The Gentle Queen: HOTD

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So I said to him, Well, I believe you might be looking up the wrong end." Viserys joked; there was a round of laughter at the kings joke before they got back to business.

"My lords, the growing alliance among the free cities has taken to styling itself. The Triarchy has massed on Bloodstone and is presently ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation." Lord Corlys informed the council, wishing for the matter to already be done.

"Well, that sounds suspiciously like a good new Lord Corlys." King Viserys told him happily as he munched on some peanuts.

"A man called Craghas Drahar has styled himself the prince admiral of this triarchy; they call him The Crabfeeder due to his incentive methods of punishing the enemies."

"Are we meant to weep for dead pirates?" Visery's questions in disbelief about pirates were nothing to him except stupid, pathetic poor men that wanted havoc.

"No, your grace," Lord Corlys said as Rhaenyra entered the room, picked up a jug of wine, and began filling the cup, as that was her duty as her father's cupbearer.

"Rhaenyra, you are late. The king's cupbearer must not be late; it leaves people for their cups." Viserys mused, smirking at his daughter, who smiled and rolled her eyes.

"I was visiting mother," she replied, leaning down and kissing his cheek, but the king smelled smoke. "On dragon back?" He questioned her, amused.

"I rode Syrax before Lilly made sure I would be on time. I just got sidetracked. I'm sorry."

"Lilly, who is that?" Viserys asked, not remembering the name. "My youngest daughter, your grace, is a quiet girl who spends her time with the princess and her sister, my other daughter, if she is not in the library or with the Queen," Otto said.

"Oh, the red head, correct? "he asked.

"Yes, your grace," Otto said, nodding to him.

"She is the one mother talks about," Rhaenyra replied, pouring him some wine.

"Your grace at Prince Daemons urging the crown to invest significant capital, and with the retraining and reequipping of his City Watch, I thought you might urge your brother to fill his seat on the council and provide an assessment of his progress as commander of the watch," Lyman Beesbury told him as well as the rest of the council.

"Do you think Daemon is distracted by his present tasks? And that his thoughts and energies are occupied?" Viserys was questioned, as he thought giving his brother the job would keep him occupied, so he didn't have time to cause trouble and annoy him.

"Well, one would hope so, considering associated costs," Lord Bessbury told the king, feeling as if his gold was not being put to good use.

"Then let us all consider your well-invested gold, Lord Bessbury," Viserys said, trying to sweep the matter under the rug, but Lord Beesbury was not ok with that; it needed to be dealt with.

"I would urge that you not allow this triarchy much latitude in the Stepstones. Your grace if those shipping lanes do not fall will beggar our ports."

"The crown has heard your report, Lord Corlys, and takes it under advisement." Viserys replied even though he could care less.

"Shall we discuss the Heirs Tournament, your grace?" Otto asked the king

"I would be delighted," Viserys states happily. "Will the Maester name day prediction hold Mellos?"

"You must understand that these things have all been poring over the moon charts, and we feel our forecast is as accurate as it can be," Mellos told him.