Dragons Blood

7.

No Ones POV

As soon as Maegoryia stepped foot into the throne room with her arm around her younger brother, Aemond, she could already feel the tension. She was honestly excited for today. She had all night to cry her heart out and recollect herself and her straying thoughts. She knew today would be messy because she was shown what would happen today and she didn't really want to see it. While Ameond and Maegoryia walked towards their family, Maegoryia could, once again, feel the oldest Velaryon boys eyes on her back as she walked past them, not sparing one glance at the messed up family. Maegoryia stood in between her mother and Helaena, and in front of Aemond, while Aegon was on the other side of Helaena. Her grandsire,
Otto, was sitting on the throne, which made Maegoryia very confused.

"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters. The Crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon." Maes grandsire says, getting quite cozy sitting on the throne, which angered her. He wasn't a Targaryen, only Targaryen blood sits the throne and he has none of it. She could slit his throat all you would see is dark nasty Hightower blood. In truth, Maegoryia never liked her grandsire, he was a cunt. He wanted to marry her to Aemond but she and Aemond begged their mother to refuse. She wanted to marry Jacaerys and Aemond never wanted and still never wants to marry anyone. When the proposal failed, he suggested marrying both Helaena and Maegoryia to Aegon, so he would have two sister wives just like Aegon the conquerer. He just wanted his blood on the throne, she knew that but it seems no one else had.

"My queen. My lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Lord Vaemond states, venom rolling off his tongue with each word. Maegoryia wanted to speak up. She hated Ser Vaemond with every bone in her body. He was nothing more than a second son and has always wished for his brothers death so that he could rule Driftmark. He is a very ambitious person, and that was not a good thing at the moment.

Rhaenyra spook up for once, "As it does in my sons, the offsprings of Laenor Velaryon." Maegoryia heard Aemond and Aegon let out a scoff while Alicent rolled her eyes, "If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambition." There was that word Maegoryia was thinking of. Ambition. It was a strong thing really, it can be both good and bad, it always depended on what you were so ambitious about.

"You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Alicent said loudly.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours. My queen, my lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor... the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides." Ser Vaemond speaks again, getting aggressive. Maegoryia wasn't the only one to notice his aggression rising as she saw Daemon rest his hand on his swords hilt as he eyes Ser Vaemond cautiously.