My mothers supporters stood around the painted table as it glowed with fire burning beneath. All of Westeros was laid out on the map. Little figures and statues were placed strategically along the map marking which cities and towns supported which cause. The greens and the blacks.
"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. Your Grace." Daemon addressed as my mother walked powerfully to the table followed by the queens guard. She ordered her guards to halt as Rhaena approached her caring a wine pitcher.
"Wine, my Queen." Rhaena offered pouring her a glass.
"Thank you, Rhaena." My mother smiled at her soon to be daughter in law. After pouring her a glass she told her to join us around the table.
"What is our standing?" My mother asked staring across at her husband while I stood besides him.
"We have knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and 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.
"We already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton, Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon." Our maester announced from besides Baela.
"My lady mother was an Arryn. The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin." My mother pointed to the map as someone placed a figure on the Vale marking the territory as ours.
"Riverrun was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace. With Prince Daemon's acquiescence, I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover. Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed. He will need to be convinced
of the strength of our position and that we will support him should it come to war." My mother explained.
"I'm going to treat with him myself." Daemon announced.
"What of Storm's End and Winterfell?" Lord Darklyn questioned.
"There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath. And with House Stark, the North will follow." One of the men of my mothers council confirmed. More figured were placed amongst the table marking who sided with who.
"Lord Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises. What news from Driftmark?" My mother questioned turning to my grandmother who stood quietly in the back.
"Lord Corlys sails for Dragonstone." She responded.
"To declare for his Queen." Daemon suggested.
"The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke. He decides where they sail." The Princess Rhaenys vaguely responded.
"We shall pray for both you and your husband's support. Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snake's return to good health. There's no port on the Narrow Sea would dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet. And our enemies?" My mother asked turning back to the table.
"We have no friends among the Lannisters. Tyland has served the Hand too long to turn against him. And Otto Hightower needs the Lannister fleet." Daemon answered.
"Without the Lannisters, we are not like to find any allies west of the Golden Tooth." My mother frowned in thought.
"No. The Riverlands are essential, Your Grace." Daemon denied.
"Pray forgive my bluntness, Your Grace, but talk of men is moot. Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria. Dragons." One of the lords spoke holding gaining everyone attention.
"The Greens have dragons as well." My mother responded dryly.
"They have three adults, by my count. We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys. Your sons have Vermax,
Arrax, and Tyraxes. Your daughter has Meraxes. Baela has Moondancer." Daemon declared saying our odds were higher.
"Daemon, none of our dragons have been to war." My mother sighed in disagreement.
"Mother, I may to interrupt. Meraxes has been to war." I spoke up nervously staring across at my mother.
"Yes, but I do not wish for you to engage in unnecessary battles on a damaged dragon." My mother shot me an annoyed look.
"Princess Aemma rides the second largest living dragon. There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Silverwing dwells on the Dragonmont, still riderless. Then there are the three wild dragons, all of whom nest here." Daemon explained.
"And who is to ride them?" My mother and Daemon debates.
"Dragonstone has thirteen to their four. I also have a score of eggs incubating in the Dragonmont. Now we need a place to gather, a toehold large enough to house a sizable host. Here, at Harrenhal. We cut off the west, surround King's Landing with the dragons. And we could have every Green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns." Daemon pointed to Harrenhal on the map. I gulped in nervously. Every Green?
"Your Grace. a ship has been sighted offshore a lone galleon, flying a banner of a three-headed green dragon." Ser Erryk addressed entering the meeting hall.
"Alert the watchtowers. Sight the skies." Daemon ordered snatching his sword and exiting the room with men following behind.
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The Love of Dragons (HOTD)
FanfictionTo chose between power and love is one of the most difficult decisions a person can make. Princess Aemma Vaylarian daughter of Queen Rheanerya Targaryen is thrown into the midst of civil war amongst her house. What is she to do when she must help re...
