Castles Crumbling / Helaena Targaryen/ Taelon Targaryen

5. Us

"Thank you brother." Viserys said when the small council left

"Are you alright?" Taelon questioned sitting beside him at the hand of the kings place.

"No I'm not." Viserys admitted "they all want me to..."

"Forget that you are human and need time." Taelon answered and viserys was glad he didn't have to tell him. "I can't imagine losing calla. So i can't imagine what you are feeling brother, honestly i don't want to ever imagine losing my calla... the thought makes me angry and devastated... what do you need brother. I'm here for you."

"A hug would be nice."

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'You cut the image of the conqueror, brother.' Daemon said as he approached the iron throne. Viserys sat staring down at him. News had broke that daemon was celebrating that awful night declaring baelon heir for a day. Viserys was rightfully furious.

'Did you say it?' Viserys demanded.

'I don't know what you mean.' Daemon told him casually.

'You will address me as Your Grace, or I will have my Kings guard cut out your tongue.' Viserys warned and Daemon's lips pursed. "The Heir for a Day." He clarified 'Did you say it?'

'We must all mourn in our own way, Your Grace.' Daemon said a smile tugging at his likes that he couldn't hide.

Calla yawned rolling over in bed she was disappointed to find taelons spot empty beside her. She sat up hearing a huffing of breath from the floor cautiously she peered down to see taelon doing push ups

"Good morning." She whispered. Taelon turned his cheek looking up at her as he dropped down into a low plank.

"Morning beautiful." He answered. She dropped to her knees kissing him before stretching out over his back. He grunted before pushing up and continuing with his next set.

"It's a good day." Calla decided.

"I'm getting you all sweaty gorgeous." Taelon remarked.

"Then we take a nice cold bath out better we run down past all those pretty wildflowers and then jump in the water." Calla declared stretching out over him

"Sounds like a plan. One more and— done." Taelon declared flipping them around she squealed with delight as he kissed her.

'My family has just been destroyed. But instead of being by my side, or Rhaenyra's,' Viserys shouted down at daemon. 'you chose to celebrate your own rise! Laughing with your whοres and your lickspittles! You have no allies at court but me! I have only ever defended you! Yet everything I've given you, you've thrown back in my face.' Viserys reminded him.

'You've only ever tried to send me away. To the Vale, to the City Watch, anywhere but by your side. Ten years you've been king, and yet not once have you asked me to be your Hand!' Daemon countered.

'Why would I do that?' Viserys questioned incredulously.

'Because I'm your brother. And the blood of the dragon runs thick.' Daemon reminded him.

'Then why do you cut me so deeply?'

"What's going on in there?" Taelon questioned pulling calla to a stop. She grumbled

"Taelon the flowers await!" Calla objected

'I've only ever spoken the truth. I see Otto Hightower for what he is.' Daemon told him defensively.

'An unwavering and loyal Hand?' Viserys suggested as taelon peered in.

"Taelon. Flowers..." calla tugged at his hand