Tied Together With a smile// Aegon Targaryen out now!
Daemon stood outside, Caraxes behind him, Jace watched silently, completely still as Ser Stefan and Ser Laurent stood before them.
'' You swore an oath as Knights of the King's Guard.'' Daemon reminded them, hand on the hilt of his sword as he stared down at them.
''As do all who wear the White Cloak, my Prince.'' Stefan answered
''To whom?''
''I swore first to King Jehaerys, my Prince. And then, to his grace, King Viserys, when he succeeded him.' Stefan informed him.
''Do you acknowledge the true line of succession?'' Daemon questioned
''Yes."
"Yes, my prince.'' They both agreed.
''Do you recall how King Viserys named his heir before his death?" Daemon questioned. He hesitated.
''Princess Rhaenyra." Stefan answered.
"I'm grateful for your long service to the Crown. So I'm presenting you with a choice." Daemon informed them confidently. Caraxes shrieked from behind him stepping closer.
''I swear anew your oath to Rhaenyra as your queen, to Prince Jacaerys as the heir to the Iron Throne. Or if you support the usurper speaker now, then you will have a clean and honorable death." Daemon went on and Caraxes seemed to smile as he brought his large face down to Daemon, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the knights. ''But if you choose treachery, if you swear fealty now only to later turn your cloaks, know that you will die... Screaming."
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''Princess, let us help you.''
''Princess, please.''
''You shouldn't do this alone, Princess.''
''Let us help you.'' Rhaenyra moaned and groaned she refused to let the handmaidens help her, a gush of blood seeped to the ground beneath her feet, she pulled and pulled the head free the body coming next and it dropped to the ground as well. Rhaenyra whimpered out as she collapsed to her knees.
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They stood around the pyre, the baby wrapped up before them. Daemon and Rhaenyra stared down at their daughter. Inconvenient timing, that was for sure Daemon thought bitterly.
Erryk Cargyll came walking up. Blades were sheathed and knights at the ready. Erryk was of the kings guard at the capital
'' I mean no harm brothers,' Erryk said removing his helmet. "I swear toward the Queen...'' Erryk assured. "With all my strength... and give my blood for hers, I shall take no wife... hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honor." Erryk said kneeling before them. He pulled a crown free handing it over to Daemon. Daemon looked upon it, noting the Targaryen sigil. 'My Queen." He held out the crown. Viserys crown. Daemon had a moment, just a moment where he wanted to put the crown upon his own head but instead he placed it on Rhaenyra's.
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''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."
Rhaenyra walked down dragonstone's aisle to the throne, crown on her head. Ego inflated. Ready to take back the crown.
''What is our standing?'
'We have 30 knights, 100 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.''
'' I've 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 Kelty, Gale, and Staunton, Massey, Darkland, and Barremont." Daemon looked around at those loyal to him, this wasn't enough to beat Davina let alone the whole of the capital.
' The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin." Rhaenyra informed them. "on their blood."
''River Run was always a close friend to your grandsire, Your Grace. With Prince Daemon's acquiescence...''
''I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover.'' Daemon remarked.
''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.''
''I'm going to treat with him myself.'' Daemon corrected smugly.
''What of Storm's End and Winterfell?''
''There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath, and with how Stark the North will follow."
"The northern regions love mama Davina though." Jace spoke up. "Her cousin Gaena... If I could talk to mama Dav..."
"Ha." Daemon laughed out.
"Lord Boros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises." Daemon reminded them and a the pieces were slowly put on the map, territories that should be there if those were truly loyal. ''What news from Driftmark?''
'Lord Corlys sails for Dragonstone.' Rhaenys informed him.
'To declare for his queen?'' Rhaenyra countered.
''The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke. He decides where they sail." Rhaenys informed them.
''We shall pray for both you and your husband's support. Just as we prayed nightly for the Sea Snakes' return to good health. There's no port on the narrow sea we dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet." Rhaenyra told her kindly. Daemon rolled his eyes.
''And our enemies?'
''We have no friends among the Lannisters. Tyland has served the Hand too long to turn against him. And Davina needs the Lannister fleet." Daemon reminded him. "But they don't love Davina either."
'Without the Lannisters, we're not like to find any allies west of the Golden Tooth." Erryk hissed.
''no..." Daemon agreed
''The Riverlands are essential, Your Grace.''
''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!''
''The Reds have dragons. They have three adults, by my count. We have Syrax, Caraxes, and Meleys. The princes have Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes. Baela has Moondancer." Daemon reminded everyone.
''Daemon, none of our dragons have been to war." Rhaenyra reminded him but he just shrugged it off.
''There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on the Dragon Mound. Still riderless. Then there are the three wild dragons, all of whom nest here." Daemon went on. He was skilled in war.
''And who is to ride them?" Jace hissed not liking him making the commands.
''Dragonstone has 13 to their four. I also have a score of eggs incubating in the Dragon Mound." Dameon went on.
''No.' Jace said softly.
''We need a place to gather, a toehold, large enough to house a sizable host. Here, at Harrenhal, we cut off the west," Daemon put a piece on the map. '-surround King's Landing with the dragons, and we could have every green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns.''
"Stop!" Jace demanded looking to Rhaenyra but she was nodding along with Daemon. "we should speak with Davina, none of this needs-"
"Grown ups are talking." Daemon told him shoving him back.
"Luke, get Joff and I will get our dragons. We are leaving." Jace demanded leading him out of the room.
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Fury // Harwin Strong
Fanfiction"You will always fall in love and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast." 🐉 Daemon had a choice to make. He chose wrong. Davina was left with her fury and rage to boil inside of her. Or was the man she really needed right...
