daemons pov it's been 6 months. she's turned 15 over this time and so has aegon. she's sat with aemond and taught him how to fight with one eye and walk around and do normal stuff again. she even gifted him a sapphire. he wears it and a patch now. her wound has scarred. that fucking whore and her bastard scarred her. we've gotten closer now that the betrothal has been announced to everyone. in the 6 months she's been put even more in charge as viserys' health had worsened. she's upset seeing him the way he is. as we all are. she's given me a seat at the council once more as her master of laws and coin as viserys had.
ser Harrold has retired and criston has been made is successor in the role. we all wear a pin of a three headed dragon. a symbol of our house and a way to make everyone feel truly as a team. the council is as follows
hand of the queen: otto grand maester: mellos master of coin and laws: me master of ships: corlys lord commander: criston
she's added a few things. implemented the need of a dragon keeper to be present and to update on the creatures. their breeding, etc in the council. a representative of the smallfolk, and a time at the throne to hear them all out individually, and she's having a shelter made for the homeless as well. we haven't had peace like this since jahaerys. and we only hope her reign lasts just as long if not longer. i find her under the weirwood tree reading while stroking the head of viserion. criston not far away from her. i greet "my betrothed"
her head pops up and she grins "daemon" gods that smile drives me insane. i reply "what are you reading my love" watching the dragon fly away at my approach hissing slightly making her chuckle. i take her in and see her wearing
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she smiles "just more on the laws and traditions. drawing ideas for things to be implemented or erased to further help our people" showing me her ink and parchment. i grab her hand and push her sleeve out the way eyeing the scar. the maester even said that the scar wouldn't look this bad if rhaenyra hadn't ripped the stitches that night. it's been taking everything out of me to not send for the cunts head. i grin "thinking as a true queen" kissing up and down the scar softly.
she says "a lot of these laws are completely sexist daemon" i tell her "then change them. you have the power my love. the power to change the world as we know it for the better" glaring at the scar kissing it again hating shes been hurt. "daemon it's not your fault you know" referring to my actions. i tell her "i said that same day i'd never let anyone hurt you and yet...you were harmed" she makes me look into her eyes "and you still haven't let anyone hurt me." kissing me softly and i pull away "vis" she nods "i know. couldn't help it" referring to the kiss. she's not of age. i reply "you still got hurt and i hate it" kissing her arm once more "im healed and fine daemon it happened and it sucks but there's nothing we can do or change about it" she tells me softly and i nod and sit with her as she reads and writes more ideas.
