𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺,
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍
" Wed her to me. "
" What? "
" When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Daenera. I want to love her the way she loves me - the way we've alw...
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"IT OCCURRED IN THE BLACKNESS OF NIGHT, my lords, during the Hour of the Bat." A Dragonkeeper explained to the members of the Small Council, who sat in silence to overhear the story being told. Daenera's arrival was late — her footsteps lightly pressing against the stone of the Red Keep, as she crossed her arms from the back of her. "The thief eluded our pursuit."
"How is it possible that a dragon's egg was stolen out from beneath more than fifty Dragonkeepers?" Viserys questioned the man, answering Daenera's mindlessly confusion onto why she was asked to be present.
"It was Prince Daemon who was the culprit, Your Grace..." Admitted the Dragonkeeper, as Daenera's face twisted into a scowl at the mention of the uncle who she had not heard from in some time now.
"Daemon." Viserys grumbled, shocked by this confession.
"The Prince left a missive, which I believe might explain." Otto nodded his head towards Maester Mellos, giving him the approval to read aloud the message Daemon had left. ""It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne," Daenera couldn't help but roll her eyes at her uncle's childishness, huffing to herself. ""To announce that he is to take a second wife in the tradition of Old Valyria. She is to assume the title Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone. Her Grace is with child and is to have a dragon's egg placed in the babe's cradle in the custom of House Targaryen. The Prince has invited you to his wedding, Your Grace. It is in two days' time.""
"Gods be good." One of the Lord's mutters, as Daenera mumbled out ragged curses from beneath her breath.
"Who is Lady Mysaria?" Lord Corlys questioned the Maester — who was readied to speak up, before Otto tagged in. "Daemon's whore. This is nothing less than sedition."
"My brother wishes to provoke me. To answer is to give him what he wants."
"The realm is watching, Your Grace." Lord Corlys made aware to Daenera's father.
"What would you have me do? Send him to the Wall? Perhaps I could put his head on a spike." Viserys gave a look of strange.
"Daemon has seized Dragonstone, has surrounded himself with an army of gold cloaks, and has now stolen a dangerous weapon-"
"Which egg did Daemon take?" Daenera's voice raised, peering to the Dragonkeeper, who looked to the ground. All eyes fell upon the man, who was hesitant to answer. "The egg was Dreamfyre's, princess. The same that princess Rhaenyra chose for Prince Baelon's cradle."
Daenera's gaped mouth shut in haste, looking around the crowd of Lord's. "Assemble a detachment, Otto." Viserys commanded the Hand, lifting up from his seat. "I will go to Dragonstone and drag Daemon back to face justice myself."
