Ice and Fire (Rhaenyra Targaryen x male reader)

The Red Dragon, the Ice Blue, and the Gold

*A few days later*

A Black Council meeting is being held in the Chamber of the Painted Table

"Ser Criston Cole's host has taken to exploiting the tree cover to conceal its movements. He now only travels by night to confound our dragons." Baela reports.

"And what is Cole's heading?" Lord Celtigar asks her.

"It is difficult to say, but there were signs of an army moving northwest, I believe." Rieka answers.

"She believes." Lord Massey laughs mockingly.

Rieka and Baela then walk around the table to their Jace, Beira and Tormod

"You two should've burned them when you had the chance." Ser Alfred remarks grudgingly to the 2 girls.

"Perhaps you can, Ser Alfred, when you next sight them on your dragon." Baela and Rieka retort as they get to the other side of the Table.

This causes Rhaenys, Vhaela and Maya to let out a proud slight chuckle

"The only reason we know any of this is because of Baela's and Rieka's efforts." Jace and Tormod say, defending them.

"What do we know, my prince, my lord?" Lord Celtigar questions them. "If you ask me, it is little and less." he tells him.

Jace is resting his hands on the pommel of his sword like his father does

"We know that Cole possesses a host that is growing in strength and that it is a problem." Rhaenys and Vhaela explains.

"Can Daemon hope to meet it with his own in time?" Lord Massey asks them. "And if I know the Riverlands, he has more disentangling ahead of him than the end of a Lyseni orgy." he informs her as he turns to Ser Alfred while throwing up his left arm.

"Mind your tongue, my lord." Beira cautions him firmly.

"Have you heard word from your father?" Lord Celtigar asks Baela.

"No." Baela answers simply.

Jace then holds Baela's hand to comfort her, which Rhaenys, Vhaela and Maya notice. Jace then rests his hands back on the pommel of his sword

"Ravens were sent to Harrenhal seeking news of Daemon's progress with the Riverlords. None have, as yet, returned." Maester Gerardys, looking at the kids and then at the Velaryon women and Maya.

"Just so. An enemy host, growing in constitution, marches somewhere in the vastness of the Crownlands." Ser Alfred begins. "We could, perhaps, act if only we had a host of our own." he suggests. "Or someone here to lead us." he adds.

"Mind your tongue, Ser Alfred." Jace and Tormod caution him firmly.

"Does it speak falsely, my prince, my lord?" Ser Alfred asks them rhetorically as he turns his head to them. "This council is rudderless." he tells them.

"We're doing our best to steer it, Ser Alfred." Rhaenys, Vhaela and Maya inform him.

"Why should your voices be any louder than ours, Princess and Ladies?" Ser Alfred questions them, standing up. "The queen and king did not name any of you Hand." he reminds them. "It is their voice that we need to raise alliances and command our vassals." he explains to her. "But they are gone." he states loudly.

"What has come of this council?" Corlys asks disapprovingly, announcing his arrival.

Ser Alfred gasps softly when he sees the angry Lord of the Tides walking closer