ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞
⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to...
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✧✦ PART ONE ✦✧
⤷ NINE; the man ⤶
TO HAVE A SEAT ON THE ROYAL COUNCIL WAS SAID TO BE amazing but they did not know how boring men could truly be, especially men who wished to be in a higher power. It had been two moons since Rhaenyra was chosen as heir and her father waited patiently for Daenys to finally come to her senses. Life was dull considering where both sisters were in the moment.
Daenys had to sit and listen as they went on over the same topic that could have easily been taken care of. Rhaenyra still cupbearer for these meetings, rolling her eyes at every whine or complaint from these tiny men.
After a short while, Daenys finally began to listen to her father's words. "He passed in peace, I hope," Viserys looked at the maester Mellos, another man Daenys despised.
"Yes, Your Grace, he was found to have passed gently in his sleep," Mellos reassured him. "His remains are being prepared by the Silent Sisters. The succeeding Lord Commander, Ser Harrold, would like to make haste in finding Ser Ryam's replacement on the Kingsguard."
"Your Grace. my Lords, my princess. The Kingsguard must soon be restored to its full complement of seven," Ser Harrold began, stepping forward with the hand on the hilt of his sword. "With the help of the Hand, I've invited a number of fine candidates to court. All have passed fair trials."
A loud bang was heard and the ever so late Lord Corlys walked into the meeting "Four ships have now been lost. The last one was flying my banner." He seethed glowering at the king. "The Stepstones have now grown into a conflagration, the Crabfeeder grows stronger everyday, yet you sit here and dither about court business."
Sighing quietly in frustration as she listened on to the lords "If you've something to discuss, Lord Corlys..." Lord Otto was cut off by the angry lord of the tides.
"I want to know what is to be done about my ships and my men." Zoning out once again at the continuous debacle when she heard her little sisters voice speak up.
"You have dragonriders, father. Vicious ones at that." Rhaenyra looked at her sister with a pleading expression. "She's right father. Send me, Karnax has been wanting to sink his teeth into something."
"It isn't that simple girls." protesting as she always did "It would show a great force to send the kings eldest daughter."
"At least the princesses have a plan to help." chuckled Corlys as he shared a smirk with Daenys who raised her cup to him. "The princess Daenys is a fine warrior, she and her dragon would surely be helpful."
Rhaenyra noticed the annoyed expression her father sent in her direction making her back track "I only meant that we should at least..." Ser Otto cuts her off with his misogyny and a sickly sweet smile "Perhaps there's some better use for the Princess's talents, your grace."
