Burn The Ships / Viserys Targaryen / Larys Strong

10. White Worm

Things I Wish You Said / Gregor Clegane / Vaera Targaryen

"I heard-"

"How are you so sneaky?" Lucia cut him off. 

"I'm me." Larys offered. Lucia smiled back at him through her mirror. "Do you want to hear what I heard?"

"Yes, tell me all the juicy gossip."

"No gossip love, Rhaenyra is going to be married off to Laenor Velaryon to try and stop Corlys from making an even bigger enemy out of the crown." 

"Using their daughters as bargaining tools. I feel bad for Laena. Rhaenyra they should give her to Dalton." 

"Greyjoy?" Larys countered. "The red cracken?" 

"Yeah, they could bond." Lucia agreed. Larys laughed kissing her temple. "THe festival is tonight." Lucia remarked grabbing his hand.

"You want to go? I will take you." Larys agreed. Lucia nodded as he rose up.

"It can be my early name day present." Lucia suggested.

"No, no, this is just because I love you." Larys assured.

"Can we see if Harwin wants to come?" Lucia questioned.

"I think he's patrolling tonight, we might see him out." Larys offered. lucia nodded. 

"Can we go back to Harenhal tomorrow larys?" There was no point in being here, Rhaenyra was back and she would surely make Lucia's life miserable, she would rather go home even if Harenhal was about as wonderful as a ghost town. 

Larys had plans for the capital he was going to rise up in the ranks he couldnt do that from Harenhal. He also loved Lucia more than anyone and she wanted him to come with. 

"If thats what you want." Larys agreed though without hesitation because he loved Lucia. "now come on, lets go to that festival." 

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'And now we come to the matter of the great Iron Chair... and whose bum it might bear. Our good King... names his daughter, a girl, his heir.' Daemon had brought Rhaenyra to a play, the crowd was enthusiastic. 'But then to him, a babe is born.' The actor portraying Alicent was grunting and groaning delivering a fake child for the audience.

'A son!' the speaker declared. 'To which heir might the chair bear? Who will it be? The brother? The daughter? Or the little princeling of three?' Daemon stared down at Rhaenyra as she watched the play of their lives. He didnt notice the strongs, why would he? He was focused on the heir to which he had to groom into seduction and it wouldnt be hard, Rhaenyra was easy. 

"Aegon would do better than Rhaenyra and Daemon combined." Lucia remarked. 

"You think?" Larys teased. 

"The world would be better if Aegon was in charge." Lucia agreed. "Can you imagine?" she laughed out. 

'Rhaenyra... the Realm's Delight, a girl so young and so slight... loved by all of her people, but would she make a powerful queen, or would she be feeble?''

'Feeble!' the crowd shouted and Rhaenyra's face dropped.

"Bitchy!" Lucia corrected. "Realms delight? What idiot thought she was a delight?" Lucia questioned. Larys shrugged. 

''Though Aegon, the babe Prince, might long for a claim, he has two things Rhaenyra cannot: a conqueror's name... and a cock.''

"I dont know that cocks make for good rulers but again, conqueror babe to the rescue!" Lucia declared.