THE HEALER PRINCE ( House of dragon reincarnation)(OC x Alicent)

Part 52

Chapter 52

AENYS TARGARYEN

"There will be no damned Council!" he replied, making his niece halt for a second as she looked at him with a complicated expression.

In all this succession of nonsense, Aenys had forgotten one of the most fundamental aspects of this whole ordeal. The Grand Council and why he had been against such an idea.

"What do you mean?" Rhaenyra questioned as she wiped away her tears, a frown marring her expression.

"As I said, there will be god damn council," he replied, reiterating his words.

"But the lor..."

"The lords have no say in who rules over them. The calling of the Council was one of our grandfather's biggest mistakes, a mistake that I will not repeat," he reiterated. And truthfully, it was this very point over which he had fought with his grandfather and had been exiled.

"Daemon may do whatever he wants, but your father has declared you as heir, and all the lords swore fealty to you when he did so," he reminded her, and she nodded.

"So, any lord who forgets his vows from that day and breaks them shall be a traitor to the Crown. And the Crown shall not tolerate any such traitors," he finished in a rather cold tone as Rhaenyra's eyes widened at his implication.

And he was not joking. The Council had made the lords feel entitled, more powerful, and self-important, as if their combined will could shackle the Royal family. Yet they were wrong. This was not a democracy. No, this was a monarchy, a monarchy in which each and every one of those lords served at the behest of their family, and it was time that such a notion was enforced upon their minds once more.

"You cannot mean..." she gasped, but he shook his head.

"I do, and that is the reality of it. All those who support Daemon will need to be punished and brought to heel, though I wouldn't worry too much about that," he replied, recalling the letter he had sent to Viserys and his other plans for tackling that bastard.

"I don't believe many would rise up in his support," he reassured her, and he could see that the thought of such drastic punishments unsettled her, yet she still nodded her head.

"I hope so as well," she replied, and he nodded before she questioned.

"Apart from that, when are we to leave the Vale," she questioned, and he stood up, as he answered.

"I am set to leave in an hour or two," he replied, his words catching her by surprise.

"What? Why?" she questioned, surprised by his answer, yet he did not wish to divulge the details about the reason for his rather hasty return.

"I have some things to take care of in the capital, though you shall return later, on Syrax," he told her, and as she was about to speak up, he cut in.

"...slowly and carefully," he admonished her. The truth was that he would have liked to accompany her on the journey, but he had to rush back to the capital, and Syrax was slow, much slower than his Grey Ghost.

"But why must I stay? I could join you," she said, and she shook his head.

"No, you cannot. Lade Jeyne has organized a tourney for us, it will be rude if none of were to attend. You shall attend the tourney tomorrow and then leave afterward in the night if you wish," he told her and saw her nod reluctantly.

And with that, after a set of further instructions, he moved out of the room, heading to his own as he prepared for the journey ahead.

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