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MAERA WIPED HER TEARS WITH HER HAND. VISENYA DID NOT MAKE IT. She was a still born, twisted and malformed, The maesters told her. Maera longed for a little sister, she wondered if Dameon felt guilty for not being there when her mother was first calling for him.
Maera held a hand against her sword, frowning at a Kingsguard approaching them. She held her guard up until she realized it was Ser Erryk, she could tell it was him by his beard, and not his twin. He approached Rhaenrya and Daemon, Two Kingsguard point their sword to him, stopping him.
"I mean no harm brothers." Ser Erryk takes off his helmet. The Kingsguard move aside, allowing him to move forward at Dameon.
Ser Erryk gets on his knees, and reaches in his bag, pulling out Viserys Crown. He holds it up to Rhaenrya. "I swear to ward the Queen, with all my strength. And give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall guard her secrets, obey her commands. Ride at her side and defend her name and honor."
Daemon takes the crown, analyzing it. He looks back at Rhaenrya. Daemon slowly walks towards Rhaenrya, and places the crown on her head. He gets on his knees, looks up at her.
"My Queen."
Rhaenrya looks up at Maera, Maera nods her head at her mother, and kneels. Rhaenrya looks at everyone else, who bends the knee, except Rhaenys who just stares at her.
Maera smiled when Rhaena gave her mother wine, and when Rhaenrya called over Baela at the table. "What is our standing?" Rhaenrya asked. "We have 30 nights, 100 crossbow man and 300 men arms. Dragonstone relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired. We have sent word to my loyal man in the City Watch. I'll have some support there, but I cannot speak the numbers." Daemon informs.
"We already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton, Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon." The maester said. "My lady mother was an Arryn. The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin." Rhaenrya stated. "Riverrun was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace. With Prince Daemons acquiescence, I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover."
"Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed. He will need to be convinced of the strength of our position and that we will support him should it come to war." Rhaenrya said. "I'm going to treat with him myself." Daemon replied.
"What of Storm's End and Winterfell?"
"There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath, and with House Stark the North will follow."
"Lord Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises." Rhaenrya said.
"Stroms End will stand with us." Maera said. "I am close with Lady Aurora, and Brandon is quite devoted to me. I apologize, My Queen but Borros is a proud man, He will not raise his banners from his father's promises.
