The first eight years in this life were a blur to him, he remembered bits and pieces of it of course, but in truth he did not come to *be* until his tenth birthday. A birthday he shared with his younger sister, Laena. A person who he knew more from the books he had read than from the lifetime they had shared so far. He was Laveon, the eldest son of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Velaryon nee Targaryen, and heir to Driftmark.
It took him many months to come to terms with his reincarnation, many days were spent trying to recollect memories he did not have. Memories of family members whose names and faces he could not remember, but the feeling still stayed. Memories of parties, graduations, and one night stands, all hazy and ephemeral, but the feelings still stayed with him. It was those feelings he had to cope with, to come to terms with, all while pretending that he was okay to his family. It was a tall order but he was able to do it.
The method he found most comforting was to write everything down, every feeling, emotion, face, name, and place he could possibly remember. He would read it over once letting it all soak in and then when he was done he would burn it all in the furnace and watch as the flame consumed the pain, worries and joys of his past life. It did not help the first time or the second, and he spent many night curled into a ball before a roaring flame, only to wake up with a pain in his back, but eventually the pain subsided and he was able to be more than just a husk in his current life.
It was during the great council of 101 AC, that he decided he did not like the Westerosi nobility. He thought he could change things during the council. He was older than Laenor was in cannon, shown much more promise and had hatched and bonded with a unique dragon. One people had long thought a dead breed, some even believing them to be a myth, the Legendary Sea Dragon. A Dragon not of fire like those of Valyria, but of Water. A truly unique serpent. He named her Seafoam given her blue and white coloring.
Even at only a year old the she-dragon had grown exponentially, having outstripped a tall man in length. His dragon was a monster in the water, with none being able to compete with her, even on land she was a force to be reckoned with, with her speed being faster than a horse on land. Though she could not fly, she more than made up for it with he ability to spew either scolding hot water or a special acid that her body naturally produces. The acid burned through everything they put up to it, the only things they had not tested was dragon scales. She was truly unique and he was more than happy with her.
He had been called to the Red Keep by the King to see Seafoam, but his father had delayed it until the end of the Council.
With him claiming Seafoam and his sister claiming the old queen Vhagar, he was sure that they would tip the scales. He had been wrong. It had certainly helped, the voting was much closer; with them having pulled in both the North, Stormlands, Crownlands and even some Reach lords- using a mixture or promises and bribes- but it had been for naught as they still had lost the advantage. Loosing the vote sixty to forty by his estimate. The King had not been able to see his Dragon before he passed.
The years following the council had seen a variety of weird things started to happen to him. The first was that his body began to grow and develop at a rapid rate, with him being about two year ahead in development than his age. His body grew stronger, his muscles dense and pronounced. His body was balanced almost unnaturally so, his muscles groupings so precise that it would but the best of bodybuilder to shame. His looks became...almost too much. He had truly inherited the best of his Valyrian features and it wasn't just him that knew. Even his mother and sister talked about how beautiful he was, ladies in his fathers court would blush at him even those much older than him.
He seemed to always be in his best shape and appearance, dirt and grim seemed to avoid him like the plague and sweat did not cling to his body like it did others. He found that unless he didn't was for a weeks he smelled perfectly fine at all times. It was uncanny but it was not something he would ever complain about.
Outside of his looks, and the troubles it would certainly cause him in the future, were the unique items he found. Two bags, the first size of a backpack and the other about the size of a coin purse, sat abandoned in the woods . He had passed them after a visit to Seafoam and he had felt a sudden pull towards them that demanded that he open them. Everyday he was grateful that he did.
The bags themself seemed to be almost endless, with items much larger than they should be able to hold being able to fit inside of them. He found nine items in the backpack. The first was a full suit of plate armor, intricately inscribed with runes on each piece that interconnected to lead to the center of the chest piece that held his house's sigil only with a sea dragon instead of a seahorse. The armor was exquisite and surprisingly light; it was too big for him at the age he found it, but he was sure he would grow into it.
The second item was a set of clothes that fit him perfectly, grew with him, and updated based on his preferred styles. After the clothes came a cloak that he would learn would obscure his presence as long as the hood is up, otherwise it kept him at a comfortable temperature at all times; a flask that seemed bottomless; a far eye that could see unusually far; a matching pair of mirrors that allowed one to speak to the other no matter the distance; a map that filled in on its own and could zoom in and out on objects depending on his will; a paltry amount of coins; three sturdy glass jars that held some blood like liquid; a shell necklace that allowed him to breathe underwater for a long time; an a plague doctor mask that he was not sure what it did, but he had an idea.
Although it is mentioned what the items purposes were in their introduction, it took Laevon more than a year to find out what most of them did. Still, even on the day of finding them, he knew they were special. Though none of them compared to the last item he found, a blue Valyrian Steel sword, it was a stunning sword that reminded him of the seas that surrounded his home land. It was the most surprising of the items from the bag for many reason's but mostly because it was the one he understood the most in the moment. He understood what its value was.
His family had a lot of things, but it did not have Valyrian steel, his father had tried for years to acquire any amount that he could, hoping to get enough to at least forge an axe or hammer head. He had been able to get a small amount, but only enough to make some jewelry but nothing substantial. The bag was a blessing he had not seen coming, though it was not one that he would shun. He was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. So after finding and examining everything he put it back everything back into his bags and headed on back home. His head heavy with ideas and worries about his newfound gains.
On his eleventh birthday, Laevon too to the seas for the first time. Going on a voyage with his uncle Vaemond to Volantis to discuss a trade deal. It was then that he discovered his love for the sea. During this trip he learned how to ride Seafoam in the ocean, even without using the shell necklace. It was difficult and far more dangerous than riding a Fire Dragon, but it was much more fulfilling. Being able to be free and safe in the ocean with his companion was a feeling that few could not understand. He felt he spent more time riding Seafoam in the ocean than he did on the ship. Only times he did not ride with her was when she was busy feasting. He had learned early on that he did not like watching that.
By this time Seafoam had grown to almost forty yards and was only continuing to grow rapidly. It was still smaller than some of the older dragons and he was not sure hot she would fair against them attacking her from above, but in the water she was invincible. Even the fabled Krakens could only become snacks.
Outside of riding seafoam, he did his duties on the ship, finding joy in rigging sails, tying knots and even soaking the deck. The life at sea came to him easily, tracking the stars was a simple matter to him, the weather was a bit tricky but it came eventually. By the time they returned from their trip in Volantis her learned much about the sea.
And over the next two years Laevon would split his time between the sea traveling with his uncle, the training yard (where he found great success with the sword), his siblings, learning how to rule with his father, or meeting as many people as he could in Spicetown. On his thirteenth birthday, after years of trying he finally got his father to agree to let him have his own ship, a ship of his own design. One that he planned on leading on a voyage that would make his father's nine look like child's play. All he had to do was accept his betrothal and stay quite about his sister's. Terms he could accept reluctantly.
Using a new ship design that he had given his father, he received the first Galleon, a ship like none other in the world, one which he promptly named Sea Dragon, paying homage to both his father's own Sea Snake, and the most unique animal in the world. And just like his father's ship he would see to it that it's name rang throughout the world for years to come.
He had spent two years on seas, traveling around the narrow sea, even going as far as Volantis once. That was until he had been called back by his father, to guard Drfitmark while he and his mother made war in the Stepstones. Now after a year of ruling in his fathers stead, it was his turn to be called upon.