A Song of Ash and Mirror Flame
Arc XIV: The Feast of Violet Flame
The Great Hall of the Red Keep blazed with torchlight.
Banners of House Targaryen hung heavy in the air.
At the high table sat:
Viserys I Targaryen
Aemma Arryn
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen
Rhaenys Targaryen
Corlys Velaryon
Laena Velaryon
Laenor Velaryon
Alicent Hightower
Music had been playing.
Lutes. Pipes.
But when you stood with your strange Essosi guitar, the hall quieted.
You did not bow deeply.
You inclined your head.
"I offer songs in the tongue of Old Valyria."
Murmurs.
Otto stiffened.
Daemon smirked.
You began.
I. The Prince Who Was Promised
(Ēdruta Zaldrīzes Ānogar)
Soft. Slow. Almost prayerful.
Valyrio ēdruta, gevives iā morghūlīs,
From fire he rises, though the world falls to death.
Ānogar hen zaldrīzoti, hen iā prūmȳsa,
Born of dragons, born of promise.
Hen sȳz mirre, hen sȳz vāedar,
Of ice and flame, of night and dawn.
Vezof qēlbar naejot syt mirrī,
The sword shall blaze against the dark.
Ēdruta… ēdruta…
The promised… the promised…
The hall was silent.
Rhaenyra's eyes did not leave you.
Rhaenys watched carefully.
Viserys' expression softened.
II. Song of the Conquering
(Vestri Aegōno)
Stronger now. Rhythmic. Proud.
Aegōn zaldrīzes ēdrurī,
Aegon came with dragonfire.
Balerion ēdruta sȳndror,
Balerion shadowed the sun.
Vhagar ziry ānogār,
Vhagar burned the fields to ash.
Meraxes ōz vējes,
Meraxes screamed across the skies.
Trēsy rōva, trēsy vestri,
Three they rode, three they conquered.
Ānogār se hēn dārilaros,
Their fire forged the realm.
When you sang the names—
Daemon's grin widened.
Laena leaned forward at Vhagar's name.
Corlys' pride was unmistakable.
III. Song of the Old and New King
(Rōva Hen Jaehaerys se Viserys)
Gentler.
Measured.
Jaehaerys hen dārilaros ēdrurī,
Jaehaerys ruled with wisdom's flame.
Se visēriās, rōva hēn sȳz,
And Viserys, king of peace.
Hen se drējī, hen se riñar,
Of old blood and gentle hand.
Zaldrīzes nyke lēda,
The dragons rest beneath his reign.
Vestri rōva, hen qēlos,
The realm stands whole in quiet fire.
Viserys lowered his head slightly.
Queen Aemma's eyes glistened.
Daemon did not mock.
Not this time.
IV. The Lord's Prayer
(Valyrio Sȳndor)
You stepped forward.
Voice softer.
Almost sacred.
Skorion ēdruta, iā prūmia,
O Flame Eternal, hear us.
Sȳndror naejot hen morghūlīs,
Shield us from death's cold breath.
Vējes ōz, mirre ōz,
From storm and shadow.
Zaldrīzes iā dāria,
Let dragons guard the faithful.
Hen sȳz iā qēlos,
Keep the realm in balance.
Valyrio… valyrio…
Flame guide us home.
The final chord lingered in the hall.
Silence.
Not awkward.
Reverent.
Reactions
Viserys rose first.
Slow applause.
Then the hall followed.
Rhaenyra's gaze was intense.
Alicent watched you carefully — not charmed, but thoughtful.
Laena looked almost starstruck.
Laenor grinned openly.
Corlys looked proud.
Rhaenys?
Measured.
But not displeased.
Daemon approached him after.
"You fight with sound instead of steel," he said.
"For now," you replied.
He laughed.
"Well done, brother."
The feast has shifted something.
You are no longer just the hidden prince.