It did not come as news to you when your father had dragged to the Red Keep. You had expected this, Vaemond Velaryon would be challenging Lucerys' claim to Driftmark following the worsening condition of Corlys Velaryon, Lord of the Tides. Your uncle, his brother. You were also very sure that if pressed Alicent and her father would support your father's claim against Lucerys was also a direct claim to Rhaenyra's right to the throne, as well as Jacaerys.
you walked threw the halls with your father quickly and you told him as he walked
"Don't be too ambitious, and hold your tongue if you get agitated," you told him
you knew exactly how your father was and he had a hard time holding his tongue, he opened the door and we were announced, your eyes fell onto Aemond who was already staring at you, but upon being caught his gaze quickly went elsewhere. He became quite handsome.
"My Queen, My Lord Hand," his speech of ambition started, " The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria."
you stood off to the side, as he spoke your hand clasped together in front of yourself
"The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins, My daughter's veins" he spoke truthfully
"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." Rhaenyra interrupted, "If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. You only speak for yourself and for your own ambition."
you shifted your weight nervously
"You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Alicent commanded
"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." Vaemond spat at Rhaenyra
your face was covered in concern, "father" you hissed through clenched jaws
"My queen, my lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor... the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides." Vaemond finished
"Thank you, Ser Vaemond. Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son."
"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very..." Rhaenyra started but was cut off by the guard's announcement
"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm." The guard announced
Every head in the building turned to look at the sickly king. It has been years since you yourself had seen him out of his chambers. His grace made it to the throne with some assistance from his brother, Daemon. At first, he had put up a fight but gave in knowing he could not make it on his own.
"I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is Princess Rhaenys." King Viserys declared.
"Indeed, your grace," Rhaenys started, stepping forward, " It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark passes through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him." Rhaenys spoke proudly, "As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." King Viserys was delighted to hear this and have this discussion be over.
"Well... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides."
Rhaenyra smiled at her son.
Vaemond stepped forward aggressively, anger was written all over his face, you reach for his wrist
"Father," you said
"You break the law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it." he spat words out in fury
your eyes widened as she took a step back, wanting no part in what was about to occur
"Allow it? Do not forget yourself Vaemond." Viserys threatened
"Father, don't," you said once more
"That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine.", he said with a wicked smile
"Go to your chambers, you have said enough" Rhaenyra shoved her children behind her.
"Lucerys is my trueborn grandson." Viserys said, his voice raising ever so slightly, "And you... are no more than the second son of Driftmark."
"You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned..." fathers eyes scanned this room, "I will not see it ended on the account of this..." He hesitated, his eyes locking on Daemon, who was smiling
"Say it," Daemon demanded.
"Dont, hold your tongue," you said
"Her sons... are bastards!" he screamed throughout the hall, loud distinct chatter was heard from all, "And she... is... a whοre." declared Vaemond.
your hand clasped together you sighed, this had no good ending. you reached for your father's wrist to pull him out
Viserys rose slowly from his seat, unsheathing his dagger, "I will have your tongue for that!" He shouted
Viserys need not stress his body, for Daemon was ahead of him, unsheathing his blade and slicing Vaemond Velaryons head off, his body hit the floor and his head rolled to the Green Family's feet, you gasped blood hitting your face. Halaena covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, being held by her mother
"NO" you cried dropping to your knees
you looked at his corpse as a tear ran down your cheek
"He can keep his tongue." Daemon jested, wiping the blade clean on his linens
"Unarm him!" The hand shouted,
"No need." Daemon sheathed his sword once more, holding his hands up in the air.
you looked up at him and he looked down at you. You looked back at your father's sliced face as blood seeped into your dress, You let out soft sobs over his corpse, all of the court watching you mourn. The entire black family retreated to their designated chambers.
your chest rose unevenly, Aemond looked down at you once more. What were you to do now? You took his body into your arms as more blood and other visage soaked into your dress, You looked at his severed face as tears mixed into the gore.
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