It's time to go// Criston // Harwin out now!
•Present Day•
"I just want you to know that if he chooses you, I will take his head." Nya remarked as she rebraided Laena's hair.
"I know mama." Laena agreed.
"You marry for love. I dont care what your father says." Nya added. "You are not marrying him."
"What about me? Can I marry for love too?" Laenor questioned.
"Of course my baby. Whoever you want." Nya agreed.
"And if I dont want to marry and i want to be a warrior like you?" Laenor went on as he rocked back and forth on his heels.
"Then I fully support you in your adventures." Nya agreed.
"What if he picks Laena?"
"I kill him." Nya answered honestly and Laena covered her face to hide her laughter.
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"Nya, talk to me." Corlys begged.
"Tell the king that if he picks Laena I will kill you both." Nya corrected.
"Nya-"
"She is a child." Nya hissed. "Viserys is old and riddled with disease." Corlys straightened his back, he didnt know that. "The maesters become very talkative when threatened." Nya added. "I'm serious. I'm not letting him touch her."
He reached out for her but Nya fisted her hand and sent it flying into his stomach. His back arched back, shoulders hunched at the hit just slightly.
"Damn you." Nya muttered shaking out her hand. "I used to like your abs. I dont anymore. I can't punch you effectively."
"Nya sweetie-"
"I'm serious. Both your heads and I like your head most of the time." Nya hissed. "I wont see her be his baby maker, loveless and miserable." She stomped in and Corlys sighed as he followed her. She was right of course she was. But it would mean big things for them all if a Velaryon was on the throne.
Corlys sat at the opposite side of the table, Nya held protectively to Laena as the rest of the council gathered.
'Good morrow, my lords." Viserys said as he approached his council. "I have decided to take a new wife. I intend to marry..." Viserys looked around the council. "the Lady Alicent Hightower before spring's end."
"Someone drank their smart tonic this morning." Nya murmured as she cradled Laena to her, finally taking a good deep breath.
"This is an absurdity. My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm." Corlys exclaimed.
"And I am your King."
"Sit the fuck down, Corlys." Nya hissed and he looked to her and he believed that Nya would kill him in that moment. He saw back down with a huff.
Viserys stared back at his daughter as her face twisted with confusion before her lips pursed and anger flooded her.
"Rhaenyra." Viserys begged. But she stormed out as well. The door slammed closed behind her.
"I'm really happy mama." Laena whispered clinging to Nya.
"Me too baby." Nya agreed kissing the top of her head. "Go pack up, we are heading home today." Laena nodded running off. Nya looked to Alicent as she moved away from the group. Otto was filled with pride and joy, the hightower name would forever live on as royal.
"Sorry kiddo." Nya whispered to Alicent. "Good luck with everything."
"Thank you lady Nymeria." Alicent rasped and Nya looked to alicents torn and bloody hands.
"Start drinking, dont hurt yourself. You are going to get enough pain physically and mentally from the rest of the world, him included." Nya glanced to Viserys. Nya pulled out a little pouch from her jacket. "A wedding gift."
"What is it?" Alicent countered looking at the liquid swirling around.
"Helps numb the pain." Nya offered.
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"House Velaryon's origins reach back to Old Valyria. More ancient even than House Targaryen... according to some texts." Corlys remarked. "But unlike the Targaryens, we were no dragon lords. For centuries, my house had to scratch out an existence from the sea with grit and luck. When I ascended the Driftwood Throne... I knew what I wanted.'Corlys said solemnly.
"So I went out and seized it. Unlike every other lord of the realm, I can say that I built my house's high seat with the strength of mine own back." Corlys went on. 'I've always thought of you and I as having been made from the same cloth.'
'I wasn't aware you had a king for a brother.' Daemon remarked.
'We're both men who have had to cut our own way through the world. We've been passed over... too often."
"Did you call me to Driftmark to remind me of my low standing, Lord Corlys, or was there some other reason?" daemon pondered.
"You've heard of the troubles in the Stepstones?"
"Some Myrish Prince is feeding Westerosi sailors to the crabs." Daemon recalled.
"I have been petitioning the King to send my navy into the territory, but he's denied me." Corlys told him.
"It was never my brother's strongest trait." Daemon remarked.
"What?"
'Being King." Daemon clarified smugly.
"The crabfeeder is backed by powerful entities within the Free Cities who wish to see Westeros weakened." Coryls went on 'And the King's failures have allowed him to accumulate strength. If those shipping lanes fall, my house will be crippled. And I will not have Driftmark beggared while our King idles himself with feasts and balls and tourneys."
"I will speak of my brother as I wish. You will not." Daemon warned
"Waiting in the Stepstones is a chance for you to prove your worth to any who might yet doubt it. We are the realm's second sons, Daemon. Our worth is not given. It must be made.'
Daemon's gaze shifted to Nya. Silently he stared back at her.
"Dont get me wrong, I would have killed your brother if he chose Laena but Corlys is right. The stepstone are a problem. We can fix it." Nya declared.
"You are willing to work with me?" Daemon mused.
"No, no, no Daemon." Nya corrected. "I am your superior. I am not working with you. You work for me."
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