It wasn’t often that so few words could make Rodrik angry. The message from the Capital hadn’t been long but it had been enough to get his blood boiling. He hadn’t felt an anger like this since he was a young boy and ironically enough it had been for the exact opposite reason. When he was a child he was upset because his father had been taken away from him. Now he was upset because the Targaryens had decided to give him back. Rodrik had taken the letter from his mother crumpled it up and thrown it into the fire. It had been a little pointless since it was like those words had been burned into his brain. After fifteen years his father was coming home and Rodrik had been hoping that when they finally go a Raven from the capital it would be telling them that his father had died and his bones were on their way. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting his wish and despite his wishes his mother was talking The Great Kraken to the capital and the next time he saw her she was going to be bringing his worthless father with him and no matter what he did he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Whenever he felt himself start to cool he would remember what his father did and he would get angry again.
He had a few things he was supposed to be doing while his mother was gone but he really couldn’t focus. He couldn’t remember the last time that he hadn’t been able to focus. It probably wasn’t since he had been sent to Harlaw. The hours he had spent trying to conquer the stack of books his uncle gave him had taught him the importance of focus. At first it was just because he didn’t want to fail, but after he kept reading he found more and more that he liked learning the new things that his Uncle was trying to teach him and he was going through the books because he enjoyed it. It wasn’t often he found himself wishing that he wasn’t home, but normally it was either because he missed being around people that were actually nice and seemed to care about each other or because he missed the library. He had no real basis for this assumption but he would have been willing to guess that his Uncle had the most extensive library in the Kingdom. Rodrik had learned a lot while he was in Harlaw and not a lot of that came from books.
Rodrik was supposed to be spending the day with some captains that needed to talk to him about some repairs the Iron Fleet needed before winter. Normally he would have loved this kind of work but he was having a hard time now. All these captains had been loyal to him all these years but he didn’t know how long was going to last. His ideas weren’t popular among all his people and with his father coming back he could only assume there would be splits and he would have to fight with his father...and most likely Maron. The thought of his brother made him frown and reach up to rub his temples. “We’ll have to do this tomorrow. Afternoon. This is important and will be deal with once I go clear my head.” Once everyone had left Rodrik had followed, took one of his smaller boat and set sail to Harlaw.
It wasn’t a long trip and soon Rodrik was tying his boat up to the dock and was walking the familiar path to his Uncle’s. Once he was in the castle he went to straight the library knowing that was where his uncle was. Once he was there he wandered for a little bit until he found his Uncle leaned over a book reading. Rodrik cleared his throat and waited for his the Older Rodrik to look up. “I am sorry to bother you Uncle...but..” He frowned again realizing that he was going to have to explain why he was there and he pushed his hair off his forehead in an agitated manner, a habit he had since he was a small boy and couldn’t get rid of. “A raven came from Kings Landing and there are allowing Balon to return home.” He couldn’t bring himself to call him father, not when he hadn’t seen the man since he was a child and especially not to the man who was more like a father to him than Balon ever was.