The Wild Dragon.

Part 11.

Rhaegar's Pov,

Walking into the throne room, I see my father already standing there with his crown and BlackFyre in hand while the room begins to fill up.

Quickly making my way over next to Ser Harrold as I hold the hilt of my sword. The room only  continues to become fuller and fuller,but I  can't stop the smile that grew on my face as  I see Rhaenyra walk in the room.

Seeing Daemon walk in with that smug look of his, I raise my brow by the crown he's wearing on his head.  And then my father dares to call me Arogant? Look at the idiot walking our way.

As Ser Harrold and the other King's gaurds take their swords out once he reaches us, i simply look him up and down.  When he stands only a feet in front of me.

"Add it to the chair." Daemon says as he holds the hammer out before dropping it to the ground.

Seven hells the tension got to love it, seeing Ser Harrold sheet his sword again he picks up the hammer before father speaks.

"You wear a crown. Do you also call yourself King"? "

"Once we smashed the Triarchy, they named me King of the Narrow Sea." Daemon awnsers as people start to mumble between each other.  He's King of whores with how many he visits and that's all he'll ever be king off.

"But I know that there is only one true king, Your Grace.  My crown and the Stepstones... are yours." The slippery snake says as he kneels down before taking the crown off.

Seven hells, my father should have killed him years ago.

"Where is Lord Corlys? " Father asks as my eyes continue to bore into Daemon.

"He sailed home to Driftmark."

"Who holds the Stepstones?"

"The tides... the crabs, and 2,000 dead Triarchy corsairs, staked to the sand to warn those who might follow." Daemon awsers before I hear my father walk over until he stands next to me.

As he takes the crown, he looks it over for a few seconds before handing it to Ser Harrold. And after that it's silent in the whole room for some time untill father speaks.

"Rise."

Seeing Daemon get up, father paths his shoulder before the snake leans his forehead against his chest, making all people start clapping while I'm trying  my hardest to hold my scoff.

"The realm owes you a great debt, brother. Come." Father says, making the two start walking out of the Thorne Room.

"I hate my life."  I mumble under my breath as I mentally prepare myself for the feast that's coming our way!

..........

Walking through the Godswood, I soon roll my eyes .

"I will not revisit this debate. You were always your mother's favorite. No, it's no great mystery. You were. Our mother, she had no regard for custom or tradition, rules. And I, sadly, was no great warrior." Father says as Nyra walks over while I lean against a tree.

"Congratulations on your victory. " Rhaenyra says, and I now couldn't stop the scoff that left my lips at the way. He looks at her.

"Thank you, Princess. "

" Perhaps Prince Daemon would care for a tour of the gallery? He hasn't yet seen the new tapestries gifted to you by Norvos and Qohor. " Alicent offers, and I shake my head.

"Oh. Would you like to see the tapestries?" My father says with some laughter as he pats Daemon's shoulder.

"He has no interest in such things." Father continues before Nyra speaks, and at her words, I slowly start walking over.