OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

10 • YOUR WORD AGAINST MINE

Whist the sun rose over Black Water Bay and settled at it's base, Ser Otto received a disturbing report from last night, his informant tells him of Prince Aenar and Daemon's harsh doings with the gold cloaks in the city, killing and raiding criminals without the crown's authority.

Instantly sends a message to all the Small Council to assemble for a meeting. He then arrives at the South Wing of the Red Keep to report to the King. He sees two guards at the entrance of the King's quarters, he walks past them as they bow, stepping aside.

Daemon is a threat to the crown and Aenar is as cruel and ruthless like Maegor. He loathes both brothers dearly and is determined to see to it that Daemon is disinherited and sent back to Runestone and Aenar dismissed from the small council and misplaced at court.

The Hand knocks on the door, hoping to have an audience with the King, even though he thought Viserys might be sleeping at this early hour.

He continues knocking gently and the door opens.

"Otto?" Viserys calls.

The Hand sees the King fully dressed for a day of work.

"Your Grace..... Good morrow.." He bows curtly.

"What brings you here this morrow?" Maegor seemed disturbed, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

"I wish to speak to you on a delicate matter of great importance, Your Grace." Otto says with seriousness.

"Can it wait, I must have breakfast with Aemma and my daughter's this morning." Viserys informs him.

"My sincerest apologies to intrude, but this is an important matter concerning the fate of the realm." Otto quipped eagerly.

Seeing the look on his Hand's face, Viserys wrinkled his brows. "What is it then Otto?" He questions the older man as he puts his dagger in his hauberk.

"I have called an emergency meeting with the Small Council Your Grace."

"Why?"

"It concerns the gold cloaks with Prince Daemon and Prince Aenar." He states as

"Aenar?" Viserys frowns ruefully.

The King strides in the Red Keep halls as Otto follows him, narrating the whole incident, the King listens intently and his blood boil at the crimes done to the small folks by the gold cloaks.

"It was an unprecedented roundup of alleged criminals of every ilk," Otto informes the King.

"Your brothers made a public show of it, meting out the summary judgments himself."

The Hand leads Viserys to the small council chamber, the report was unsettling and it made the King troubled, the city's watch excessive violence were alarming last night.

Reaching the doors, Ser Hightower pushes through them and steps aside as Viserys walked in, he followed and trailed behind as the guards bow.

Lord Commander Ryam Redwyne is already inside, standing over the small council table.

The members of the King's inner circle are all in attendance, sitting and waiting for the King and the Hand to arrive.

Daemon too is already waiting, already seated. Aenar seemed un-bothered and unfazed spinning his crystal ball.

Daemon is still wearing his armor and gold cloak from the night before. A red smear stains his new gold cloak. He took his previously empty, kept for him at the small council. He sat down smiling with mischief etched across his face as spoke in High Valyrian with his younger brother.