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@MrDidact oh yes I'm playing Jenn with incomplete knowledge of Dragons in that because dragon lore books were often banned she only knows rumors and what is written in the basic dragon books the Frey's could access. I tried to also leave it kind of open why the servants were killed. While they could have been angry from riding Jenn points out that one servant slapped a dragon and the other was tickled by the saddle. I'm trying to give them how she perceives them, It's likely the anger at the targs was actually more being uncomfortable with so many people crowding them. I try to add some of my charcters bias to how I write there thoughts, but leave open alternative explanations. Like in the Book how Tywin respects Tyrion's help in saving kings landing but only gives him partial credit vs Tyrion believing he alone deserved the credit making his chapters more antagonistic towards his father.

lol I would say stronger then bromance definitely Steffon hero worships Aemon beyond just being friends. Aemon in his golden dragon and shining armor was to steffon the highest ideal he could strive for. 

We are gonna collab Jenn at the feast that's why I left her out of what happened there, but we haven't spoken yet about specfics 

The Stands (Jenn)

A breath of relief split Jenn's lips as the young woman watched the young Rhaegar spare his father. The boy must have been at least pretending to listen to her discussion of what it looked like when an opponent yields. Jenn was overjoyed that the young prince had received his dream. The realm would be much safer with a heroic knight like Rhaegar at the battlements. It was at that moment that madness seemed to fill her waking eyes. A group of children appeared to have surrounded a dragon. Jenn felt sweat trickle down her brow as she tried to hurry through the crowds going as fast as she could. It would be to late if those fools tried to mount the dragon. Jenn could feel her breath leave her in a horrified gasp as the children took off together skyward. Voscharis had taken off with two riders. It was inconceivable that the foolish children hadn't already been killed. Jenn then noticed the dragon had allowed itself to be saddled. The world truly had gone insane. A dragon bearing two riders and allowing itself to be saddled like a horse? The moment turned to sheer madness as two other children allowed servants to saddle there dragons taking off into the sky. Jenn watched cautiously as the four children flew shocked by the cheering of the crowd wondering if the entire world had been driven mad as Jenn watched the children shocked and relieved that they returned safely. 

Jenn stared into the dragons she had so often herself served and saw there rage. It was hard to believe that the foolish children would push there dragons so far. Jenn kept the other children back as she stared at the riders. The dragon's contempt was almost to much for Jenn to witness. Drogon growled from his own spot perhaps speaking to his offspring who seemed to calm slightly. Jenn promised herself she would have words with the three children as she motioned for the non valyrian kids to wait. When the area was cleared she spoke quickly to the servants to bring fresh meat. They only lost two servants trying to unsaddle the dragons. The first slapped Voscharis to keep him still, Voscharis ripped the servants arm off eating it quickly while the second servant was burned by a gout of fire as the saddle tickled the youngest dragon. The dragon's weren't animals they were both sentient and powerful creatures. Jenn could tell it may even require a word with the queen to stop this reckless behavior. When Jenn returned to the stands, Steffon smiled asking her to follow him to ready themselves for the feast. Jenn wore a long blue gown while Steffon and Mable dressed in formal light armor leaving there weapons behind.
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The Feast of Lioness and the Dragon (Mable)

It was an honor to eat at the high table for Mable who hadn't enjoyed cuisine this fine since eating Lady Tully's kitchen scraps. A fact that made her blush as she watched Lady Tully send away half eaten meals wondering if the servants would do the same as Mable had. Mable was careful to eat everything before reading her note a small look of awed excitement coming over her face. The king needed her for a mission? The thing Mable wanted most was Steffon's respect, but a secondary goal could be close at hand. It would be nice for her to finally have an arranged marriage perhaps even to a high lord. It was also a chance for her to prove her worth to the crown and her cousins loyalty. 

Mable however took a deep drink from a flagon before hurrying to join the dancing taking a card. Mable skipped the chance to dance with young Lord Bolton instead waiting her turn to dance with Lady Mormont's son. The man was large, but not unfriendly the two mostly spoke of there scars recounting battle stories as they danced. The young lord seemed almost relieved to dance with someone that knew they wouldn't marry. They discussed his wondeful wrestling before the third song started both hurrying to there next partner. The young Lord Algood was next a Westerlands house that she knew nothing about other then there symbol. The dance was quick the young lord having his eyes on the beautiful Lannister's not a scarred Frey. The Lord was young, it would be years before he'd realize a Lannister wouldn't marry someone of such a small holding.

The fourth man was a Lord Bar Emmon who was a little more enthusiastic having danced with three women who seemed aggressively disappointed not to be queen. Mable had her eyes much lower and appreciated the Lords attentions. The two spoke of the issues with lost ships in the Crownlands and pirates. The young lord shared a story about a pirate raid delighted to discover that Mable's company had fought with him during the attack. Bar Emmon though wasn't set on marrying anyone without his father's permission which Mable truly understood reminding him that a dance is truly just a dance. The last lord was from house Dunn a noble men of the reach without much to say to Mable. The man only had eyes for the princes quickly boring Mable with his jokes and japes about them. The jealousy in his eyes was clear and Mable couldn't be bothered to finish the dance walking off to watch the sunset in the distance her cousin joining her as they discussed her departure. 

Steffon smiled gently "Find anyone you'd like to use your reward to marry?"

Mable blushed not wanting to say the young Lord Bar Emmon had been impressive but it was improper to request a reward before the job was done. "I'll think it over during the mission"

Steffon nodded gratefully "I'm just hoping it's a quite night these kinds of events are always trouble."

Mable understood watching as her cousin hurried over to carry his dear Aemon to his chambers. Steffon loved his to friends. When it came down to it the three of them should have been able to be friends if not for the past. Steffon's bellows of happiness carried the couple to there room and when he returned his eyes were bright filled with joy Mable had never seen. Steffon raised his cup to the heavens calling out in pure joy "To the Targaryen's long may the reign!" Steffon smiled walking out with his guards. Jenn joined them having written a note for the queen not wanting to bother her entrusting it to Arya who glared at Jenn suspiciously. 
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The Battlements (Steffon)

The sound of a war horn woke Steffon. The knights woke quickly the entire Frey tent quickly dressing for battle. Steffon barely needed help having had to dress for battle quickly in the past. "what's attacking the city?" he tought before turning to Jenn and Mable "Secure the members of the small council start with Aemon whatever this is we'll need him. Then if he's not up yet wake Jon and Tyrion keep them safe" Steffon nodded as the girls fled into the night towards the keep leading his own men charging for the west gate. There were monsters on the wall. The disgusting creatures looked like mermen. Steffon was shocked to see them. The creatures looked like the rumored monsters of the swamp. 

Steffon grinned happily his war hammer and shield ready. "Men form up and get the civilians clear there aren't enough of us to hold a gate so we'll move as a unit throughout the city. I want you to kill any who sneak through without mercy. We'll check on the weak parts of the wall and any sewer pipes."

It wasn't long before they found the enemy battling near a waste hole in the wall using the position to keep the monsters of foot filling the whole quickly with corpses. Steffon was happy the claws not able to make it past there armor the creatures needing force of numbers to succeed. The Frey Knights ran from weak spot to weak spot in the wall massacring the monsters who were after the innocent civilians careful to stay together there shields dented by the third group they found. Where were the gold cloaks? Steffon wondered as the Frey's fought their hardest to prevent civilian casualties. 

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The Red Keep (Jenn and Mable)

Jenn quickly lead the two through a secret pass in the keep hoping to move faster through the walls. It was barely a few steps before Mable spotted a group of men moving. Mable knew they had the element of surprise letting Jenn draw her bow killing three before the men turned to see there attackers. The remaining two roared charging only to die at Mable's blade. The first swung to wildly taking a gash to the stomach as the second took an arrow to the shoulder stepping back only to have Mable decapitate him. 

Jenn frowned "These five men shouldn't know where this is." 

Mable nodded worried "We'll need to hurry who knows how many more of these assassins are in the walls hunting the royal family while the troops are outside."

Jenn blushed scared for the kids as they hurried killing the few enemies they encountered. If Aemon was slain Lord Frey would never forgive them for failing him. The two arrived in time to hear the scream of the heir. Jenn and Mable roaring a battle cry from behind the men throwing open the secret tunnel.

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