Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

Beautiful Colour

Chapter Sixty-Eight- Beautiful Colour

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Otto Hightower had always been a man of great ambition. He had the experience of hand of the king for two generations of a monarchy. He plotted and he schemed behind whichever ruler he dictated. He truly rose to power upon the failing health of old king Jaehaerys, it implicated him as a regent of sorts, and for two years all decisions were made by him. He faced a short slip when he attempted to force the mind of the king in replacing his daughter as heir, but due to an accident, he was given back his pretty little gold pin.

But gold was meant to be traded, and a greedy man didn't like that fact, so in his vain attempt to keep control over his grandson who forced onto the throne, mistakes were made.

And now as he sat, bound in chains, Rhaella saw him as only a man. A man who had everything taken from him, and now his purpose in life was lost,

"If King Aegon could see you now, pathetic and grovelling for the people who would have his crown, he would strike you down with his sword." Otto bit out.

The harsh words flew past her like a winter wind, biting only the surface. She had managed to convince Daemon to leave her alone with her Grandfather. She was amused that with the simple bat of her long lashes she could have Daemon's knee's faltering beneath him.

"You may think that what I have done is a horrible act of betrayal." She sighed, leaning against the stone wall of the cell. "Yet it is you bound in chains." She met the eyes of the Hightower hand. "I wish to understand you, grandfather, to understand why you have driven our family down this path, a path you really had no idea lead where."

"I did this for the sake of the realm, it will never survive under Rhaynera." Otto replied, holding his head high.

"It will never survive under Aegon either!" Rhaella snapped. "You attempted to overthrow one useless bitch for another!" She laughed. "Neither of the were prepared to sit that thrown, they were both allowed to prance about the realm doing as they wished, while people schemed in their name!"

"You do not understand, it is Aegon's right!" Otto shouted, standing and making his chains rattle through the air.

"Tell me, if we were born from Laena Velaryon, or a Lannister or a Baratheon, and not born from my mother, would you still argue that it was Aegon's right?" She questioned. "Because if what I hear is right, it was you who insisted that Rhaynera was named heir, so that Daemon did not get to rule as a tyrant, yet as soon as a son sired from your line was born you began singing a new tune entirely." His silence was her answer. "You poisoned my Mother against my sister, I never understood when I was younger, but as I have aged I have noticed how everything she has done started from a seed that you planted."

"That is not true, I was-

"They have told me I'm to kill you." She said, dismissing his words. His skin ran Cold, and all colour was stolen from his face. "Your protests mean nothing." She sighed when he began spluttering out pleas. "I just came to tell that the prize of your ambition has resulted to nothing." She said stepping toward him. "Aegon has no heirs left, Aemond has none either, and unless Daeron somehow can produce a legitimate son in the coming moons, then there is nothing worth us fighting for, Your ambition has cost us everything, yet resulted in no true gain, there is nothing that can get you out of this."

"What do you mean?" Otto demanded, it was evident then how truly in the dark he was about the happenings outside the walls of his self made cell. "Aegon has Maelor to succeed him, Aemond has Vaegon and Aegor, you have another child growing inside of you, pray it be a boy!"