Enchanted | Aemond Targaryen

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As sweet and tender as their love may be, the realm is filled with chaos and war.

And with the news of Lord Corlys's illness, chaos is brought to the city of King's Landing, in which Ser Vaemond Velaryon wishes to challenge Lucerys Velaryon's claim to the Driftwood Throne... meaning Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family must return to the Red Keep.

Whilst Rhaenyra and Daemon go to see the king in his weak and feeble state, Prince Jacerys and Lucerys opt to return to their old stomping grounds.

Prince Aemond Targaryen,  as dangerous as he is, will not simply allow his nephews to get him  that easily, not whilst in the training yard. But when Aemond does get  his hands on his little nephew... he will get revenge for the eye he no  longer has.

And then,  as the moon passes, the day of the petition is upon the realm. All gather within the Great Hall. The Greens stand by the throne, and Aemond positions himself in between his sisters, standing just a tad bit in front of them as to be able to protect them.

"  Though it  is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon  survives his  wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with  the succession  of Driftmark," Otto announces as he stands on the steps  before the  throne, " As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and  all other  matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond  of Hous Velaryon."

The   younger Velaryon brother steps forward, standing before the throne as   he casts a snide glance over to Rhaenyra and her children.

"   My queen," He greets, " 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 of their bloodlines and their name. 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, impeachable blood of  House  Velaryon runs through my veins."

"   As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon," Rhaenyra   quips, " If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond,  you  would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you  only  speak for yourself, and for your own ambition."

"   You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra,"   Alicent interjects, " Do Ser Vaemomd the courtesy of allowing his to be   heard."

The princess shuts her mouth as the Velaryon turns to face her with a smug grin.

"   What do you know of Velaryon blood, princess? I could cut my veins and   show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the  future and survival of my house, not  yours," he glances over to the  brunette boys and raven-haired woman, before he turns to face the   throne yet again, " My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood,   not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and   my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's   successor... the Lord of Driftmark, and Lord of the Tides."

Before Rhaenyra even has the chance to speak, the doors open, the sound loud and booming that demands attention.

"   King Viserys Targaryen. First of his name, King of the Andals and the   Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of   the Realm."

The   King hobbles to the Iron Throne with a golden mask upon his face. The   sight of him brings many tears to many eyes, especially as he wheezes   and groans up the steps. His crown falls from his head, and without a  second of hesitation, Daemon is already  there, helping his brother to  his throne, then places the crown back on  his head.