you will do as I fucking say."
Saera raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"
"The two of you, calm down." Mya said, "There’s no ti to argue in this manner. Saera, you know well that this is for the best. I hate to even admit it, but if it were Riktor in this position, I would also feel the sa way. But I know that it is a good thing for Sylas. It is natural for the sons of Lords to ward at other seats. It is a good thing."
"Tch...." Saera said as she scowled, "I need compensation for this, Drakken. What are you going to do about it?"
"What the hell do you want to do about it?" Drakken asked
"I want another one." Saera said as she turned around and walked away, "I will wait for you in bed. Do not make wait."
Maegelle and Mya both looked at Drakken, who didn’t react much to this.
"Another one, she says." Mya said, "We are already at 7, Lord Drakken."
"I know." Drakken said
"That will make 8....." Maegelle chuckled
"I know." Drakken repeated
"What will you do?" Mya asked him
Drakken let out a sigh, "What do you think?" He said as he stood up, "She wants another one."
"I’ll give her another one."
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