Burn Together ❖ Daemon Targaryen

Chapter 8

Viserys had been true to his word about compromising with his daughters on who they would each marry, and their relationship with him was definitely being mended. And in his path to marry them off, he had sent them off on a marriage tour of Westeros to meet able bodied men and knights and Lords who would petition themself for the hand of one of the princess

After a few months of this, neither princess had shown any interest in the men they had been shown, and were growing tired of the endless charades

Currently they were at Greenstone listening to another group of men try and parade themselves and their accomplishments in order to try and woo them.

Lord Dondarrion was standing before them at the moment, a man older than their father and who looked as if he was knocking on death's door. 

"The wall at Blackhaven are unscalable vassalstone. And the castle is surrounded by a deep, dry moat. It is well fortified against any future Dornish incursions. And though my seat may be lesser in size, it is situated most pleasingly." he grinned. His voice had gone hoarse, clearly old age was affecting him, and he went to pour himself a glass of water and Rhaellanne rolled her eyes and turned to Ser Roderick beside her

"Save me," she hissed

He stifled a laugh and Rhaellanne turned back to the man before them, who was speaking again. "The view across the Marches is inspiring, so said Queen Alysanne herself when she honoured my father and I-"

"And tell me, Lord Dondarrion," interrupted Rhaenyra "Did you think our great-grandmother as beautiful as they say?"

The men of the room chuckled and Lord Dondarrion looked slightly alarmed. "This was half a century ago, Princess." 

"Yes, it was." said Rhaenyra coldly

Lord Dondarrion clearly took the hidden message and nodded before moving aside to where the rest of the rejected suitors were waiting. "That was unseemly, Princess." whispered Ser Criston

"The man is older than our father. It's unseemly for him to put himself forward as a contender for either of our hands." hissed Rhaenyra

"Next!" called Ser Harrold

The next contender stepped forward, and in stark contrast to the man before, he looked around 10 and seemed like a small puppy. "And now a child." sighed Rhaellanne

"The Blackwoods are an ancient house with a formidable army." The boy started "In the Riverlands, they once ruled as kings. The blood of the First Men still flows in their veins."

"Go on..." said Rhaenyra, waving her hand

"My Princesses...ours is a bond that has long endured, since Lucas Blackwood, the grand sire of my grand sire, aided the Dragon in his war of conquest..."

"Aye, the Blackwoods truly turned the tide on that one." jeered one of the rejected suitors, Lord Bracken

The young boy ignored him and continued speaking. "Coursed with the blood of the First Men, our history is deeply rooted in this land, which your house has made its home. If chosen as one of your matches, Princesses...your days shall be easy and nights safe under my protection."

"'Protection'? The Princess Rhaenyra has a dragon, and the Princess Rhaellanne has three, you dumb cunt." joked Lord Bracken, making the others laugh

Rhaenyra giggled "I could learn to like that one." 

"Let us have the next so we may go to supper." said Rhaellanne

The young boy nodded and was about to walk off, but then Lord Bracken said "Craven."