Chapter Thirty

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Verena stood in her chambers holding her youngest daughter in her arms.
She couldn't help but feel guilty.
She didn't know how to move past the loss of her child.
She snapped herself out of her thoughts as Daemon walked over and spoke to her,

"My love,
we must go to the meeting room.
We must take action."

Verena stayed quiet before she softly spoke,

"What would you have named her?
It was your turn to name.
I.... I fear you do not mourn her as I do."

Daemon stepped back pain laced on his face,

"Viserra.
For my brother.
I mourn her Verena.
Every second.
That is why i am so adamant on taking action.
They will die for this treason."

Verena cried,

"Viserra....
It's perfect.
And they will die.....
Screaming...."

Daemon embraced his wife and daughter kissing her lips softly.
He gripped her cheek as she leant into his hand.

Verena and Daemon stood together when Daemon announced,

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Verena and Daemon stood together when Daemon announced,

"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen,
First of Her Name,
Queen of the Andals
and the Rhoynar
and the First Men.
Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."

Verena nodded her head in respect speaking,

"Your Grace."

Rhaena walked towards Rhaenyra and filled her cup.
Rhaena was Rhaenyra's cupbearer.
She spoke softly,

"Wine, my Queen."

Rhaenyra walked forward and thanked Rhaena finding her psositon at the top of the map of Westeros.
She spoke with authority.

"What is our standing?"

Daemon replied with confidence,

"We have 30 knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and 300 men-at-arms. Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired.
We have sent word to my loyal men in the City Watch.
I'll have some support there, but I cannot speak to the numbers.

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