The Fire Wife || The Dance of Dragons

Kingslanding Pt.2

Helaena takes a deep breath as her guards open the doors of the Throne Hall making all eyes turn to her. The Velaryons; Rhaenys, Baela and Vaemond stare at her as she walks past as does the Dragonstone Targaryens. Rhaenyra glares at her as does Rhaegar while Daemon, Aegon, Rhaena, Aemond, Lucerys and Jacaerys look at her with worry.

The crown had taken its toll on Helaena Targaryen. She was thin with her hair falling limp down her back which she had tried to hide by putting most of it up into a braided bun. The Hightowers and their Targaryens bow their heads as she passes.

As Helaena reaches the throne she turns 'I, Helaena Targaryen, daughter to Rhyaella Targaryen as well as the wife to my father Daemon Targaryen, named heir to King Vierys Targaryen and ruler in his stead will look over this matter of who the Heir to the Driftmark throne'

Helaena nods to Alicent as she sits down making the Dragonstone Targaryens frown confused before Helaena turns to the Velaryons 'Ser Vaemond, you may make your case'

'Thank you, my Princess' Vaemond says as he steps forwards to look at Rhaenyra and her Strong sons before looking back at Helaena who sits upon the Iron Throne looking every inch the Queen she one day will be 'The History of our noble houses extends beyond of the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their king. Out forebearsers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closet kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.'

As it does in my sons, offspring of Laenor Velaryon' Rhaenyra cuts Veamond off 'If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond you would no be so blod as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you olny speak for yourself and for your known ambition'

'You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra-' Alicent cuts Rhaenyra off

'Lady Aunt, please' Helaena says with a sigh as she rubs her forehead as she feels a headache coming on

'Sorry, my princess' Alicent bows her head to Helaena before turning to look at Rhaenyra who looks back at her coldly

'What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?' Vaemond asks 'I would cut my viens and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours.' Vaemond turns back to the throne 'My Queen, My Princess, My lord hand, This is a matter of blood not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor, the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides.'

'Thank you, ser Vaemond' Helaena says as she turns to Rhaenyra 'Princess Rhaenyra you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon.'

'If I am to grace thise farce with some answer,' says Rhaenyra as she walks before the throne and Helaena 'I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very--'

Everyone turns and watches as Viserys walks into the hall and to the throne as Helaena stands quickly walking to her Uncle's side to help him. As the pair walk Viserys can clearly be heard saying 'I will not sit the throne today, niece.'

Helaena looks at a soldier 'Bring the King a chair, quickly' the soldier bows before rushing out of the chamber to find a chair as Helaena walks Viserys to the steps of the Iron throne. The nobles watch as Viserys sits before nodding to Helaena who takes a deep breath before walking back up to the Iron throne and sitting down upon it.

'Although my niece and heir Princess Helaena sits the throne' Viserys says 'I must admit my confusion over this petitions are being heard if the one who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes then his wife, the Princess Rhaenys'

As everyone looks at the Princess she walks forwards with a nod to the King 'Indeed, your grace. It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through my son Ser Laenor to his trueborn son Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree'

'Well, the matter is settled' says Helaena 'Again. I hear by name Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as Heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.'

Rhaenys bows her head before walking back to Baela who smiles at her grandmother.

'You break law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir, and now your niece. Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No.' Vaemond spits 'I will not allow it-.'

'"Allow it?"' Helaena repeats dangerously calmly more her mother then she has ever been before 'Do not forget yourself, Vaemond Velaryon'

Vaemond looks at Helaena before pointing at Lucerys 'That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine.'

'Go to your chambers' Rhaenyra says 'You have said enough'

'Lucerys is my true-born grandson' Viserys says 'And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark'

'You may run your house as you see fit but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned I will not see it ended on the account of this--' Vaemond chokes on his words

'Say it' Daemon teases with a small smirk as he looks at him

'Her children' continues Vaemond 'Are bastards! and she' he says as he looks at Viserys 'is a whore.'

Nobles gasps as Helaens stands quickly as Viserys also stands pulling out his knife as Helaena looks at Daemon who looks back at her. She gives him a pointed look which he understands as he walks forwards slowly taking out his sword.

'I will have your tongue for that' Viserys says, everyone jumps back bar Helaena as Daemon cuts Ser Vaemond's head clean off

'He may keep his tongue.'