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"My sweet boy..."
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Five Months Later...
Elaina stood patiently on the side of the Iron Throne, Viserys a foot away from her and the crown being placed upon his head. Her arms were occupied with her five-month-old daughter, and little Aegon next to his mother, gripping at the side of her dress.
Alicent stood on Elaina's right side, staying close to her sister. Yet, her eyes remained on a silver-haired princess who had just returned from her tour. Elaina had her gaze set on a certain knight, with curly hair she had grown to like. Their eyes met, sending one another a small smile.
An audience was called as Daemon Targaryen was home, his arrival had Viserys angered yet relieved that he was alive. Elaina had reminded herself to send a raven to Laena and Laenor, as she would check to see how the young warrior was.
The doors opened wide, and the room went silent. Every pair of eyes darted toward the entrance, awaiting Daemon Targaryen. His hair was shorter than the last time she had seen him.
Daemon struts into the room with a crown upon his head, his eyes trained on Viserys. Before glancing toward Elaina, his eyes stayed on her figure for a moment and then glanced down at her arms and side where her children remained.
Elaina held her daughter tighter, as Aegon sucked his thumb and inched closer to his mother. Elaina held her stare, not wanting to give Daemon whatever satisfaction he can get from her. The Rogue Prince smirked at her challenge and looked away to stare at his brother once more.
A knight extended his sword toward the prince, the tip pushing slightly against Daemon's chest. Elaina held onto Aegon and brought him closer to her side, almost shielding him away from the scene. Alicent glanced down at her nephew before holding out her hand for him to take.
Daemon reached out his own sword, before dropping it on the floor. A loud clanging echoed around the room. Aegon covered his ears, not liking the sound.
"Add it to the chair," Daemon said, his eyes unwavering from Viserys. The knight lowers his sword, as Daemon moves back.
"You wear a crown. Do you also call yourself 'King'?" Viserys asked, an unexplainable emotion plastered onto his face.
"Once we smashed the Triarchy, they named me 'King of the Narrow Sea,'" The crowd murmured at his words, knowing the consequences of the claim.
"But I know that there is only one true king, Your Grace," Daemon kneeled before his brother, taking his crown off his head.
