Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Keep His Tongue

Chapter Twelve~ Keep His Tongue

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They'd been commanded to the throne room on the morrow, The appeals of the land to be heard.

She stood infront of Aemond, behind Aegon and Helaena. Watching her Grandfather speak from the throne.

"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with a grip task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark." He announced. "As the hand, I speaks with the King's voice on this and all other matters." He was enjoying this, Her Father lay a dying man, confined to his room, while Otto stood instructing the kings court, he sat on the throne. Rhaella hoped it cut him. "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."

Rhaella watched as Vaemond glanced at her elder sister, bitterness evident in his features. He greeted her mother. "My Queen." Then her Grandsire. "My lord hand." "The history of our noble houses extends beyond 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 kind. Our four bearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and to their name."

Still Angry with Aemond, Rhaella took a step forward to Aegons side. "Is this supposed to be a history lesson?" She whispered.

Aegon sniggered, earning a glare from the queen.

They were a menace together, some saying that she and Aegon seemed better suited, and that her own husband should have taken his brothers wife as his own instead.

Aemond scowled, She was doing this all to torment him. It was usually him she would jest and tease with.
She only did it with Aegon when she wanted to anger him.

"I have spent my entire life on Driftmark, defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys' closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Valeryon continued.

"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." Rhaenyra interrupted, anger in her tone. "If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be as bold to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambition." But Vaemond did not turn to her, he let her have her moment.

Alicent sighed, annoyed at the Princess's interruption. "You will have your chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard."

Vaemond turned then to her, smirking at the fact the the wind was clearly on his side, as well as that of the Queen and the hand.

"What do you know about Velaryon blood,
Princess. I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it." Vaemond said to Rhaenyra his voice growing louder. "This is the future and survival of my house, not yours." He spat, before turning back to the hand. "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor... the Lord of Driftmark and the Lord of the Tides."

Aemond was watching Rhaella, he followed her scowl to see his nephews watching them all.

"Thank you, Ser Vaemond." Even the hand sounded bored. "Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon."