The Death of War

Chapter 24

Daemon and Aegon meet to parlay about the war. Helaena has a very unsettling vision. I hope you guys like it. 🥰

Daemon's soldiers were in position, not moving as they waited for the parlay that would be taking place. Caraxes was behind him as he looked around, making sure no one would sneak up on them. There was a nervous energy in the air as everyone stood still and waited. There was a screech and Caraxes looked up at the sky, a warning sound coming out of his mouth as he moved closer to Daemon. The gold dragon did a few loops before landing a few feet away from where Daemon was. He smiled when he saw Aegon, he looked nothing like the king he called himself, more like a boy playing war. Aegon's forces appeared behind him, moving around Sunfyre and standing close to Aegon's left. Most of the soldiers stood back as Daemon and Aegon started to walk towards each other, except for Criston Cole. The man followed his king like the dog he was.

Aegon came to a stop a few from Daemon and gave him, what Daemon was sure, the boy thought was a smirk. "Uncle."

"Cunt." Daemon answered, not in the mood to play games. He wanted this over with so he could return home with his wife and children. "Let us finish this."

"I am the rightful king." Daemon rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as Aegon spoke, his voice annoying him. "If you and Rhaenyra stop this useless war and swear allegiance to me then I will allow you all to live, and you can even keep Dragonstone."

"And if we do not?"

"Then I will kill you," Aegon answered and puffed out his chest.

"Well, let me tell you my conditions then." Daemon's voice was mocking. "You will give up your claim and you will not have to swear allegiance, mostly because I would not believe you anyway. If you do that then I will not kill you, you will be exiled to live in the free cities where you can spend your days drinking and whoring to your heart's content. You can even take your whore of a mother with you." Criston's eyes narrowed and his hand went to the hilt of his sword, making Daemon roll his eyes again. "Your grandsire will be executed because he is a traitorous cunt." Daemon gestured towards Criston. "And Ser Crispin will be executed also, besides the fact that he is a traitor, I do not like his face."

Aegon just stared at him, his eyes narrowing as he seemed to think about Daemon's offer.

"I am the rightful heir." It sounded like a whine instead of a statement. "My father's last wish was for me to become king."

"Really?" Daemon's voice held disbelief. "Your father had twenty years to name you heir and still did not. He held Rhaenyra's claim up until the end, but you are telling me that at the last moment, just before he died, with no one around but your mother, he decided that you should be king?" The more he talked the more Aegon seemed to fidget and looked around, almost like he was afraid that his soldiers had heard. "And that does not seem a little strange to you?"

"My mother would not lie." Said Aegon with a glare.

"Really?" Daemon laughed. "Did you know that your mother fucked your father days after his first wife had died? Your grandsire sent her to the king's chamber so she could whore herself and become queen."

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Criston Cole pulled out his sword, his face filled with hate as he glared at Daemon. "You will not speak about the queen in such an insulting way."

Caraxes stood, his long neck whipping around as he let out a loud whistling sound, making Criston and Aegon take a step back. Daemon did not even bother to reach for his sword and just ignored the knight.

He looked at his nephew, making sure the man could see the truth in his eyes. "This is your chance to live Aegon, because if you make me fight you I will not give you the choice to be exiled. I will just kill you and be done with it."