My Father's Wife (GXG)

Chapter 68

Below the surface holds the great city— the King's Landing. Viserys, there, sat on his seat with his councils on their owns, until Corlys barged inside with his face fuming.

"I refuse to be a victim nor a target of this man," he sped his walk towards the table, surprising the council members. "My ship and my men has been missing— stolen across their way to the narrow sea! I say we attack, now, your grace!" he spat in angry manner

"Who are you referring to, my lord?" Mellos asked

Corlys' brows even furrowed in disbelief and anger, "Who? Who?! Deraumon Attor is who! Who else would it be?!"

"I'd appreciate you to speak appropriately in front of the council members, my lord, or I will have to force you out of this chambers. After all, you have barged in during our discussion." Julius said, unbelievably calm while his hands are clasped on the table.

Corlys clenched his jaw as he glared at the Hand of the king before redirecting his gaze to Viserys, "That man..." he paused, "Shall be killed— in an instance!" his shout echoed inside the silent chambers.

"Lord Corlys." Julius warned but Viserys raised his hand to him

Viserys spoke calmly "I appreciate your suggestion, my lord, but— the sudden attack would only do us no good. How about I assure you your safety and—"

"I do not need safety, your grace, with all due respect." he hissed, "What I need is my ship, my men, and Deraumon's head on a spike! What are we doing, your grace? Our side is one to be praised by our fine dignity! We battle for justice and rights!"

Julius rose from his seat with a speed, "Are you saying that His Grace the king has done nothing regarding this matter?–" his voice threatening.

"I am not Deraumon's victim nor could he think to be played with. With him easily invading my ship and stealing my men would only make my banner look like a fool! That I am easily defeated. Like a pawn of resources for his men, and yet— he will see that nothing is done!" Corlys continued.

Viserys sighed, "I understand. We are on the process of planning the attack." he nodded wearily

"I beg His Grace to let me contribute to this battle with the Black." the man said

The king nodded understandingly, "I will make sure to talk to you about it— but for now, my lord, excuse us for we have another important matter to discuss."

Corlys sighed through his nostrils, he took a second before nodding his head, not calmed but not fuming in temper anymore when he turned around and left the chambers. Julius finally sat down with his eyes glaring towards the door to where Corlys had just exited before settling and clearing his throat.

Otto then spoke, "So, Your Grace— about the inheritance?"

Meanwhile, soft bristles landed gently on a canvas leaving a leak of green paint. The purple eyes are fixed on the work in silence, the breathing was calm enough to make the whole arm steady for painting. Rhaenyra tried her finest for as much as she can remember on how the lord Caspain had taught her in terms of sketching, applying it for painting.

"That's not bad at all." Mysaria, with a paint palette on her hand, smirked from behind Rhaenyra while analyzing the work of the Targaryen princess.

The words had sent the princess to her smile before looking upwards to see the woman from behind, towering her as she sat.

"I could do better." the princess slyly replied as she looked back to her work. Admiring a woman almost nude with rose petals and stems surrounding her.