"Is the duck not to your liking, Your Grace?" Simon questioned and Daemon turned his head drawing away from the vision. "There's also goose, if you'd prefer it."
"I like the goose, myself." Taelon agreed.
"Uh, I'm not hungry." Daemon decided.
"I have decided that they are not trying to kill us," Taelon teased elbowing his brother.
"I was saying, given the rather dire news from Rook's Rest... it appears the winds have shifted and each side has suffered great loss, and will be unsure of what is to follow." Simon offered.
"A good time, then, for a show of strength." Daemon agreed. "I believe Willem Blackwood is bringing House Bracken to heel. We must ready the castle to receive a great host."
"You seem sure of this." Taelon remarked pouring more wine.
"All men may be led, little brother. Even Rivermen. 'Tis a matter of showing them whom it behooves them to follow. You should know that, you bend with the wind-"
"Okay!" Taelon declared putting his goblet down. "I'm here, I'm not trying to steal anything, I'm just chilling, eating my goose and you want to stir up trouble?" Taelon questioned. "Let me eat my goose!"
" How does the work here progress?" Daemon countered turning away from Taelon.
"Oh, um... we're drawing water for the kitchens and lighting the forges." Simon answered.
" Very well. "
"That is merely the beginning, of course. The roof alone has needed tending since the reign of Aenys. And the storerooms. And... and the Wailing Tower. The bats have made the corridors almost impassable with the quantity of their..." Simon stopped himself.
"Their shit." Daemon confirmed. "I venture there are smiths and armorers to be found near Nutton and Riverbend. Well, send for them, and levy the farmers from Antlers to High Heart. Task their huntsmen to bring us meat and wood."
"Put me to work, Dae.'" Taelon encouraged.
"Have you bent?"
"I am a hard worker in the meantime." He countered. "What if I just dont bend to either-"
"And claim a win no matter who wins? A cowards way out." Daemon scoffed.
"Or I chill here with-"
"The witch."
"Alys." Taelon corrected. "And say fuck you, to well... you."
"Um, there is, of course, the matter of payment." Simon stuttered out breaking the tension. "After the, the tragedy that befell his father... Larys transferred his family's wealth to King's Landing and mayhaps to dragonstone?" Simon admitted.
"Is there any gold left in your coffers?" Daemon demanded.
"Just call Avalon to have her bring her husbands money." Taelon decided.
"Enough to keep this small establishment you see fed and warm. Relatively." Simon offered. "I... I rather thought, Your Grace, as emissary to the Queen that p-perhaps she could provide the necessary coin if you could only write to her or Larys...."
" No." Daemon corrected. "Harrenhal is my command. I shall guarantee the payment myself." He decided getting up.
"Up, up." Simon mouthed to his boys as Daemon headed out.
"You really cant stand it." Taelon decided. "Needing others."
"I'm putting you to work after all . You are not getting payment, Taelon." Daemon growled.
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Last Man Standing / Jacaerys Velaryon / Alys Rivers / Taelon Targaryen
FanfictionJace wanted control of his own life. To be seen as a man. Alys wanted a man that didnt fall for her tricks. One brave enough to take action. 🐉 "You are written in the stars. You are a masterpiece." 🗡️ most characters belong to grrm any mature c...
