Lord Otto Hightower was not stupid, he knew that his daughter Allicent becoming queen was only the first step to making sure his blood sat on the iron throne. The second step was making powerful allies, and who was stronger than House Tyrell.
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Lady Maren Tyrell and Ser Otto Hightower were married in a small ceremony mere weeks after the announcement of their betrothal. Whispers had flooded King's Landing. Some pitied the young girl married off to a man the same age as her father. Others thought the girl must be with child for why else would such a young, highborn lady be wed off to an older man from a smaller house. Those that had seen the two interact in the weeks leading to the wedding saw a different side to the King's Hand, one they had never seen. The normally busy man could be found in the afternoons sitting under a large elm tree reading from a book as his Betrothed lay stretched out in the sun. They were an odd match, but one that seemed to get along.
Maren had been married to Otto for one month by the time word arrived that Princess Rhaenyra had cut her tour short and was returning to King's Landing. The red head could barely contain her excitement to see the Princess again, they had gotten along wonderfully the last time they had seen each other. Maren was sure they would continue their new friendship.
The Great hall had filled quickly when a dragon had been spotted flying over King's Landing. Word spread quickly of Prince Daemon's return. Maren stood besides her new stepdaughter, the queen. Maren had quickly become the Queen's closest companion during her family's stay at the Red Keep. And surprisingly that had not changed when her betrothal to Alicent's father was announced. If anything Alicent had been sympathetic, having been essentially forced to wed an older man herself.
The sound of the doors opening pierced the tension filling the room as its occupants stood with baited breath. Maren and Alicent stood below the Iron throne, behind where Otto and Ser Harrold Westerling, Lord Commander of the King's Guard, faced the door. The sound of footsteps filled the hall as Prince Daemon entered. The Prince had cut his long white hair so it didn't even pass his ears, and wore a crown made of white wood upon his head. As the Rogue prince neared the throne the Kings' Guards drew their swords, pointing them towards the Prince.
Prince Daemon finally came to a stop when the tip of a sword pointed into his chest. He looked down at the blade and then back up to the knight wielding it, before pointing the hammer he held in his right hand at his brother, the King. "Add it to the chair," he said, dropping the weapon to the ground.
Whispers filled the room as people waited to see how the King would react. The Lord Commander sheathed his sword and knelt to pick up the weapon. Otto moved closer to his wife and daughter.
"The King will forgive his brother," Maren whispered, leaning into her husband's side.
"Do not be so sure, Prince Daemon has disrespected the Crown by going to war." Otto whispered back, not daring to take his eyes off the Targaryens.
"You wear a crown. Do you also call yourself king?" T
"Once we smashed the triarchy they named me King of the Narrow Sea." The crowd further broke out into whispers believing the Rogue Prince had come to declare himself king of his own kingdom. "But I know that there is only one true King, Your Grace."
Prince Daemon dropped to his knee, bowing to his elder brother. The King turned to look at his Hand, seeking advice of some sort but Otto could give none at this moment.
"My crown and the Stepstones," The prince removed the crown from his head and looked up to his brother. "are yours."
King Viserys smiled at his brothers words, before looking into the crowd, searching for a particular face. "Well, Where is Lord Corlys?"
"He sailed home to Driftmark."
"Who holds the Stepstones?"
"The tides, the crabs, and two thousand dead Triarchy corsairs staked to the sand to warn those who might follow." At his brother's words, the King walked forward. The sound of metal hitting stone filled the room as the King used his sword as a cane. Viserys took the wooden crown from his brother's hand, inspecting the item. Prince Daemon looked to where Otto stood in front of his young wife and daughter, a silent conversation passed between the two as the King handed the wooden crown to his guard. The crowd looked on, with baited breath as they awaited their King's judgement.
"Rise."
The crowd erupted into applause as the two brothers embraced. The Targaryens now stood as a united front once again.
AN: Hey guys, my school officially starts tomorrow so I'll be fairly busy soon. I hope to at least publish a chapter every week though.
