The Dragon-Tamer

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Otto Hightower let out a groan as he was roughly shaken from his sleep. His eyes adjusted to the light and he was surrounded by guards.

"Get up, Hightower," One guard pulled Otto up by the arm, "The Queen wants to have a word with you."

Otto scoffed, "Has my daughter finally come to her senses?"

Another guard shoved him, "The Dowager-Queen don't want nothing to do with you. You'll be receiving sentencing from Her Majesty the Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen."

Otto's eyes widened in shock, "You mean to tell me they crowned that bitch after all?"

"Watch your tongue!" Otto received a blow to the head, sending him to the ground.

Otto spit blood out on the floor, along with a tooth. He noticed a jagged piece of wood under his cot. Otto decided that if he was going down, he would take that bitch with him.

He made quick work to grab the wood as the guards pulled him up. They dragged him out of the dungeons and through the halls of the Red Keep. Servant and a few courtiers stopped and stared at the former Hand, whispering all kinds of things.

They reached the throne room, and Otto was shoved into the room. He stumbled going down the stairs but eventually found his footing. Otto looked up at the Iron Throne and saw Rhaenyra sitting upon it, Aegon the Conqueror's crown resting on her head.

"I see you wasted no time in taking your father's place so swiftly, Rhaenyra," Otto said, narrowing his eyes at the woman.

"Just as you wanted so desperately for Aegon to usurp me," Rhaenyra smirked, "Look where we are now."

Otto stepped closer to the throne, "So what happens now? You put me on trial for conspiracy and send me back to Old Town?"

Rhaenyra shook her head, "Conspiracy...and murder."

She stood up and slowly made her way down the stairs, "I know what you did, Otto."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Otto shrugged innocently, "What murder?"

"Don't play dumb, Otto," Rhaenyra said as she got up in his face, "Tell me why you did it?"

"Did what?"

Rhaenyra sighed in frustration, feeling a headache coming, "Did poisoning Aemma make you feel powerful? Like you were going to win this stupid game?"

"Lady Aemma is dead?" Otto faked a look of surprise, but his eyes held so much amusement, "How unfortunate; I'm sure that Lady Feyre is simply devastated."

Rhaenyra was done playing this game, "We already have witnesses, including your own daughter, that are willing to testify against you so, unless you want to confess yourself, I really don't need you here."

She motions for the guards to take him away. But Otto would have the last say no matter what. He pulled the wood from his sleeve and ran towards Rhaenyra. He let out a loud cry as he plunged the sharp wood into her stomach.

"You may have gotten the crown, but it won't be for long, Princess," Otto twisted the wood, making Rhaenyra groan in pain, "I hope you rot in hell along with that little shit, Aemma Tyrell. Once I get through killing her bitch mother, there is nothing that can stop me from keeping my family, my blood, in power!"