𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖, ʰᵒᵗᵈ

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

The next day the sun shined bright into the tiny houses, into the fields, the small city, and into the Castle where everyone stood in the Throne room, waiting to know who will take after Corlys Velaryon seat.

It was sunny, yes, but gloomy inside those who will be brought up to The Hand, to fight for what's theirs,

And there was Delia, next to her husband, besides her sister, as her children and nephews stand behind her. No matter how much Delia might look like she's ok, deep down she's not.

After hearing Aegon's confession about loving her in a way a brother shouldn't Delia has been distant with Daemon and Rhaenyra for the whole evening. She just couldn't look at them in their eyes. but also who is she kidding, stuff like this passed down through generations and generations, and even before the Doom of Valyria.

But even though it was okay throughout generations, it wasn't okay to her. Delia could not think of why he would have this sorta feelings for her. When he was a teenager, she treated him with kindness and love, but not in that way.

She treated him like a human, anyone would right? So she doesn't know why he would think like that.

And Rhaenys, Delia was completely flattered, but she would rather stick with Daemon's original plan and not complicate things.

Rhaena and Baela belongs to Jace and Luke. They complete each other.

"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 Hightower stands above the Throne, looking down at the people from below.

Delia was brought out of her ramping thoughts to see Lord Otto standing in front of the Throne, thinking he belongs on it. She truly did not understand what she was thinking, and how she found this man attractive at a young age.

He is annoying and very aggravating.

"As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters." Just than he sits down on the Throne making Delia scowl, and Daemon notices.

He grabs onto his wife hand and pulls her closer, knowing it is taking every bone in her body to not slice Otto Hightower throat in front of everyone, including his daughter and grandchildren. "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."

Of course he would call upon him first than her sister Rhaenyra. Daemon and Delia both glare at the man before them, as he greets the Queen and the Hand.

"The history of our nobles 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. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end of their bloodlines and their name."

Daemon and Delia eyed each other, coming to an understanding they both want this man to die. He is a threat to Rhaenyra already, and is already proclaiming treason of swiping Lucerys of his claim.

He could not stand any longer.

"I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brothers seat. I am Lord Corlys closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins."

"As it does in my son's, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as the supplant it's rightful heir." Rhaenyra speaks up finally. "No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition."

"You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Alicent says, now raging Delia more.