"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. "
"..."
"you're dismissed."
{ in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly make...
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{ this ain't a fairytale }
"All Hail Queen Valyria! "Valyria the Victorious"! First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm!"
As Valyria entered the throne room and Criston Cole called out her titles, people bowed, curtseyed, and nodded to their queen. The queen who gracefully bore the crown of The Conquerer, yet still had the kindness of her Grandsire.
"Hail Queen Valyria!" Everyone in the hall said in unison. She spoke lowly over her shoulder to Cole. " "The Victorious"? " He chuckled, and she finally reached the bottom of the steps, where her cunt for a Hand stood.
He lowered his head slightly and muttered "Your Grace" as she passed, but she didn't so much as pay him a glance. Cole stood at the bottom of the steps, beside Aegon, who had come in from nowhere.
"Let's have the first petition, my Lord Hand," she said as she sat and folded her hands in her lap. A man stepped up, and he looked nervous.
"Good morrow, my, uh, Your Grace," he stammered, his eyes bouncing from Valyria to the floor.
Laughter ensued in the hall, and a warm smile appeared on Valyria's face as she chuckled. "It's alright. There's no reason to be nervous. I'm not nearly as terrifying as you think. What's your name?"
"Gr...Uh, Jerard, Your Grace." She smiled, then nodded. "Good morrow, Jerard. And how might your queen be of service?"
He nodded and hesitated before speaking nervously once more. " 'Tis my flock. Uh, a-a-a tenth of them taken by...the Crown on..." The crowd started murmuring. It sounded like he was accusing the crown of wrongdoing. But Valyria knew he wasn't. He was just hungry.
"...on the cusp of winter," he continued. "If I'd had the time to plan—" He was interrupted by Valyria.
"They will be returned."
"Your Grace?" He asked, looking hopefully up at her.
"I have spoken to my council members, and the dragons should be able to survive on fish. Within the week, your flock of sheep shall be whole. The fortnight at the most. You need your goats for the winter."
He nodded and laughed happily as Otto grumbled, then turned to her and spoke lowly.
"Do you plan to return all the sheep, then, Your Grace? Vhagar, Sunfyre, and Dreamfyre require sustenance." She nodded.
"And I intend to sustain them on fish. Or perhaps I shall heed my husband's guidance and feed the prisoners to the dragons. Either way, I have made my decision," she hissed to the man, and only he, Aegon, and Cole heard.
Aegon had to stop himself from smirking.
"Very well."
He stepped back, and Valyria called for the next man.
