"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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{ were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? }
Valyria entered the room and saw Cole and Aemond. They were sitting around a map on a table and hadn't noticed her yet. It was only when Cole looked up, that he immediately stood.
"Your Grace." Aemond looked over his shoulder, then smiled halfway as he held his arm out, awaiting her. She nodded to Cole, letting him sit, then sat comfortably on the arm of the chair, beside Aemond with his arm around her waist.
"You should be leading the van," Valyria commented off-handed to Cole, and Aemond chuckled. "That's what I was just saying, love. Any more guidance from our queen?" She rolled her eyes playfully but did study the map.
"Hightower is wasting my time in this war of quills and ravens. Words are wind. Cole leads the van, with you flying cover on Vhagar. No castle would dare to raise Rhaenyra's banner against us."
Cole nodded, then a small smile of pride appeared on his face. She still wore the crown of the Conquerer, and it suited her. He was proud—proud of everything she had done.
"We would bring the whole of the Crownlands to heel in weeks," Aemond said, agreeing. Using his other hand, he took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it. He looked up at her with that beautiful eye, and she smiled.
"Mayhaps I will petition the queen to send us out, Cole. Do you suppose she'll say yes?" Valyria rolled her eyes but giggled when Aemond waggled his eyebrow.
"It depends if you can find your drunkard brother for me. I honestly have no clue of his whereabouts," she muttered, and Aemond groaned, letting go of her hand.
"Have you checked a brothel?" She sent him a look, and he sighed, grumbling an apology.
Cole couldn't help but chuckle lightly at the incredibly domestic exchange. Upon hearing his laughter, they both turned, and he quickly changed the subject.
"Rosby and Stokeworth, small castles right in the shadow of King's Landing. They would not want us for enemies." Aemond nodded, and moved more coins, growing the pile. "We could add their levies to our own. Our host growing as we advance."
Valyria nodded slowly and was impressed with their knowledge of strategy. They both looked up at her, but she sighed.
"You know I would say yes, but Otto and Alicent still try to convince me that a war of dragons can yet be avoided."
Cole scoffed and refilled Aemond's wine cup as he spoke. "'Tis inevitable. They must see that."
"Otto fears to upset the order of things," Valyria started. "And Alicent is simply...angry."
"Angry?" Cole asked, and Aemond nodded, knowing exactly what Valyria spoke of. It was an anger that was evident every time Alicent looked upon her one-eyed son.
