Lunarys Targaryen, First of her Name, The Rogue Princess, Lady of the Tides, Lady of Driftmark, Mother of Dragons, Protector of Old Valyria, The Bane's Majesty. ; That's what the people all around Westeros knew her for, her titles. She was loved by...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Kings Landing
THE MORNING AFTER the arrival everyone had found themselves in the Throne room of Kings Landing, the rogue princess stood by lucerys, holding the boys hand due to the nervousness the young prince radiated — which was also to dismay of Aemond who also found himself in the throne room and had still the feelings for her, even after six years of not seeing another once.
"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As hand, I speak with the Kings voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions," Otto Hightower's voice echoed in the large hall, his lanky structure seating upon the Iron Throne that was King Viserys.
"Ser Vaemond of house Velaryon," The hand called forth the brother of Corlys, who stepped up in front of the throne. Luke's fingers tightened in the grip around Lunarys hand. "My Queen, 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 forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end of their bloodlines and their name," Vaemond's blabbering about history had seemed to no end.
Lunarys was miserable hearing the story once more, considering it was a bedtime story Laena had read her when she was smaller before bed always, it brought up memories she hadn't a need for at the very moment. "I have spent my entire life on Driftmark, defending my brothers seat. I am Lord Corly's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins," Vaemond continued, finally having finished his apparent history lesson in the rogue princess view.
"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon, if you cared so much about your houses blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant it's rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition," Rhaenyra interrupted the sea snake's younger brother, gazes were quick to wander from the Realm's delight to the Queen in Green that had suddenly spoken, "You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard."
Once the Queen's voice had faded, Ser Vaemond turned around to face the Princess that spoke in court against him. Luke's digits released the hand they were holding onto, fingers pressing against silk cover attached to the princess hip to carefully guide her behind him; his hand allowing itself to rest there. Lucerys torso puffing outward as he took stance with a straightened back. The one-eyed prince's eye cautiously watched, it was amusing to him to see the young ' strong ' boy he loved to call him, so protective of someone. "What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours," Ser Vaemond hissed through his teeth, like a snake.
