'Good morrow, my lords." Viserys said as he approached his council. "I have decided to take a new wife. I intend to marry..." Viserys looked around the council he saw Otto stiffen in his chair and Corlys face was smug as he waited for Viserys to announce his daughter the next queen. "I will marry Avalon Targaryen." Viserys declared and Avalon stared at him.
'A wise choice your grace.' Mellos agreed.
"This is an absurdity. My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm." Corlys exclaimed.
"What do you think Avalon is?" Mellos corrected Corlys but he scoffed with distaste.
"And I am your King." He stared back at his daughter. "Rhaenyra." But she stormed out as well. The door slammed closed behind her. Avalon didn't know what to say, Alicent let out a relived breath but Otto was not pleased with this advancement. His jaw clenched and his fists tightened under the table as he shot a glare back at his daughter.
'Avalon a moment... Alone." Viserys said and she nodded slowly following her big brother out of the room.
'Me?' She questioned when they were alone. At 21 almost 22 she should have been wed by now but with the change in power viserys and Daemon raised her she was only a handful of years older than Rhaenyra. Her mind was spiraling.
'You, my sweet girl.' Viserys confirmed.
'I don't understand.' Avalon told him. 'Would it not be wise to match with a different house and provide better-'
'Avalon if you are worried...' viserys began but even if she didnt want this union it had to happen. His other options within the capital were his niece who was very much a child or alicent hightower seemed like a bad option but an option but she was rhaenyra's best friend. Neither seemed a good option.
'Do you really want me?' Avalon questioned
'I think you will make a wonderful queen. You are kind and caring and so very beautiful.' Viserys told her.
'Do you want me though?' Avalon repeated and he kissed her forehead.
'I do." Viserys assured. "I know this will be strange but I assure you everything will be fine.' Viserys whispered. Avalon stared at him a moment longer before nodding.
'Okay.' Avalon agreed.
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'Fuck no!' daemon shouted. 'No no no stop this immediately.' Daemon grabbed avalon holding her to him. 'You dont have to marry him.' Daemon assured her
'It's alright daemon.' Avalon assured
'It is not.' Daemon told her. 'If you are marrying anyone it should be me.' he remarked.
'You already have a wife.' Avalon reminded him and he groaned. 'and perhaps a second by now, I'm not sure.' When the announcement was made Daemon flew over immediately. Avalon would not marry Viserys, she wouldn't. She was far too good for him. Daemon was furious.
'Avalon my dear would you rather fuck me or him? It should be a no brainer.' Daemon winked down at her.
'Neither if I'm being honest but I understand.' Avalon told him
'You are going to force yourself upon our sweet sister.' Daemon shouted. 'No. I wont allow it.'
'Daemon...' avalon coed hugging him. 'It's alright.'
'No its not.' Daemon told her again and again, he sent Viserys a wicked glare.
'It is. I love you daemon but I assure you this is okay. We have been wed for centuries to keep the bloodline pure.' Avalon reminded him. 'this is nothing new.'
'Thank you for understanding my dear.' Viserys told her.
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"House Velaryon's origins reach back to Old Valyria. More ancient even than House Targaryen... according to some texts." Corlys remarked. "But unlike the Targaryens, we were no dragon lords. For centuries, my house had to scratch out an existence from the sea with grit and luck. When I ascended the Driftwood Throne... I knew what I wanted.'Corlys said solemnly.
"So I went out and seized it. Unlike every other lord of the realm, I can say that I built my house's high seat with the strength of mine own back." Corlys went on. 'I've always thought of you and I as having been made from the same cloth.'
'I wasn't aware you had a king for a brother.' Daemon remarked.
'We're both men who have had to cut our own way through the world. We've been passed over... too often."
"Did you call me to Driftmark to remind me of my low standing, Lord Corlys, or was there some other reason?" daemon pondered.
"You've heard of the troubles in the Stepstones?"
"Some Myrish Prince is feeding Westerosi sailors to the crabs." Daemon recalled. Things were not going his way. Not at all. So why not go to war?
"I have been petitioning the King to send my navy into the territory, but he's denied me." Corlys told him.
"It was never my brother's strongest trait." Daemon remarked.
"What?"
'Being King." Daemon clarified smugly. "Avalon will make a lovely queen but... viserys shouldnt be her king."
"The crabfeeder is backed by powerful entities within the Free Cities who wish to see Westeros weakened." Coryls went on 'And the King's failures have allowed him to accumulate strength. If those shipping lanes fall, my house will be crippled. And I will not have Driftmark beggared while our King idles himself with feasts and balls and tourneys."
"I will speak of my brother as I wish. You will not." Daemon warned
"Waiting in the Stepstones is a chance for you to prove your worth to any who might yet doubt it. We are the realm's second sons, Daemon. Our worth is not given. It must be made.'
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"Your grace I must... beg a word with you." Otto began.
"What is it Otto?"
"The princess Avalon... are you sure?" Otto questioned. "Because I think that you have other options, I just mean that you shouldn't rush into this."
"You and council wanted me to pick, you all rushed me demanding a choice, I picked." Viserys corrected. "You all demanded it."
''But Avalon-"
"Is perfection." Viserys agreed. "Laena is not a suitable match and Avalon-"
"Wouldnt you rather save a match with her for someone else? To help strengthen a union with... the Lannister's!'' Otto exclaimed.
"Lannister's?" Viserys questioned with distaste. "No, Avalon will be queen, my queen." Viserys said with finality.
"Your grace I wish you would reconsider this." Otto begged.
"Speak no more of it." Viserys warned. "Avalon will be the queen."
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The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen
Fanfiction"Brother. I have some conditions before I agree to this union. They are non negotiable." 🐉 King Viserys Targaryen lost his wife in child birth and everyone is pushing him to marry. He only saw one suitable match. ⚔️ Half of my heart // viserys...
