Rich Man / Tyland Lannister / Aislynn Hightower

22. The Nerve

"Can i punch her?"

"No."

"She wants to fuck you. Thats just disturbing." Aislynn remarked. Otto gaped back at her. "Yesh. Bitch had the nerve to call her my mother and say once she married you I would have to listen to her."

"The nerve of that woman." Otto declared. "I swear tyland is the only sane one in that family."

'Your Grace... I had this forged in the Golden Gallery in honor of Prince Aegon.' Jason said coming up to Viserys

'It's quite a thing.' Viserys said as Jason handed off the spear.

'I hope it might provide the killing stroke against your white hart. The King of the Kings wood. It's as if the Seven themselves have blessed this day.'

'Thank you... for your generosity.' Viserys told him stiffly but Jason was not done.

"Shut up shut up shut up," tyland whispered bringing a glass to his lips. He saw jason deliver the spear and hoped that would be the end of it.

'I would be honored to take the Princess Rhaenyra to wife, Your Grace. What I offer you, The crown and your daughter, is strength.' Jason told him. That wasnt awful Tyland thought as he shifted from foot to foot. He didnt even know why he wanted tyland to succeed. But he was his twin. Arrogant ass that he was, jason was family.

'Do you think that House Targaryen wants for strength?'

'If someone offered you more dragons, would you not take them?' Jason questioned.

"Shut up." Tyland murmured. Aislynn rose a brow and followed his gaze.

"Oh he fucked up again." Aislynn decided.

'Do you have dragons to offer?' Viserys countered

'Casterly Rock is a splendid seat. Rhaenyra may take her place there by my side without shame, and feel herself well-compensated for her loss in station.' Jason offered

'What loss of station?' Viserys sneered liking the lannisters less and less. Aislynn was already a problem but he was stuck with aislynn. Tyland was a good improvement. He was good on the council though viserys hated to admit it.

'If you were to name young Aegon heir, Your Grace'. Jason remarked.

'And when would I be doing that?' Viserys questioned incredulously.

'I had assumed... as he's your firstborn son... Many of us had assumed...' Jason said awkwardly.

"Did you bribe jason?" Aislynn pondered.

"No. But i like how he thinks." Otto agreed.

'Many of us, you say? Have your bannermen questioned my choice of heir?' Viserys demanded.

'Of course not, Your Grace.'

'It is your sworn duty to report rebellion stirring in my kingdom.' Viserys bit back.

"Get ready to step in dad and Ty get ready to pull Jason out by his ear." Aislynn suggested.

'Rebellion? There's been nothing of the sort, Your Grace. I, I...' Jason stuttered nervously.

'I did not decide to name Rhaenyra my heir on a whim. All the lords of the kingdom would do well to remember that. Thank you... for the gift.' Viserys said stiffly.

'Your Grace.' Jason said nervously stepping back. Tyland promptly whacked him over the head.

"What the fuck Jace!" Tyland reprimanded his twin.

'Wine.' Viserys requested forcing a smile at Alicent.

'The huntsman has the trail, Your Grace, and has sent out the hounds. It won't be long now until the white hart is cornered. Your prize is within reach.' Otto said coming to sit down at Viserys side. Giddy. Jason put the thought in viserys head and although viserys didnt seem happy it would benefit otto if others thought aegon a better heir. 'What do you make of Lord Jason's proposal?'

'That man's pride has pride.'"

"Thats a nice way of putting it." Aislynn offered. "Hes awful. But Ty is perfection." Otto cleared his throat tipping his head. Aislynn headed off Amelia snug against her chest.

'You're not only Rhaenyra's father, you're the King. She'll do as you command.' Otto reminded him. Although aislynn was never commandable.

'It is not my wish to command her, Otto.' Viserys told him 'I want her to be happy.'

'There is another choice beyond Casterly Rock. One, perhaps, you might be more comfortable with. One... closer to home.' Otto suggested slowly.

'Who do you have in mind?'

'Prince Aegon.' Viserys looked to his son just turned two Aegon was babbling beside Tobias and Titus. Amelias eyes drifted open and closed breathing heavily as she lay against Aislynn.

'The boy just turned two, Otto.' Viserys reminded him

'Yes, but it would cease the endless proposals for Rhaenyra's hand.' Otto told him hoping that his grandson would be king one day and Viserys started to laugh. 'Betroth them.'

'I came here to hunt... not to be suffocated by all this fucking politicking.' Viserys spat

'Let us speak no more of it.' Otto agreed leaving his side.

"That clearly went great." Aislynn remarked.

"Clearly."'otto muttered.

"Hello lord Otto." Ceira declared.

"Gods. Ty I love you but I can't. I just cant baby." Aislynn remarked getting up.

"Hi lynnie-" alicent whispered. She looked tired as well.

"We are heading home, Amelia needs to not be here." Aislynn remarked.

"You or her?" Alicent countered.

"If im in the same room as Ceira another moment I kill her." Aislynn agreed.

"Go, thank you for coming." ALicent remarked hugging her.

"You spoken to viserys tonight?"

"Ive been avoiding him." Alicent admitted. "Why?"

"Jason spoke to him. About rhaenyra. About aegon..." aislynn shrugged.

"You want aegon to be king too?"

"I dont know. I want to go home. Get my babies to bed. Kiss my husband and forget Ceira Lannister is related to me now." Aislynn remarked. "Night sweetie. See you when you get back."

'Is everything all right, Your Grace?' Alicent questioned coming up to a large and crackling fire where Viserys stood, needing solace.

'You know, I... I named her... to protect the realm from Daemon. She was my only child. "The Realm's Delight." I named her out of love because I no longer believed...'

'Believed what, my love?' Alicent questioned and Viserys sighed

'Many in my line have been dragon riders. Very few among us have been dreamers. What is the power of a dragon... next to the power of prophecy.'

Aislynn stared out the carriage window as they headed home. Tyland reached out grabbing her hand.

"Your father looked like he was trying to ward off evil when my mother approached him." Tyland whispered. Aislynn smiled leaning into him. "I knew that would make you smile." He whispered kissing her temple.

'He may not be white, Your Grace. But he's a big lad.' Harwin remarked as they got closer to the Hart.

'Your Grace... for the kill'. Jason offered his spear and Viserys took it. The hart bellowed and thrashed in their restraints.

'Right here, Your Grace.' A huntsman remarked showing him where to strike. The hart wailed but didn't fall 'One more time, Your Grace. A little bit to your left.' The huntsman told him so again Viserys struck. The hart shrieked before collapsing to the ground. The hunter applauded their king. But he didnt feel worthy of praise.