FROM THE ASHES — 9. A Targaryen alone in the world
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On Dragonstone, on the bridge that led to the castle, Otto Hightower approached along with two men of the kingsguard, numerous dragonkeepers, and a dozen soldiers in case battle ensued.
He stood in place, watching as Daemon, Rhaegon, Mysaria, and many gold cloaks walked to meet them.
In Rhaegon's hands was the egg meant for Baelon, much to Otto's horror.
It was half a year since Otto had last seen the eldest son of Shaera. And now seeing him stand next to Daemon, Otto saw the similarities between them he never did before. Gods, they even stood the same.
"Welcome to Dragonstone, my lord hand," Rhaegon was the first to speak up. He bowed his head slightly, despite disliking the man. He still knew his formalities.
"Your occuption of this island is at an end, My Prince," Otto immediately announced, staring at the two with a stern look, "You're to relinquish the dragon egg, disband your army, banish your whore..." He trailed off to look at Mysaria, "And leave Dragonstone by order of His Grace, King Viserys--"
"Where is the King?" Daemon interupted, glancing around, "I don't see him."
"His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce," Otto scoffed, staring at Daemon as if he thought the man was jesting.
Daemon looked around at each man that accompanied The Hand of the King. He noticed Ser Harrold there as one of the Kingsguards members there. He turned to the next, only to smile in amusement when he saw it was Criston Cole. The lowborn man had been made a man of the Kingsguard in his absence?
"Ser Crispin, was it?" Daemon spoke up, glancing at the man.
"Ser Criston Cole, My prince," Criston answered calmly and Daemon looked as though he couldn't care in the slightest.
"Ah, yes, apologies. I couldn't recall," Daemon muttered and shared a look with Rhaegon, who rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Perhaps my Prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse," Criston recalled and Daemon chuckled in response.
"The man has jests, I see," Rhaegon laughed, only to get interrupted as Otto decide speak.
"This is a truly pathetic show, Daemon," Otto hummed, shaking his head tauntingly, "Are you so desperate for the King's attention that you've resorted to skulking about like a common cutpurse, dragging your sister's boy along with you?"
