CHAPTER NINETEEN ❝ seasmoke ❞ act two . dance of the dragons
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A SMALL COUNCIL WAS CALLED, Alaessa walked to the room, Lord Corlys was already standing waiting for the queen to enter.
Alaessa stood waiting for the queen to sit, "Your grace," Lord Corlys spoke, Rhaenyra and Alaessa were happy to have Lord Corlys as hand to the queen, "Bring him forth."
Ser Steffon emerged, walking down the stairs, Rhaenyra looked at her daughter then Jacaerys, they both give her a nod, ensuring her that they believe in her.
"Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Grace " The guard called, and Ser Steffon stood at the end of the table, "Is aught amiss, Your Grace? My lords."
"I find myself, Ser Steffon, in an impossible position. I have lost Princess Rhaenys and her dragon. I hold an island seat with no land army. And I must not go to battle myself... as I am constantly told, lest I am slain or captured, and... with me, our hopes of victory," Rhaenyra spoke, as Ser Steffon stood at the end of the table.
"There is still Daemon and Caraxes...and the Rivermen," Ser Steffon made known, and Alaessa looked at her mother whom seems to shriver at the name of her husband, "That remains to be seen. In any case, I must now proceed as if I stand alone. And I see now, that to do that, I need more dragonriders for Vermithor and Silverwing, and for Seasmoke, who I believe misses his bond," Alaessa nodded as she listened to her mother speak, the plan that her and her brother and mother had made was being told.
"But there are no more in your family, Your Grace. Your younger sons are babes. There is Princess Rhaena," Ser Steffon spoke and it caused Lord Corlys to speak up about Rhaena, "She has attempted it, alas, but the dragons here would not take her as a rider."
"Then whom then?"
"You."
"You are of noble birth. And I had always heard, as you know, that the Darklyns and the Targaryens had some common blood. I looked into the history, thanks to my daughter, and indeed it is true. Your grandmother's grandmother, Aeriana, was born a Targaryen princess," The whole council looked confused, "And I have been thinking, could it be possible?" Rhaenyra stood up and Ser Steffon sighed.
