Saera was her mother's favorite daughter, known for being demure and obedient, the smallfolk adored her. She obeyed everything that her king commanded of her, but she protested against her marriage to Ser Harwin Strong.
She catches him in an affai...
>CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: VICTORY/BLOOD AND CHEESE (ALYSSA II)<
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It was a horrible day - the clouds covered the sun before it could rise. An equally horrible storm was happening beyond Dragonstone, making it hard for Daegon's boat to settle near the shore. A loud groan escapes his mouth, seeing that there was no way that his boat would meet the castle in time.
"We should take a rest, my lord." his loyal squire whispered, also ceasing his rowing. Daegon is brought back to reality - the reality that his cousin is dead, and that his sister's husband was the one that murdered him.
"What do you think will happen next, Dorren?" he turned to look behind him, the older man had a defeated face.
"We'll tell the moment we enter Dragonstone," the man answered, rubbing his hands together to create warmth.
Daegon knew that there was something he should've done to prevent Lucerys' death. He should've sworn his hand to one of Lord Baratheon's daughters, pledged to them his undying loyalty - but he froze. He froze at the sight of Vhagar and Aemond asking for his eye.
Daegon was Lord of Harrenhal, but he felt like the lord of none.
"Do you think muña will be mad at me?" he looked down - imagining his mother's disappointed face. The man chuckles softly, "I've never seen your mother cross with you." he replied, comforting the boy.
"She will be proud of you, my lord." Dorren added, placing his hands back on the oar.
Daegon was about to do the same, but he began to hear rumbling - slow flapping of a dragon's wings. He looks behind him, and Dorren hears it too. "Are there any dragons we should look out for?" the man asks, and his mind drifts off to the books that his uncle provided.
The Cannibal, the Sheepstealer - and countless dragonlings.
"A lot of them," he whispered while lowering his head - seeing a dragon fly above them. The dragon was black as coal - with pointy scales. It lets out a loud roar - shaking their boat slightly. "The Cannibal," he mumbled to himself while holding onto Dorren.
The man begins rowing the boat again - keen to escape the watchful eye of the dragon, but it keeps following them.
"Stop," Daegon commanded - the dragon begins charging at them. The man closes his eyes, and the dragon swerves at the last minute. "Does he want to eat us?" Dorren freezed, and the boy shakes his head. "I-I don't think so," he mumbled, hands reaching to pet the dragon. The Cannibal flies down again, but this time - he uses his belly to land on the water.
Daegon reaches for the dragon's snout slowly - placing his hand with caution on the dragon's scales. He takes a deep breath, seeing that he wasn't dead yet. "I think he wants you to ride him," Dorren remarks, earning a twitch of a brow from the dragon.
A warm feeling enters the young lord's veins, flowing through him and prompting him to exit the boat and board the dragon. He looks down on Dorren, "Will you be safe?" he inquired, feeling the slow falling of the water on his skin. "Yes," the man replied - and that was all the dragon needed to fly.
A loud scream exits the boy's mouth, feeling air and water crash on his body. "Slow down," he mumbled - grabbing onto the dragon's scales in order to not fall. The Cannibal relents, slowing down with reluctance.
—
Daemon's hands were wide open to welcome his little boy. "Our boy has claimed a dragon," he mumbled while wrapping his arms around Daegon. Instead of saying words of appreciation - or of love, the boy takes a deep breath. "Prince Lucerys is dead." he announces - Rhaenyra's smile drops.
She begins marching towards her nephew, refusing to believe him. "Who killed him?" she inquired - biting the inner corner of her lips. Her sweet summer boy was taken from her - all she wanted was to make the murderer feel the same way. "Who killed him?" she repeated, watching as Daegon evades her stare. "Daegon," she says firmly - holding his collar.
"Prince Aemond," he replied reluctantly - knowing that there was a connection between them. Rhaenyra's face turns stoic and cold. She lets go of the boy - and begins striding towards the castle. Ignoring Saera who was arguing with her.
—
(Alyssa's POV)
Queen Alicent was my guardian in the absence of my parents - she was my second mother, providing me with knowledge and advice. But something was different about today. The banners that once flashed black and red, were now green and gold. King Viserys and Princess Rhaenyra would never approve of the change, unless something was amiss.
"Alyssa," the Queen smiled, pouring herself a glass of tea. "My Queen," I bowed, making my way beside her. "- have you seen Aemond?" I inquired, searching the room for the familiar face of my husband. "I will be frank with you, dear girl." the Queen took a deep breath, "- The King is dead." she added.
A gasp escapes my mouth - eyes brimming with tears at the realization that Aegon was king. "- and I have sent Aemond to make negotiations with other houses." the Queen replied - anticipating all the emotions that were flowing out of me.
"Do you believe that we'll be on your side?" I spat - she was like a mother to me, but couldn't betray my actual mother in favor of her. "War will not brew, Alyssa. Alliances are being forged," she comforted, placing a hand on my shoulder - but I shove her away. "What will you do to my siblings? Will you kill them? They pose a threat to your very claim," I interrogate - cursing the gods that there wasn't a knife or a dagger near me.
"They will be cupbearers and squires, my dear."
"My mother would rather kill herself than let that happen." I snap, and someone clears their throat from behind the both of us. It was Larys Strong - my uncle, and he had a dark grin on his face. "Queen Alicent, Princess Alyssa." the man curtsied, quickly making his way beside the Queen - and whispering a few strings of words on her ears. I was unable to hear it, but the premise was clear
Prince Lucerys Velaryon is dead.
Alicent's eyes widened, eyes suddenly shaking and spilling drops of the tea that she was holding. "I apologize, Alyssa - if our meeting is cut short." she stood up, motioning for Ser Criston to bring me back to my room. "What is the meaning of this? I refuse to be included in this treason," I wiggle away from the knight's grasp but his hold remains firm.
"Ser Criston, I beg of you." I pleaded - his brown eyes softened, "I will bring you to Aelor, but please follow whatever the Queen commands." he whispered, pulling me away from the chambers.
—
Rhaenyra takes a deep breath, staring at the men in front of her. "Mysaria mustn't know of this," she asserted - knowing that the whore was on her sister's side. "- I want you to execute Prince Aelor." she commanded, dropping a few gold coins on the table.
"It will be done, my lady." the older man replies with a smirk.
"What's your name again?" She raised her eyebrows.
