𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 || ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

THE BATTLE OF THE GULLET

JACAERYS DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY HIS MOTHER WOULDN'T ALLOW HIM TO FLY WITH HER AND HIS SISTER. Rhaenrya still saw him as a boy instead of a man.

Jacaerys was always jealous of Maera, but not in a bad way, he wished he was like her, he wished he could be like her. He looked up to her. Jacaerys always wanted a perfect moment to prove himself, any moment where he can prove he was a targaryen and not a strong.

Strong was all he ever heard growing up, but he was a targaryen and people have forgotten that.

But that moment had arrived.

Aegon the younger had arrived on his wounded dragon, Stromcloud near Dragonstone. Jacaerys rushed towards his brother. "What's happen?" Jacaerys asked, pushing his brother's hair to his ears. "We were attacked, Viserys hid, while I fled." Aegon lowly said.

"Should I call for Princess Maera? My prince?" Lord Celtigar asked. "No. I shall handle this myself. I'll fly out on Vermax and end this." Jacaerys stated.

"Send for Princess Rhaena, and tell her to guard Driftmark. I'll fly out to the Gay Abandon and rescue my younger brother." Jacaerys demands. The Lord nodded, rushing towards Dragonstone.

Vermax landed near Jacaerys, sensing something bad was happening. Jacaerys told his brother to go into Dragonstone and to wait for him and Viserys to come back.

Defying his mother's command to stay in Dragonstone. Prince Jacaerys mounted his dragon, Vermax. And flew to rescue his younger brother and punish the enemy fleet.

Maera sat with her mother in the council room, the days of killings and bending the knee were over, or so they thought.

Maera was quite confused why she had a place on the council, she wasn't master of anything she was just.. Maera, and because she was heir to the throne as well, which she had forgotten.

Rhaenrya removed her old council table and replaced them with new lords.

Mysaria, Master of Whisperers. Brandon Baratheon, Master of Coin. Ser Lorent, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Daemon Targaryen being Hand of the Queen. Lord Corlys, Master of Ships. Oscar Tully, Master of Laws and Baela being Rhaenrya's cup bearer.

Mysaria, Brandon, and Oscar sat on the right side of the vale, while Daemon, Corlys and Baela on the left side. Maera sitting opposite of her mother.

"Any news from Jacaerys?" Rhaenrya asked. "No, Your Grace. But, my sister, Rhaena's dragon, Grey Ghost has taken place in Driftmark, just in case Prince Aemond attacks." Baela informs, pouring wine into Maera's cup. Maera thanks her. "Lady Arryn refused at first but she understood whose lands were in danger the most."

Rhaenrya nods. "Thank you, Baela." Maera trails her fingers on her sword, that was leaned against the table. "Can't believe Rhaena claimed a dragon, very proud of her." Maera said lowly. The table nods at the Princess's words.

Daemon and Maera share a look. "What of Harrenhal?" Daemon and Maera asked. "Prince Aemond has successfully taken Harrenhal and his men celebrated the victory." Oscar stated. "The Castellan of Harrenhal sent a raven to Kings Landing before he was beheaded by Aemond."

Daemon's jaw tightened, his eyes darkened, and Maera's eyes narrow down, her back leaning against the chair. "Anything said about an Alys Rivers?" Daemon leaned forward, desperate for an answer.

Rhaenrya and Mysaria shared a look, a thought shared in their heads. Who was this Alys Rivers? Lover to Maera and.. friend to Daemon?

Daemon seemed worry, an expression rarely seemed on him. "I've been told Aemond has taken someone as a lover, perhaps her, My Prince."