The White Dragon

POWER MOVES

THE WHITE DRAGON PART 12 : POWER MOVES

A FANFICTION ON HBO'S HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

KING'S LANDING : ROGAR REYNE

Rogar had always been a proud man, even as a child when his father told him to kneel for Lord Jason Lannister's father Lord Titan and refused. Rogar's pride had always been a source of conflict between his late wife and he, but if she could only see him now, he hopes that she would be proud. Of him and their children.

"What news do we have on the East?" Rogar glances towards Ser Otto Hightower who seemed to have aged ten years since his son ran off to join Prince Aerys in the Stepstones. No, my Lord Hand. There has been no whispers for a while. Despite the continuous stalemate Prince Daemon finds himself in, there has been no news." Lord Beesbury says before jotting down more notes and Otto asks "And what of Prince Aerys' efforts?"

"What does it matter, they both went against the King's efforts. Let us hope that they die in their treasonous attempts." Rogar says gulping down the remnants of his wine and turns to see Princess Daenerys glare at him "Mind your tongue Lord Reyne. One would have to start assuming that you would want house Targaryen to suffer more loss."

"Should you still be here Princess, there is no need for a mistress of trade while there is no trade to deal with. Oh wait, you most likely forgot about that." Lord Rogar says smugly making Daenerys' glare falter and Grand Maester Mellos turn his head downward. It was no secret that age finally caught up with the last children of King Jaehaerys. There were already rumors of Maester Vaegon loosing his sight and Princess Daenerys losing her memory.

The Targaryen Princess had started conflicts with the servants and Ser Harrold Westerling demanding to speak with her father and them not being able to understand what to do. Daenerys turns her head down and Rogar smiles as the King enters and asks with a smile "What has been the topic of conversation today, my lords?"

"The war in the Stepstones, your Grace." Lord Lyonel says stiffly and Rogar watches as the smile falls from the King's face as he asks "And who started this conversation?"

"The Lord Hand did, your Grace. It seems as if Lord Otto only wishes to get involved in the war effort when his son is one the front lines." Rogar says with a smirk and Viserys turns to his Hand "Otto, have I not spoken on this matter. Daemon and Aerys got themselves involved in this war, without leave of the crown, and anyone who followed have labeled themselves traitors to the realm. You had no issue agreeing with me when it concerned Daemon but your son made his own decisions and now he must suffer the consequences to it."

"I simply hold concern for my son, your grace." Otto says before firmly bowing his head and a tense silence follows until Rogar break it with a smile "Perhaps we should discuss how we are going to celebrate the birth of the future Prince your Grace."

"No, there will be no large celebration." Viserys says shaking his head quickly and continues "I cannot celebrate while a war rages on the horizon, nor would it be fair to Rhaenyra. She still grieves for her mother, I would not wish to add insult to injury." 

Rogar's eye twitches slightly and he bites down on his tongue, hard 'How dare this bastard not celebrate the birth of the future heir to the throne. He celebrated a stillborn child and spent a fortune on it, now when my grandson is soon to arrive, he chooses now to be firm in his resolve.'

"Of course your Grace." Rogar says with a false smile and watches as the King takes a seat and places his marbled stone in it's place.

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