The Wild Dragon.

Part 34.

Rhaenyra's Pov.

Standing in the Throne room with Saera and our oldest children I look around for any sign of Rhaegar but he's nowhere to be found. 

"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters." The snake called Otto says as he dares to sit on the Throne.

"The Crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon." He continues making Vaemond step forward while I shake my head. If this all fails we may find ourselves against a army we can not defeat even with our dragons because then they'll also have more. 

"My lord Hand. 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 to 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, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." He says and i couldn't stop myself as i speak.

"And it also runs through Baela's veins, and Lord Corlys and Laenor where very clear about that they wished the Driftmark throne to pass onto her." I say making Alicent speak as my jaw clenches.

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

"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. " Vaemond says and I sigh  as I look towards Princes Rhaenys.

"Thank you Ser Vaemond." Otto says making Vaemond step back.

"If anyone else wishes to spe-" Otta starts before he's cut off by the large doors opening making us all turn around.

Rhaegar's Pov.

Walking towards the Throne room with Father besides me soon they open the heavy doors making all heads turn in our direction before the guard begins to speak.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the 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. And his son Prine Rhaegar of house Targaryen, prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne." The guard says as I stand next to father with my head held high and my hand on the hilt of my sword before we slowly start to walk into the hall that's absolutely silent at this moment as they look at us with shock. 

As the only thing being heard is the wood of father's walking stick hitting the stone as he is bend over while walking towards his Throne I slightly walk behind him before my eyes meet Rhaenyra's who looks still with shock at us. 

Coming to a stop briefly as father looks at Alicent before turning towards Rhaenyra he takes a few more steps untill he reaches the bottom of the stairs and turns towards Otto Hightower. 

"I will sit the Throne today." Father says making Otto give him a small nod. "Your grace." 

Seeing him try to get up the fist step some groans leave his lips before one of the King's gaurds runs over and tries to help him. "I'm fine." Father groans out making the gaurd step away, seeing father weakingly get up another step soon the sound of his crown falling is being heard as he rests his weight and forehead against the walking stick and i walk up the steps before picking the crown up.