The Prophecy / Aegon Targaryen out now!
"I'll kill them! I'll kill them all! Traitors and villains! They dare strike at me!" Aegon demanded smashing at the replica his father had worked so hard on.
"Your Grace."
"I am the king!"
"Your Grace! Yes, yes."
"I am the king!"
"Yes, Your Grace. Uh, please, Your Grace."
" Traitors and villains!" Aegon shouted throwing a little building replica against the wall it crumbled on impact "Fire from the sky. This is war! I declare war! I declare war!"
"Maeve." Aemond whispered.
"Leave me alone, everyone just leave me alone." She sobbed out.
"My prince." Criston held out a tray it had a few small vials on it. "From the masster. To settle her..." aemond nodded taking it from her.
"Maeve, maeve... please open the door. I only want to help." Aemond begged.
"And where were the member of this council while the murder threatened their king?" Aegon demanded.
"Were you also threatened, Your Grace?" Tyland questioned.
"I could have been!" Aegon shouted. "My son is my legacy! My son is heir to the Iron Throne! And where were you," aegon turned sharply on criston. "the Lord Commander of my Kingsguard?"
"I was abed, Your Grace, having ordered the Night's Watch." Criston answered leaving out whos bed he was in.
"Abed." Aegon nodded. "Abed!" He shouted. "Instead of safeguarding the sanctity of my family!"
" This is not the time for blind accusations, Your Grace. We'll know who did this soon enough." Otto assured.
Criston didnt want to be here. He wanted to be with maeve as she cried and grieved her son.
"Who did this? Who d... What?! Is there any question who did this?!" Aegon countered. "Who would do this save the bitch queen of bastards, the smug cunt of Dragonstone? There she sits across the bay, on her rock, laughing at me." Aegon shouted. " She's fucking laughing at me!" He threw a cup and it shattered against the wall "You wished her life to be spared."
Maeve still loved her mother. Criston knew rhaenyra wouldnt do this to her own daughter. To her grandson. But then why was little joshua dead?
Tommen watched davina move cannibal as he returned from his flight.
She reached out resting a hand on his snout before resting her forehead against him.
She is with the bastard on dragonstone.
"Safe?"
Her father wouldnt let harm come to her.
"And cookie?" Davina questioned.
Being well fed.
"I dont like out babies being so far away. With the enemy."
They dont think of vaera as an enemy. Cannibal assured. Tommen stared back at them confused it looked like Davina could actually understand Cannibal.
"Daemon?"
You dont care to know.
"True..." davina admitted. "Thanks for checking on them."
Vaera is my daughter too.
"If only," davina chuckled. "You would never burn me as daemon did."
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