The Sea Dragon (House of the dragon fanfic)

32: Petitions Petitions Petitions

Six years ago

It had been three days since Harwin got to the gates of Dragonstone, patiently waiting for Rhaenyra to return.

And as the sun rose, Dragons clouded the sky, there. He knew that Rhaenyra and his children had returned and eagerly stood at the gates.

"Princess Rhaenyra, there is an urgent matter that needs your attention" one of the guards informed her. "Well then, tell me"

Rhaenyra and her guard walked to the gates of Dragonstone, a person stood opposite the gates, dirty and wearing torn clothes.

But as she got closer, she gasped, "Open the gates, bring the maesters!" She yelled to the guard. She tightly held Harwins hand as she led him into the castle.

Six years later

Daemon, Rhaena and I watched as they stood at the Wierwood tree,"Aemond!" I said as I reached them. Daemon and Rhaena stood aside as he spoke with Baela.

"Mother!" Aemond said as he hugged me, "How you've grown" I smiled rubbing his cheek. I looked behind Aemond to see my mother.

"Mother" she averted her attention from Baela and Rhaena to me. "It has been so long" she said playing with the ring on her finger.

"Rhaena?" I called out and saw Rhaena approaching, they shared a small greeting then Rhaena stood at my side.

"Petitions?" I said as I raised an eyebrow, she sighed, "Vaemond wants Driftmark to pass to Aemond"

"Perhaps he should get it" I said and she sent me a look, "Aemond has been your ward for six years, Lucerys not" she looked away to Aemond and Baela.

"Aemond and Baela has taken an in each other" she said, "Perhaps they should marry" I jested, she sent me a serious look.

"Oh, then perhaps they should, you may think about it"

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As Daemon and I walked the walls, I couldn't help but think of Laenor, perhaps I should write to him, to others he might be dead, but he is very much alive.

I nodded my head as we reached Viserys chambers, i drew in a sharp breath and Daemon rubbed my back. It had been years since I saw Rhaenyra and it was not a comfortable situation.

"Princess Rhaenyra, Lord Strong" Daemon said, years ago when Herrenhall was set on fire, Harwin lived and Rhaenyra married the man.

I looked between the two as they held hands, I plastered on a fake smile. "It has been so long since we've been granted the joy of your presence"

Rhaenyra felt uneasy and placed her hand on her swollen belly, "Indeed...your grace" she said sternly, "I hope the journey was well, Lord Strong?"

Harwin raised an eyebrow, "Upon our arrival, we weren't greeted properly, my love?" Rhaenyra said as she looked from Harwin to Daemon the to me.

"I'm sure the Queen and Hand had pressing matters to attend to, what could we know of ruling a kingdom" Harwin slyly said, "Do not forget yourself, Lord Strong, you still stand in the presence of your queen"

"I do not rule, as you well know, Daemon and I are but stewards at the Kings will and wisdoms" I said politely, "And how is that wisdom expressed? In blinks and weezs?" Harwin questioned.

I placed my lip in a thin line and looked at him, perhaps he should've died in that fire. "My brothers condition has worsened since you've last been here" Rhaenyra scoffed, "which subjects him to considerable pain and on the advice of the maesters..."