HOTD SI: The Bloody Prince (OC x Rhaenyra)(OC x Alicent)

Part 18

Chapter 18

ARNOLD ARRYN

There was a time when Arnold had imagined himself ruling over the mountainous Vale, restoring the prestige of the Arryn name as he rescued his House from the crutches of his weak cousin.

Vale was a hard place, one which had no place for weak women. No woman had ever sat on the wierwood throne to rule as the Lady of the Vale, and none would if it were upto him, and yet he was betrayed by men ensnared by her cousin using her beauty and guile.

And so, his rightful position was taken from him, and he was sent to the infamous sky cells where horror awaited him. Half a decade he had spent in those cells, in horror and trepidation, the desire to end it all so fervent, yet his desire for revenge would make him cling to those cold, and chilly stone as he bided day after day, night after night as the seasons changed, and years passed.

And when all hope had vanished, he was whisked away from his cell in the dead of night. He was thrown into a carriage, a hood over his face to hide whoever was doing this.

And now he found himself in a wooden room, his arms and legs tied. He heard the door to the room creak open, and a pair of footsteps entered the room, the feeble wood creaking with every step.

"Free his hands," the man commanded, and he felt the rope get cut as he slowly reached for the cloth over his face and removed it.

Day had come, and the Sunlight now filled the room as he found himself face-to-face with two people, looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"You are Arnold Arryn," one of them began, and he nodded as he scanned their faces and his surroundings.

"We have an off..."

"You are Corbyn, Corwyn Corbyn," he guessed and saw the man's eyes widen as his guess was proven correct.

"And we are in your lands," he continued as he cut off the rope tying his legs.

"It is rather intriguing that a Leal vassal of the House of Arryn would free a prisoner like me," he continued.

"My cousin could have your head for this, or at least she would have her little pet do so for her," he chuckled and saw the men shift nervously.

"We have an offer for you...."

0000

DAEMON TARGARYEN

The council's hatred for him had never really been a secret. It was well known that him and that cunt Otto never got along and were on opposite sides, and yet with each passing year he had felt his position at court dwindle from Master of Coin to Master of Laws to now the Commander of the City Watch.

He had watched as Viserys had surrounded himself with lickspittles and conniving bastards who sought to displace him, and yet watching them try and do so openly had been a surprise.

And yet all their efforts had failed, and he was the heir once more. The Gods did love their games.

And so, in his enjoyment, he had bought out a whorehouse for his men as they rejoiced at his rise, and around him, men and women entangled with one another as the men of the City Watch basked in the pleasures of the flesh.

He watched as Mysaria walked upto him and handed him a goblet of wine as one of her girls fiddled with him on the side.

"Why are you so dour? You should celebrate after you are the King's sole heir once more," she said as she sifted through his hair and leaned down to kiss him. She sat on his lap and began to tangle up with him.