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CHAPTER SEVEN.
DEBATE OF MARRIAGE
( 1.02 )
112 AC
IT had been months since Rhaenyra had been named heir to the Iron Throne. Since then, Visenya and Viserys' relationship had fallen into squalor. She was still beyond mad about Aemma's death even half a year later, however she was adjusting. Sometimes she'd forget and she'd go to tell her something, only to find her no longer there. When that happened, Visenya always felt a part of herself break off, joining with her mothers in the afterlife.
Daemon had been disinherited and had taken off to Dragonstone and had been residing there for the past six months. With him, also a whore, apparently. It wasn't uncommon that Daemon would be with whores for some time, but over six months was a new record for him. Visenya missed him dearly and was planning to visit him sometime soon.
Presently, she stood on a balcony looking down at the knights Ser Harrold had gathered to replace one of the fallen Kingsguard. Her face was a passive mask as she assessed each man. None looked good enough to be Rhaenyra's sworn guard. Unfortunately, Ser Harrold had been promoted and he was no longer her guard.
She herself needed a new one, considering she had chased the last one off by losing his tailing and sneaking off to the dragon pit without his knowledge.
Rhaenyra and Ser Harrold soon came and they stood watching the men together. Trailing after them was Otto. As Ser Harrold introduced one man the hall fell into silence. Otto whispered something to Rhaenyra before she spoke, "We thank you for your loyal service to The Crown, ser."
"But your services aren't needed. Next," Visenya spoke.
Ser Harrold glanced at Rhaenyra as he moved a podium to the front. It had the sigil of each other the men's houses perched on top, "Ser Rymun Mallister. Son of Lord Lymond Mallister of Seaguard. Winner of the melee at Cider Hall. He was the last mounted of three-and-twenty knights. Ser Rymun was knighted at eight-and-ten."
"Do any of these knights have combat experience?" Rhaenyra asked, which was exactly what Visenya was thinking.
"Beyond capturing poachers," Visenya added, a smirk curling at her lips as her lavender eyes addressed Ser Harrold. He nodded and moved another podium.
"Ser Criston Cole," the man stepped forward and Visenya smiled to herself. This was the man that had beaten Daemon in the tourney, "Son of the steward of the Lord of Blackhaven."
"Be welcome, Ser Criston," Rhaenyra stated before she leant forward to rest her arms on the stone, "You saw combat in the Stormlands."
"Dornish marches, Princess. I fought for a year as a foot soldier against the Dornish incursions. Ser Arlan Dondarrion knighted me after we razed two of the watchtowers along the Boneway."
