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THE FOLLOWING MORNING, Rhaella had been awoken by Marjorie to prepare for the hearing of petitions that would occur later that morning.
Rhaella was nervous to say the least. Not only for herself but for her sister and nephew as well.
Whatever decision was made about the succession of Driftmark would alter Rhaenyra's claim to the throne.
It would also determine who would wed Rhaella. She did not want to be trapped in King's Landing under her mother's control any longer.
She wanted to be free from her mothers torment and control. She wanted to be the one that was able to control her own life.
As Rhaella entered the throne room with Ser Cregan by her side she couldn't help the annoyed expression that found it's way to Rhaella's face when she noticed the Lord Hand standing before the Iron Throne instead of the King.
She thought it was disgusting for him to sit upon the throne as if he was the King. As if he were her father.
"I cannot believe Driftmarks succession is in the hands of my usurper cunt of a grandsire." Rhaella remarked as the two walked down the aisle.
"Not to mention he wants to wed you to your own brother." Cregan remarked as the two turned to look at Aemond.
"It could be worse. She could have wed me to Aegon." Rhaella remarked with a shrug.
"I suppose so." Cregan agreed as the two made eye contact with Alicent.
Her eyes instructing the two to stand with them instead of Rhaenyra.
Rhaella looked away from her mother and towards her sister, who gave the girl a warm smile and a reassuring nod.
"Come, my love." Rhaella smiled as she intertwined her hand with Cregan's and led him to stand with Rhaenyra.
"Sister. Lord Stark." Rhaenyra nodded to the two as Marjorie stood beside her brother while Luke stood beside Rhaella.
"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark." Otto announced as he stood before the throne.
"Which belongs to its rightful heir, Luke." Rhaella remarked under her breath earning a small smile from her nephew.
"As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters." He announced before sitting on the throne.
Rhaella scoffed as she rolled her eyes at her grandsire's words.
"The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."
Rhaella turned and watched as Ser Vaemond throw a glare at Rhaenyra as he stepped before the Lord Hand.
"My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas.
