Fetish / Larys Strong

72. Grim Reaper

Viserys was getting his daily treatments as per usual when Otto came in to check on the kings status. Birds were chirping in the early morning sunlight. Blyana was getting Lucia ready, she was talking a million words a minute. Blyana didnt know where Lucia got her energy from it wasnt from Larys and herself that was for sure. 

"I want to have supper, Otto." Viserys remarked.

'It is the morning, Your Grace.'' Otto said gently.

''Tonight. The whole of my family... are gathered at the Red Keep. I want us...'' Viserys struggled to keep his breath. ''to dine together.'' He groaned as he moved, the pain to much.

''Bring milk of the poppy.'' Otto instructed.

''No. Just arrange the supper.'' Viserys murmured.

"You look handsome, you happy to be sitting the throne today?" Blyana questioned as she fell into step with her father. 

"How could you tell?" Otto mused. 

"You would make a good king." Blyana decided. 

"You think so?" Otto questioned curiously. 

"I think if you and Ali listened to each other you would be unstoppable." Blyana agreed. "Oh, excuse me there is my wonderful husband." Otto watched her run off kissing Larys cheek before running her fingers through Bellamys hair. 

"mama," Bellamy mumbled. 

"Your hair is so long, what am I going to do? Not play with it? You wont let me trim it." Blyana reminded him. 

"I look more like dad." Bellamy corrected. "I dont when its cut." 

"And your father is very handsome." Blyana agreed. Lucia had grabbed Larys cane and was swinging it around, Larys leaned into Blyana for balance as she blocked the pathway, Otto just barely missed the whip of the cane as he walked past. 

"Be careful of your grandsire" Larys requested. Lucia smiled up at Otto and she looked so much like Blyana did that he didnt much care if she did. "Come here, little love." larys requested but Lucia kept spinning his cane like a baton. 

''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. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters.'' Otto remarked sitting proudly on the throne. "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon." He decreed

''My Queen. My Lord Hand.'' Vaemond said setting forward. ''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. 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 to their bloodlines and their name." Rhaenys held back the groan as she hated having to defend her claim, her grandchildrens claim against Vaemond. ''I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond went on.

"Oops!" Lucia declared when the cane went flying. 

''As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir.'' Rhaenyra spoke up the cane came down with a thud in front of her, she startled back before glaring back at Alicent as though she planned it. ALicent tried to hide her smile.