𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝...

Chapter Sixty

"Some veiled man came up to me in the early morning saying he wanted to speak with you and when I asked him about his identity, he stated that he is a relative and then he showed me. I kept him hidden away from the eyes of the court till now" Lord Rowan reported and my eyes shot back to Cregan's. "Did he say his name?" Cregan questioned. "No your Grace". Rhaenyra instantly pulled Helaena from me and Daemon from her father and stood far behind, whereas Aegon, Viserys, Daenerys, Daeron, Rhaenys and Cregan all stood at once facing the door along with Alexander, James, Matthew and Benjen. "Bring him in and leave it to us, Lord Rowan" Daeron spoke nodding at my Hand. "Act as if it's nothing but be ready for anything" I instructed and all nodded.

A man walked into the Great Hall, seemingly younger than Cregan and I. He was tall and powerful, with broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a flat stomach. He had strong Targaryen features, with deep purple eyes and silver-gold hair which he wore long, flowing down to his shoulders in a silvery-gold mane. Almost inhumanly beautiful and very similar to my eldest son, Aegon, as they both resemble Aegon the Conquerer. The man wore an armor that was ornate and costly, all black and red plate, and his warhelm was distinctive, with batlike steel "dragon wings" on the sides. And a sigil of a house in the middle, at first glance I'd thought it was a Targaryen sigil but this one is quite the opposite. The Targaryen sigil is a red three-headed dragon, breathing red flame on black but his was a black three-headed dragon, breathing black fire on red.

"Stop there" Cregan commanded, his voice is stern and stoic. "Who are you?" Viserys questioned. "And state your business with her Grace" Aegon hissed as he kept one hand on his twin, Daenerys, protecting her and pushing her away but she was stubborn. "Heartbreaking! Your own family doesn't remember you" the man almost speaking to himself. "Hey fucker? Talk. NOW" Daenerys spat as he stared at her a little too long, which made all her brothers shift in their place and hold their scabbard tighter, especially Aegon.

"I am Daemon I Blackfyre... you've met me before, dear aunt. When you were running away with your cousin from my father's coronation day" He smirked. "Did he call you aunt? What is he talking about?" Cregan questioned as he turned to me. "I figured all the bastard of the usurper have died" I stated coldly, staring back at him. "I always have a way of escaping death" he chuckled evilly. "Who is this, Visenya?" Cregan asked again. "This is Daemon? Daemon Waters... a bastard son of Aegon II, known to us as Aegon the usurper" I nodded as my smirk is still on my face. "Daemon Blackfyre, dear aunt" He corrected. "Let me have it a guess... a bastard like you have one day decided to found a House all of the sudden, named it after the ancestral sword of House Targaryen and now wants all the lords and ladies to treat you like one of the Great Houses and bow down to you, why, because you are a bastard from a cunt of man that was spoiled... how original" Aegon taunted and snickered, making the Blackfyre angry. "Did my brother hurt your feelings, Lord of a Bastard House?" Daenerys smirked glancing at her siblings. "Oh you misjudge me all of you" Daemon speaks again, calmly.

"As my heir said, state your business" I affirmed, getting serious. "I want what is mine and what is owed to me" Daemon answers. "And what is that?" I ask, wanting to hear the end of this. "The Blackfyre sword and... the Iron Throne" he stated confidently. "Oh... would like Darksister, also a dragon egg, one of our own dragon? Or perhaps you want Dragonstone as well" I spoke, stating. "This is no funny matter, Visenya!" Daemon Blackfyre shouted. "You raise your voice again before my mother or call her anything but her title I'll personally put your head on a spike" Viserys threaten as he raises his sword, Darksister at him. "I was brought up as a babe in Flea Bottom, watching you take on my father's throne but no more, you've had your fun with it. This is the rise of a King and the fall of a Queen" Daemon smirked again. "You're not that stupid are you? You know I will not give my family's throne to some low life bastard of Flea Bottom just becasuse he feels entitled to it as did his usurper of a father" I affirm. "I know that a war is likely to happen over this. But I wanted you to know who you are fighting against and who will end your reign" Daemon stated, his glare never left mine. "You are truly a stupid bastard" Rhaenys chuckled, "you know that we will not let you go this easily after claiming threats against our mother's throne" Daeron adding, looking at his brothers and each of them move and just before they try to surround him. "I know, so I've brought... this" Daemon hisses as he takes from his pocket a very small jar of green substance. "MOVE!" I roar as he throws it onto the ground and we each jump into different directions, distracting us as the wildfire burns and he makes a run for it.