Traitor / Larys Strong / Otto Hightower (3)

2. Bad Idea Right?

Previously in book two...

"Storms end." Aelsa agreed. "Im sorry Aemond, maybe she's cute?"

"Thanks." Aemond mused.

"You are on your own kid." Aegon laughed as he passed. Aelsa shook her head.

"You are the best!" Aelsa added as Aemond moved to Vhagar. "Okay next order of business. We need to show strength. We are not worried, we are on top."

"A party." Aegon agreed.

"Something like that. We will have a social gathering, food and drinks and discuss plan and show the houses we are on their side." Aelsa remarked. "Tis what parties are for."

''I'm Princess Lucarys Velaryon. I bring a message to Lord Borros from the Queen.'' He remarked as he got to storms end. They brought him inside and he built up his courage.

''Prince Lucarys Velaryon. Son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen''. They introduced and Lukes gaze went to Aemond Targaryen of all people.

''I brought you a message from my mother. The Queen.' Luke corrected.

''Yet earlier this day I received an envoy from the King. Which is it? King or Queen?'' Borros countered smugly. ''The House of the Dragon does not seem to know who rules it. What's your mother's message? Where's the bloody maester?'' they waited as the maester stepped forward grabbing the scroll. He read it over with distaste. ''Remind me of my father's oath. King Aegon at least came with an offer. My swords and banners for a marriage pact. If I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed?'' He looked to Aemond, he was to be married as part of their agreement if he sided with Targaryen, Hightower. ''Boy?'

''My lord, I'm not free to marry. I'm already betrothed.'' He answered honestly.

''So you come with empty hands.'' He chuckled ''Go home, pup, and tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at me to set against her foes." Luke stared back at him before nodding.

''I shall take your answer to the Queen, my Lord.' He headed out but Aemond spoke up moving towards him.

''Wait. My Lord Strong. Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm, trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost...' Aemond offered the smile on his face was nothing less than vicious.

"Things are looking up right?" Aelsa offered. Larys cocked his head back at her. "Say something." She begged.

"I just have a bad feeling." Larys remarked. "We are about to enter the great war."

"And Rhaenyra is the anti hero, Rhaenys has karma coming her way, its still raining, I thought midnight rains were supposed to be a good thing." Aelsa remarked glancing out the window.

"Thats a false legacy for weddings." Otto corrected.

"Anyways, Aegon is bejeweled with a crown and I think I just might be the mastermind that solved all our problems." Aelsa went on.

"All our problems?" Otto mused.

"As long as we have storms end, Rhaenyra will see it is a losing battle, so many of the houses got on their knees willingly. Rhaenyra will be asking herself would've, could've, should've but its too late now." Aelsa decided.

''I will not fight you. I came as a messenger, not a warrior.'' Luke stammered.

''Fight would be little challenge." Aemond agreed. ''No; I want you to put out your eye. It's payment for mine. One will serve. I would not blind you.' He removed his eyepatch and a gem was revealed where is eye used to be. ''I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.''

''No.''

''Then you are craven as well as a traitor.' Aemond remarked smugly as Luke backed up

''Not here." Lord Borros demanded.

''Give me your eye, or I will take it, boy." Aemond threatened spinning his blade in his hand.

''Not in my hall." Borros demanded ''The boy came as an envoy. I'll not have blood shed beneath my roof.'' Aemond smirked back at him as he put his blade away but his glaze was vicious still. ''Take Prince Lucerys back to his dragon. NOW!"'' The storm ragged on outside and Arrax was unsettled when Luke approached him.

"Focus!" Luke demanded. ''Pay attention, Arrax!" Luke begged trying to settle him. ''Be calm! Listen! Obey!''

Thunder and lightning struck around them, ragged waves beating against the shores.

''focus focus and be calm Arrax.'' Jace pleaded as the storm raged on. ''listen...'' he climbed on his back sailing through the storm "Fly ARRAX.'' Wind whipped around them his wings flapping aggressively as he tried to go to vicious winds thunder and lightning echoed around. The storm only picking up moving faster gaining speed, when he saw aemonds dragon vhagar came flying right at him. His dragon was the largest dragon in the world, would've eaten him in a moments notice this giant jaws.

''Quickly! Turn!'' Luke begged as Aemond laughed out chasing after him. Trying to get out of the way of Aemond and his dragon flying through the storm barely able to see meanwhile Aemond joyously chased his nephew but slipping through the stony cliff sides, luke evaded him. Arrax was small enough to move through, his dragon it just kept going putting the tight spaces in between the mountains. Hidden among the clouds in the storm and darkness

''You owe me a debt! Boy!'' Aemond shouted but arrax came blasting fire in vhagars face.

"No ARRAX," Luke pleaded, ''save me,'' Luke begged pulling him up into the air. They found clear skies above the storm. But vhagar came faster than Luke could react. Chopping at Arrax again and again Luke screamed aemond couldnt control vhagar, Vhagar was angry and kept at it. Arrax fell broken apart wings severed from his body. Luke nowhere in sight.

Aemond was saying all the wrong words, he was supposed to have sweet nothings but this hit different. Dead. He couldnt be dead. Luke dead. A child dead meant worse than war. It meant revenge, for the whole capital. No one would be safe.

"Aelsa?" Aemond whimpered. "I didnt mean to... say something." He begged. Aelsa swallowed the lump in her throat as she glanced around the room.

"Maybe usurping the crown was a bad idea." Aelsa decided.

"A little too late for regrets now." Aegon countered.

"Aelsa? Aelsa!" Alicent demanded. "What do we do? What do we do!" Aelsa stared around at them speechlessly. Aemond told them what happened and there was no coming back from that. That was clear as day. They were fucked.

"I don't know." Aelsa whispered her eyes searching the ground for an answer. Otto came up putting a hand on her back. "I don't know." Aelsa whimpered. She thought of her own children if they were killed she would go on a rampage, she would do the unspeakable, the unthinkable to avenge them. Rhaenyra had dragons, Daemon had men still loyal to him on the guard. Who could they trust once Rhaenyra knew what happened?

"You are the hand!"

"I'm not the king!" Aelsa reminded them.

"You told us-"

"Yes Aegon will be a good king because we will make sure of it but they will retaliate." Aelsa remarked trying to remember to breathe.

"We need to strike again before they do." Aegon declared.

"This was all just a bad dream... right?" Aelsa questioned Larys.

"Aelsa!" Aegon begged.

"I dont know. I didnt have this problem of uncles killing illegitimate nephews when viserys was king!" Aelsa shouted back. "I dont know! I just dont know!"

"You are the hand. What do we do."

"I am the hand." Aelsa agreed as though she just realized what needed to happen. "I am the hand and... I quit."

"What?"

"I dont want to deal with this." Aelsa decided. "Larys. Get the kids we are leaving. I quit."

"Aelsa.' Otto begged reaching for her.

"Nope I quit. I'm done."