(SLOW UPDATES) HOTD - | RAGE OF THE DRAGON | (Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male OC)

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- PART ONE -

| DRAGONSTONE |

In the council room, Lord Hand Corlys stands at his chair with his pin on his chest. Queen Rhaenyra walks in with Lady Princess Vaega right behind her and all the other loyal Lords and Prince Jacaerys.

CORLYS: "Your Grace." he says loyally.

They all take their respective seats after Rhaenyra and Corlys share a look of gratitude.

RHAENYRA: "Bring him forth." she instructs.

GUARD: "Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Grace."

The Knight stand before the council.

STEFFON: "Is aught amiss, Your Grace? My Lady. My Lords."

RHAENYRA: "I find myself, Ser Steffon, in an impossible position."

The Queen takes a moment and looks at her son and stepdaughter.

RHAENYRA: "I have lost my King, Ragnar and a loyal adviser, Princess Rhaenys and their dragons, including Lady Princess Vaega's 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 is still in pain by the mention of her late lover's name, this pain will never subside.

STEFFON: "There is still Daemon and
Caraxes... and the Rivermen."

RHAENYRA: "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."

STEFFON: "But there are no more in
your family, Your Grace."

This makes Vaega and Jacaerys look at one another as they can only think about their father in this moment.

STEFFON: "Your younger sons are babes."

The Queen hums in response.

STEFFON: "Mm, there is Princess Rhaena." he says, trying to find any way to provide assistance with ideas.

CORLYS: "She has attempted it, alas, but the dragons here would not take her as a rider."

Ser Steffon is confused.

STEFFON: "Then who could do it?"

RHAENYRA: "You."

Lords on the council chuckle at this as they don't believe it could be done.

RHAENYRA: "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,
and indeed it is true. Your grandmother's grandmother, Aeriana, was born a Targaryen princess. And I have been thinking, could it be possible?" she says quickly speaking of her idea as the Lords are not impressed.

More sighs from the Lords can be heard.

STEFFON: "To even consider such a thing.

BORTIMOS: "I must protest, Your Grace, the risk involved in such a venture-"

STEFFON: "I am but a man. The dragons are gods. Your Grace honors me beyond what I deserve." he says as he steps to the side of the table to kneel before his Queen.