Bringing the Dawn

LXII.

Jaeron Targaryen

Kings Landing, 301 AC

Everywhere he went there were peacocks. People literally walking around with their chests puffed out like they were the most incredible thing to grace the world. It wasn't these people that bothered him surprisingly, what did were the people who both puffed their chests out and deliberately held their noses up high as a show of importance.

Gods, there were so fucking many of them.

From as little as squires to the highest Lord's, looking down on anyone who wasn't 'them' like they were nothing but dog shit on their shoe. A feeling Jaeron knew well from before he had known the truth of his birth. It had been ten days now since Robb had ridden out, and two days prior Margaery and Shireen had arrived in the capital. Seeing the way people were looking at his cousin removed lit a flame deep within him. People had cautioned him massively on keeping Shireen close, but he trusted Howland and Howland did make a good point. By keeping Shireen close he has the Stormland's in his pocket loosely. Win Edric Storm over and he'll have them fully in his grasp.

If only Shireen had known Edric growing up, because then he could've used the familial link to his advantage. Alas, that was not the case and so he needed to find more ways to tie the Kingdom which bordered the Crownland's to the south to him. A feat that was not going to be easy because he was a Targaryen, he was the son of the man their previous King had killed himself on the battlefield by crushing his chest in with a warhammer. He'd let the two settle in for a day before seeking an audience with both separately. Ravens were flowing in of people declaring for him and others more or less spitting directly on his face.

Not that he expected more because Stannis was still a prisoner in Dragonstone, Joffrey was on the loose as were the other Lannister's, and now Balon fucking Greyjoy had claimed himself King. He had very few people around him he trusted wholly, and that weighed heavily on him. At least he had Elissa nearby at all times because reports of what was going on in the Kingdom's would be considerably easier to retrieve rather than trusting whispers and stories.

Of all times for the bloody Ironborn to rear their arses, it had to be now.

He'd never liked them, never trusted them, and never saw their ways as incredible. Theon boasted often on being the future Lord Reaper of Pyke and how his father had only wanted to elevate his people to what they were owed for being driven out of the Riverland's by his own ancestor and loyal men from the Riverland's. Harren Hoare was hated by almost everyone but no one dared to attack because his army and defences in Harrenhal were just too large of a task to take on. Once Harrenhal was scorched and every occupant in the castle alongside it though, there were no defences left and so it had been easy to drive the remainder of them back to their stupid islands.

Not that he had much time to think further on it though as there was a gentle knock on the door and a voice he didn't recognise saying that Princess Shireen was here. That had caused a lot of contention, the decision to let Shireen keep the title of Princess. Jaeron saw the potential difficulties it would cause farther down the line but as of right now allowing her to keep her title would further keep the Stormland's and the Crownland's Lord's who had supported Stannis at bay. Not to mention the Florent's, which he was hoping would further bring Edric Storm into the fold considering his mother was a Florent. The main branch might've declared for Joffrey, but the branch he had relations with through family ties somewhat had not.

"Enter."

He called, the young girl walking in with a man he remembered from when he had visited Dragonstone last. Ser Davos Seaworth. Confusion whirring in his mind for barely a moment and deciding to ask at a later date.