The Green Queen

Chapter 15: The Confrontation

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Criston Cole

The knights assembled their weapons and armors early in the morning. Cacophony of busy crowd preparing for a possible battle makes Criston nervous.

Today they are preparing to sail to Dragonstone to confront the attempted treason of the Rouge Prince. As not the chosen heir he should not be staying in Dragonstone,which is where the Heir for the throne should be. Princess Rhaenyra should be the one and her uncle tries to steal what's his friend's seat of right.

The men of the royal order are now gathered, prepared to sail together with Lady Alicent's father, the Hand of the King Otto Hightower. The knights of the City Watch were also dispatched to travel with the Lord Hand. Now there are at least near thousand men deployed.

He was about to mount his horse to travel to port when he heard his name called.

"Ser Criston!"

He turned around and saw the lady running towards him,holding her skirt.

"My lady?!"

Alicent catches her breathe before speaking, gazing straight to his eyes. He feels his cheeks warmed.

"Please look after the Hand, Ser Criston." She plead.

Criston's heart breaks a little. This sail must be inducing fear in his lady's heart for her father. He steeled his self.

With eyes hardened he also stared straight at Alicent. "I would risk my life to protect him, m'lady." He promised.

Alicent's face soften. He then mounted his horse. She waved goodbye to him as he went to the port.

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Otto

"Welcome to Dragonstone, Otto. "

Daemon Targaryen greeted Otto with a smirk, giving the urge inside him to wipe that damn smirk on his face.

Him volunteering him self to confront Daemon is a risky action. While he may be injured in his plan to provoke this Rouge Prince, once he show Viserys his wounds he acquired from the King's brother he could now convince him to exile Daemon forever,if the god's would smile upon him then force Daemon to take the Black.

Good thing he approved with his daughter's proposal to fund the Citywatch a while back, because if not he wouldn't have this near thousand loyal men behind him, surrounding Dragonstone as witnesses and gurds against Daemon's antics. He may have a dragon but using the beast will further cement his destined punishment.

"Your occupation of this island is at an end. You're to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, banish your whοre, and leave Dragonstone by order of His Grace, King Viserys." He said as he held his chin up.

"Where is the King? I don't see him." Daemon even pretend to look around, as if Viserys would just pop out of nowhere.

Otto huffed. "His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce."

Daemon just stared at him, then he diverted his eyes past him.

"Ser Crispin, wasn't it?"

Otto felt his patience snapping. How dare he ignore him?!

"Ser Criston Cole, my Prince." Answered the knight beside him. He then thought that he was quite familiar. Oh. He's the young knight following his daughter everyday,he heard.