The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Seventy-One

Daemion sat on his throne...

The throne of Dragonstone.

The throne of his father.

The throne that once belonged to Aerion Targaryen and before him to Aerion's father... The grandfather of Aegon the Conqueror... Daemion Targaryen.

Daemion was lost in his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice...

"Daemion?"

Daemion blinked multiple times and rubbed his deep violet eyes with his black leather gloves hands before looking at Sly.

"Yes, what is it Sly?" Daemion asked calmly.

"Are you okay?" Sly asked as he raised an eyebrow and as usual ran his thick finger in his orange mustache. "You looked like a lost sea dog."

"I was lost indeed, my friend. Only in my thoughts." Daemion answered as he crossed his legs. "So what brings you to me? Has Aerea once again tried to sneak into the village?"

"No." Sly answered as he looked at Daemion sitting on his throne. "A few new recruits that have joined the training have been speaking about some disturbance in  the nearby Village." Sly spoke.

"What disturbance exactly?" Daemion asked as he narrowed his eyes.

"They say a very em... strange... Old man has been seen walking around the street holding bowel and speaking in riddles and nonsense."

"So what does that have to do to me? If he is harming anyone send a soldier to put an end to his disturbance, if he is not, then just leave him alone." Daemion said as he rolled his eyes and leaned back on his throne.

"The thing is that... In his mummers, he keeps repeating your name." Sly said.

My name?

"Has anyone spoken to him?" Daemion asked as he sat up straight.

"He has spoken to a few of the people. He has frightened some children. Saying that he's been seeing them in his sleep. Saying shit like that he can piss and see the colour of your fate." Sly hummed. "Do you want me to attend to him myself? Feed him to the fish?"

"No. I will see to him myself." Daemion said as he stood up and grabbed Dark Sister, which was leaning to his throne as he was sitting on his throne, and placed it on his waist. "Perhaps he can tell me whether I can feed Lyle Hightower to Modread or not." Daemion said with a dry humour.

And with that, Daemion walked toward the doors of his throne room.

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Dragonstone could not look any more beautiful than that day. It had rained the day before, and now the sun warmed the sky as around him smelled like the sea.

As he passed by the shops and common folks of Dragonstone, they would quickly look upon his tall height and Dark Sister on his waist, and bow their heads as they called him what his father was before him:

"The Prince."

Prince of Dragonstone.

Daemion gave a gentle smile to whoever made eye contact with him as he passed them by. Some smiled back, some blushed and some only looked away.

As he walked deeper into the village, he could see that by the corners of the village, which were closer to the shore and sharp stones, were less crowded, and people were avoiding it.

Close to the shore stood an old man with round shoulders holding his body straight with the stick by his side.

He wore an old dark blue cloak that covered his shoulders, and his losing black and grey hair was messy and so was his thick grey beard, as he held a bowl with his free hand, holding the small coins that people who passed him by had given him.