The Heir // King Viserys Targaryen // Daemon Targaryen

35. You hate me

Midnight Rain // Aemond Targaryen // Aegon Targaryen out now!

'House Velaryon is coming for you! The Sea Snake will have your poxy fսcking head!' A velaryon knight shouted as the war raged on.

'No, no, no. No, please!'

'Fսck you, Prince Drahar! Fսck your whore mother and bɑstɑrd father!'

'Fսck! No, no! No!' Their wailing echoed.

'Dragon!' they looked to the skies to see Caraxes.

'Hail Prince Daemon!'

'Burn the fսcking Triarchy cսnts alive!'

'Here, my Prince. Save me!'

'Where are you? Come out and face me, Drahar! Come out, Drahar!' Daemon was on a mission. Flaming arrows shot down upon him and caraes 'Where are you? I'm gonna feed you to your own crabs! Where are you?' He demanded as Caraxes screeched out. Daemon had changed over the past three years, he became what he needed to, to survive in this world, finding his place among the madness seemed difficult. He became the madness. He thought he would have more fun witb Avalon were here stirring uo trouble with him but she was the queen she had responsibilities and she was being the responsible sibling. Boring. He would get his wild Avalon back.

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'He has your hair, Your Grace.'

'He does have my hair.'  Viserys agreed, targaryen's and their silver hair, unmistakable.

'He has your eyes, Your Grace.'

'Yes, he does.' Viserys agreed. 'And you have my nose, don't you?'

"I think he has the queen's nose, and we are all glad of that." Avalon smiled sweetly down at Aegon.

"Are you saying my wife is beautiful?" Viserys questioned pulling Avalon to him. "Because she is." He assured.

"I think they are saying Aegon is very handsome." Avalon corrected.

'Two years old and already our boy has a kingly presence.'

'He may yet, brother, but this morning he insisted on eating porridge with his hands.' Otto mused.

'He will grow. We're quite a party assembled in his honor. And surely by the end of this hunt, we shall have more to celebrate.'

'And what is that, pray tell.'

'It is Aegon's second name day. His infancy's behind him. It only remains for Viserys to name him heir to the throne.'

'I wouldn't be so sure.' Otto told him stiffly.

'He's the King's firstborn son."

'I don't know that His Grace sees it so clearly.' Otto remarked his plans had failed to make Alicent queen, he didn't care who's ass was on the iron throne. He had to pretend to be a good a loyal advisor in the years to come to keep his position secure. He had to find a way to get in with the queen, that was going to be challenging as well. Avalon wasn't overly fond of Alicent either.

'Then it lies with you to make him see it... Lord Hand.'

'Your Grace... I bring urgent news from the Stepstones.' Tyland Lannister said coming forward and putting a halt to the festivities. 'The Crabfeeder has dug in for siege on Bloodstone while his men sabotage our fleet under the cover of dark.

'Not today, Tyland.' Viserys urged kissing Avalon's temple as he moved away. She smiled down at Aegon as he held up a wooden dragon making it fly around happily.

'The matter of the Stepstones is regrettably urgent.' Tyland assured.

'It's been three years. It can wait another three days.' Viserys said calmly.  'Come, eat. Fortify yourselves for the journey. Please.' Viserys said gesturing to the feast.  'Is the baggage train ready?' Viserys whispered.