My Life As An Si In King Viserys Court

Baelon II

"Who could possibly have a claim as great as yours," My father asked, sounding frustrated.

"Laenor Velaryon is the grandson of the king's oldest son," Viserys was quick to point out.

"Laenor is a child."

"A child dragonrider."

"This 'dragonrider' rides upon a hatchling no larger than a mut," My father was quick to dismiss, "It won't be ready for war for many years still, much like the boy who rides upon its back."

"That boy's mother rides a dragon comparable in size to your own Caraxes. Not to mention that he has the full treasury and fleet of the Velaryons behind him along with all the men of the Baratheons. They have King's Landing surrounded, while we have no natural allies save for the mother of your children."

"We need no allies," My father scoffed, "Jaehaerys will name you his heir and all the lords in the realm will flock to you even if Rhaenys attempts to push the claim of a seven year old."

"And if they don't?" Viserys asked, "If he doesn't?"

"The father of my Bronze Bitch is Lord Protector of the Vale and Warden of the East, he could-" But my father didn't get to finish before Viserys cut him off.

"He can't and won't. If he even tried to pull something like that then he wouldn't be Warden of the East for much longer."

My father was quiet and I took that to mean he agreed. Beside me Alyssa pulled at my arm but I hushed her.

"Vaegon is Jaehaerys' last remaining son," Viserys at least seemed to realize that nothing new could be added to the discussion on Rhaenys and Laenor.

"He has been in the Citadel for too long. He has no allies and no dragons. He has no claim. Even if grandfather wished to name him, he is forty years old and isn't even married," My father dismissed him easily as well and this time it wasn't hard for Viserys to nod his agreement.

"We have an aunt still living besides Jocelyn."

Daemon outright laughed, "The whore? The woman Jaehaerys disinherited because she fucked her way through all her sworn swords and ladies in waiting?" By this point Alyssa had given up on dragging me into whatever game she was playing and was instead looking over the city.

"In the end Laenor is my only true rival," Viserys said, putting his head into his hands.

"Grandfather will name you heir, Viserys," My father assured his brother, "After that let Rhaenys attempt to put her son on the throne and I will fly Caraxes directly to Storm's End, we will see how loyal Boremund remains with a dragon burning his keep."

"Enough!" Alyssa startled next to me as Baelon cried out from the bed, "I won't spend my last days hearing my sons plot against my uncles and nieces. Daemon, take your children and eat with Viserys, Aemma, and Rhaenyra. I'm sure they are hungry after their trip and wish to see someone their own age."

"Understood, father. I will bring the children around again tomorrow," Daemon bowed and leaned forward to hug his father with Viserys following soon after.

It seemed odd to me how disconnected Alyssa and I were from the conversation. One would think that a dad would wish for his children to spend all the time they could with their grandfather before he passed, my mother had in my first life, but both Baelon and Daemon seemed content with the handful of words passed between us.

"I will look forward to it," Baelon replied with a bright smile towards Alyssa. 

With that father was ushering us out of the room, Viserys not far behind.