Fire and Blood: Fury in Fire (Rewritten)

Chapter 8: Driftmark Petition Part 2: Fear the Color Red

The next day, court was now in session, the court of petition for the succession of the Driftwood Throne, the title for the Lord of the Tides, and Master of Driftmark, Vaemon and Maeva got up out of their bed, the night before Vaemon had another dream.

Inside the Dream...

Vaemon had woken in his dream, he was flying, he was on a dragon, it wasn't Thurrax, the dragon was a shadow, he was flying underneath black clouds, he saw two dragons flying around, the shadowed dragon heightened the flight, it flew up towards the opening of the clouds, Vaemon saw a smaller dragon trying to get away from the larger one.

They kept following the two dragons at every turn, Vaemon sees clearly it was a small black dragon, and the other was green, the green dragon went up higher and then chomped its jaw over the other, killing the smaller dragon.

End of the Dream...

They get dressed for the day, Vaemon had a red tunic with a red hood and a black belt, Vaemon's Silver Princess came out of her dressing room with a silver white silk dress and a red belt, the Red Knave fazed by the beauty of his Silver Princess, he smiled, grabbed her then pulled her closer to him, touching her thighs rubbing the silk against her skin, his fiery kiss was deep on his Silver Princess.

Suddenly a little boy came running inside of the bed chamber, Little Daemon, Vaemon picked him up then walked out with his son in arms, and his Silver Princess, they went to visit Jaehaerys who was held in the arms of a wet nurse, Maeva took her second son in her arms, they spent time in there for a bit before handing the babe back to the wet nurse, they next head to the Throne Room where the court of the petition was held now, Little Daemon was now walking.

As they entered, people all had their eyes on the Red Knave, their faces were stoic, Vaemon knew there was hatred on his lawful wife, Daemon stood out from his place waiting for his grandson to come running into his arms, Vaemon tapped his sons shoulder.

"Jurnegon, kepusigon/Look, grandpa."

Little Daemon started running towards his grandfather, he was scooped up by Daemon and was smiling, Rhaenyra was smiling as well, Little Daemon would spend some time with Rhaenyra, but most the time he was seen with his grandfather, Daemon saw the Greens looking at him, seeing he was enjoying the presence of his grandson, they heard that Vaemon had named his son after his father, and the Greens knew, well Otto Hightower knew that Daemon would grow to love the little boy.

When Vaemon and Maeva took their places on Rhaenyra's side, suddenly someone jumped on Vaemon's back, it was his sister Baela Targaryen, she already hugged Alysanne when she arrived in the Throne Room, they all look upon the Hand of the King, he starts his speech while sitting on the Iron Throne.

"Though it is the great hope that Lord Corlys survives his wounds, from this day, a petition is held on the succession of Driftmark, it will pass down to Lord Corlys' brother, Ser Vaemond Velaryon, please, step Ser Vaemond speak in your petition"

Ser Vaemond Velaryon steps up in front of the Iron Throne for his speech.

"My Queen, my Lord Hand I simply put myself forward for the survival of my House, I am the one only unimpeachable blood of my brother the Master of Driftmark, Lord Corlys Velaryon"

Rhaenyra takes over the speech, talking to the knight of Driftmark.

"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Ser Laenor Velaryon, you do naught to care of only your house and not ours, no, you only care for yourself and your own ambition."

The Queen in green scolded Rhaenyra.

"You'll have your chance to talk of your petition Princess, do Ser Vaemond the pleasure in his speech"

The Red Knave spoke against Alicent.

"Shut up, green bitch, Rhaenyra had the right to speak."

"How dare you, have you forgotten your manners, as a dutiful Prince, I am the Queen"

Alicent said to Vaemon, and he bit back.

"You.. are Queen Consort, for the Gods sake, if you miss out that word once more, I WILL HAVE YOU FED TO THURRAX, understand?"

At the mention of his name, The Red King's roar shook the foundations of the Red Keep.

"Prince Daemon, are you going to let your son, talk to me like that?"

"I will let my son talk the way he wants, good sister."

The Hand spoke up against Daemon.

"Enough, Daemon keep your tongue still or I will have you removed from this very court"

The Red Knave bit back at the vulture nesting on the Iron Throne.

"Father stays, you so much as have the Kingsguard remove him, I will slice their heads quick, and then I'll slice yours, leech."

Daemon smiles upon Vaemon's remarks, Vaemon was just starting to become like his father, Ser Vaemond continues, when his stupid smug face looked at Rhaenyra, Vaemon looked at him, glaring right into his eyes like the dragon he is.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you, you still wouldn't recognize it,

My Queen, My Lord Hand, I place myself in front for my house, as the unimpeachable bloodline to the Driftwood Throne"

Otto sitting on the Iron Throne speaks once more.

"Thank you Ser Vaemond, Princess Rhaenyra, you may step up and speak for your son Lucerys Velaryon"

The Heir to the Iron Throne steps up.

"If I may speak, with farce I will start by reminding the court that nearly twenty years ago in this ve..."

Suddenly the Throne Room doors open up, in comes a hunched figure with a golden half mask on his face, it was to make him standout in the public eye, he also had a cane, it was King Viserys Targaryen, one of the Cargyll twin brothers announced the name of the King.

"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."

Vaemon has a nasty smirk on his face looking at Ser Vaemond, the King was walking on his last leg, he walks slowly towards the Iron Throne, by then Otto Hightower stood away from the seat of House Targaryen, His Grace stopped beside Otto.

"I will sit the Throne today."

"Your Grace"

Otto bowed, the King carried on, groaning in pain, Ser Harrold Westerling, the Lord Commander King Viserys' Kingsguard walked over to help but His Grace waved him off.

"I'll be fine, I'll be fine, thank you."

The King reached halfway up the steps, Vaemon and Daemon nodded after the golden crown had fallen off from his head, Vaemon was up on the steps of the Iron Throne, he put his hand on the King's back, while Daemon picked up the crown.

"I said I'm fine."

The King looked up and saw none other than his brother, he looked to the other side and saw his nephew, the Red Knave, Prince Vaemon.

"Come on."

Daemon said to His Grace, they both helped him up onto the Iron Throne, the King sat down, Daemon placed the crown onto His Grace's head, he turned around and walked back with Vaemon, when Vaemon stood by his son and his wife, Little Daemon asked a question.

"Who is he father?"

The little boy asked, Vaemon knelt on one knee and talked in a low voice to his eldest son.

"That's my uncle, the King, and he's your great uncle, grandma Rhaenyra's father, grand pa's older brother."

The boy was a good listener, his little face looked right into his father's eyes as he listened, after being told, he wanted to meet the King.

"Can I meet him now?"

"One day, Seven Hells maybe on the morrow, okay?"

Little Daemon nodded his head to his father.

"Right now we will let him do his duty to the Realm."

The boy smiled.

"Okay"

Vaemon stood back up on his feet, the King set his cane by the arm rest of the Iron Throne and spoke.

"I.. must admit.. my confusion, I don't understand.. as to why there are petitions held, over a settled succession, the only one present in this court to hold the succession, is.. the Princess.. Rhaenys Targaryen."

Ser Vaemond Velaryon quickly screwed his head to Rhaenys' way, the Blacks looked towards Rhaenys as well.

"Indeed Your Grace."

Princess Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was steps up to speak.

"It was ever in my husband's will that the succession passed down to my son Ser Laenor Velaryon, then to Lucerys Velaryon, his mind never changed, nor did my support of him, just then the Princess Rhaenyra talked to me of her desire to marry her sons to Lord Corlys' granddaughters, an agreement to which I heartily agreed.

She told me the order of the betrothals, Prince Jacaerys will marry Alysanne, as she will be Queen Consort when he sits the Iron Throne, Prince Lucerys will marry Rhaena and Prince Vaemon will marry his sister Baela, to take her hand as his second wife.

Vaemon already has children Your Grace, by his lawful wife, Lady Maeva Elindal of Dragonstone, one standing in front of us, a boy named after his grandfather Prince Daemon, you should see your brother with his grandson, they are never separated."

The King looked towards the little boy who was smiling to His Grace, Viserys returned the smile before turning to look at the people in court.

"Well then, it's settled, Prince Lucerys Velaryon, will succeed as Master of Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides."

Vaemon creepily screws his head towards the person talking Ser Vaemond Velaryon.

"You break law, after centuries of tradition, to install your daugter as heir, and yet you tell me who gets to inherit the name Velaryon, no, I will not allow it."

"Allow it."

The King quoted.

"Do not forget yourself Vaemond."

"THAT is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine."

Vaemond screamed pointed at Luke.

"Go back to your quarters, you have said enough."

Rhaenyra tried to order her sons back to their bedchambers, His Grace spoke again, in between, Vaemon tugged on Daemon's tunic.

"When he says it, put Dark Sister to his throat, hold him hostage."

Daemon nodded.

"Lucerys is my trueborn grandson, and you.. are no longer the second son to 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."

Alysanne stepped up.

"As did ours, not only your house, Aegon the Conqueror escaped the wrath of the mountains in Old Valyria as well, yours, is not that special.

The Silver Grace said shaking her head, Vaemond glared at her, Vaemon glared at him, the Driftmark knight screwed his head to Luke.

"Gods be damned, I will not see it ended, on the account of this.."

"Say it."

Vaemon heard his father say, he had an evil smirk on his face, everything was going according to his plan, it was now enforced by the Rogue Prince, so the plan was sped up.

"Her children, are BASTARDS, and she.. is.. a whore."

Vaemon's evil smirk on his face turned into a furious one, he didn't expect that word to come out of the seahorse's mouth, Viserys stood up from the Throne.

"I.."

He unsheathed the Catspaw Dagger.

"Will have your tongue for that."

Suddenly, a well known Valyrian steel sword was placed on Ser Vaemond's throat, he was turned to a furious looking Prince Vaemon Targaryen, the Red Knave walked up to him.

"You said, you will cut your veins and show blood of true, how about I will demonstrate mine."

Vaemon unsheathed his dagger of dragon glass, he cut his hand, a stream blood came pouring out of his hand.

"This stream of red, is the blood of the dragon, the blood of loyalty, will and duty."

He wiped his hand over his hair, staining the blood over his silver slicked back short hair, he grabbed Vaemond's hand and slits it.

"This stream of red, is the blood of the seahorse, the blood of duty, calumny and profanity."

The Red Knave threw down Vaemond's hand and nodded his head outside of the Throne Room, everyone followed, the Red Knave's son, Princess Rhaenyra, Alysanne, Jace, Luke and Joffrey. The Greens and His Grace followed as well, they reached outside the wall and up the hill to where the Red King sat, the Red Knave walked up beside the great red beast, he patted Thurrax on the muzzle, he unclipped the strap of his silver half mask, took it off, he turned for people to see his red iris, then turned to fully face them.

The people were terrified to see him, a brand over his left eye and his red iris on his right eye, which made him look terrifying, for the Valyrians to hear, he spoke in High Valyrian, the language of his ancestors and his origin, in which he made as his own kingdom.

Nyke, Darilaros Vaemon hen Targarien Lentor, Brozi elie Nuho, se Darilaros hen Vedros, Darys hen Uepa Valyria, se Kepa Zaldrizoti se Mele Kiritzoz./I, Prince Vaemon of House Targaryen, First of my name, the Prince of Fury, the King of Old Valyria, the Father of Dragons and the Red Knave, sentence you, Ser Vaemond Velaryon of Driftmark, to die by the Red King's dragon fire.

The Red Knave turned to the Red King, the great beast of pure red scales looked towards his rider, he gave a growl of hate on Vaemond, finally the command commences.

"Drakarys/Dragon Fire."

Harshly scratching the letter K in the word, the Red King looked at Vaemond and was glaring at the knight in the eye, Daemon pushed Vaemond onto the grass, the Red King tilted his head to the right and let out a ball of pure red flame with white swirls, the knight of Driftmark was now engulfed in flames, when Thurrax stopped, there was no body, or ash, Ser Vaemond Velaryon was completely gone.

Thus far, the lords paramount and vassalage, people of the Seven Kingdoms, even the smallfolk have learned to fear the color red.

The reign of terror, of the Red Knave has just begin.