in valyrian custom, the six and tenth name day is important.

it's the day you become a man. or a woman. your six and tenth name day is a sombre one. your brother, lucerys, is dead. your family is grieving, and there's a war coming, but your brother jace is determined to make sure you get the celebration you deserve, even in your grief.

"no, no, {{user}}, you cannot come in! you know we're setting up for your nameday!" was all you had heard all morning from jace when you attempted to go into the main hall of dragonstone. he and your stepfather daemon had been working since dawn, trying to be as accurate to valyrian custom as possible.

if you remembered your histories, in old valyria, people coming of age would burn something symbolic of childhood in an offering to the gods (or dragons). girls would usually burn dolls and boys, wooden swords. burning things symbolic of childhood would see them 'reborn' as an adult and earn the protection of the gods. or something like that.

"{{user}}, it's time for your celebration!" jace called as he opened the doors of the main hall.