The Red Queen|D.T|HOTD

King of the narrow sea

Valyrian = Bold
Season 1 episode 4:

Maenya POV

These past few months Rhaenyra had been on a tour to look for a husband.
She got a choice of who she would marry.
I unfortunately did not get that choice.
I was not sent on a tour. All I know is that my father has gotten multiple letters about a betrothal to me. I know he hasn't answered any of them yet but eventually he will.

I stood next to my father's throne as he put on his crown, and held his sword as people came flooding into the throne room amongst them was Rhaenyra.

Ending the tour months early without a betrothed by her side.
Classic Rhaenyra.
Taking everything that is given to her for granted, I don't know why I expected anything else.

Footsteps were heard coming towards the throne room and everyone turned.
Lo and behold, it was Daemon.

I hadn't seen him in three years, the last moment we had spoken was tense moment, were he stole a dragon egg, disobeyed his king, threatened to kill Rhaenyra yet stood down when I had told him...
I hadn't thought about that day in a long time, but seeing him again brought back lots of memories...emotions too.

He walked down the centre of the throne room, knowing everyone was staring at him, and looks like he couldn't give a damn.
He had a crown made of crab legs on his head and as he got close to the throne and had a sword pointed at his chest he looked up at my father.

He turned his own sword around, so he was holding the blade, and the hilt was faced towards my father
"Add it to the chair" he said nonchalantly and dropped the sword to the floor

I smile came across my features and I went to fiddle with my necklace. It was only then I realised that it was the same necklace that Daemon had given me all those years ago.

I was slightly embarrassed, what if he thought I was wearing it for him?
I like it, I like that, it connects me with my ancestry, though I'd be lying. If I said, I wasn't happy that he would see me wearing it.

Silence filled the throne room until my father spoke
"You wear a crown do you also call yourself a king?"

"Once we smashed the triarchy, they named me 'King of the Narrow Sea'...but I know there is only one true king, your grace" Daemon said, looking my father, dead in the eyes as he went down to his knee, took off his crown and held it up for my father to take
"My crown and the Stepstones...are yours"

"Where is Lord Corlys?"

"He sailed home to Driftmark"

"Who holds the Stepstones?"

"The tides... The crabs... And two thousand dead Triarchy corsairs, steaks to the sand, to warn those who might follow"

My father storms down his throne and walked up to Daemon, it was the first time I've seen my father actually show some strength with his title.
Everyone was holding their breath to see what would happen.
Would he take off Daemon's head with his sword?
Would he embrace his brother?
Would he order him down to the dungeons?
It was such a tense, unpredictable moment, no one could guess.

"Rise."
He then took his brother into a hug as applause from the crowd started.

It was only then I truly started to examine Daemon.
He cut his hair short...
Did I like it?
I have to say I did like his long hair but the short suited him, I wonder if he intends to grow it out again...

It was only then I realised that everybody had started to leave the throne room, and I had probably spent the better half of five minutes thinking about his hair...slightly embarrassing...

I started to walk out, and then by the door I noticed Daemon, looking at me.
His eyes wandered down to my neck, and a smirk appeared on his Handsome face. Once he saw the necklace, and then he was gone, walked round the corner by my father.

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I went to touch the necklace again and a fluttery feeling took over my stomach...