The Baratheon Bride: Daemon Targaryen (ON HOLD)

Part 7: A Targaryen Fire

All the search party was in the Throne room, arguing about what to do next. The Stormguards, all stood apart from them, Ser Robert standing in front of the company. "Our lady is missing! And you are standing here arguing about where to go next!!!"

See Otto Hightower spoke up, "That is the King you are speaking to!"

"I will speak to him as I wish! The Lady of Storms End is missing! She could be kidnapped, raped, or dead and you all stand here not searching the city! She is the royal ward of the King, raised here in the Capital with all of you! She was your responsibility! If anything has happened to her, the Stormlands will not stand for it!"

Princess Rhaenys stepped forward, as the next closet member to the Baratheon family, "Peace, Ser Robert. My husband and I are arranging for the blockage of Blackwater Bay, no ship is coming in or not."

"Treason! You block the bay with the Velaryon fleet! Your Grace this can't go unanswered!" Otto shouted at the base of the steps leading to the Iron Throne.

Lord Corlys stepped forward to protect his wife from the cunt of a Hand. "My wife decided to make sure Lady Baratheon isn't taken out of Kings Landing by ship. The matter was time sensitive!"

"Your Grace-"

"Enough Otto!" Viserys shouted, rubbing his hand against his forehead. A headache was starting to form. "Thank you cousin for the swift action."

The Great Hall doors opened, with Daemon leading a party of his Gold Cloaks. "Brother, I have the Gold Cloaks searching the city and has every road guarded. No one comes in or out. We will find Lady Baratheon."

The King let out a sigh of relief. Daemon was taking responsibility for the first time in a long time. Whatever brought about this change, he was thankful. "Excellent work brother, now -"

Suddenly, a roar echoed through the glass windows, shaking the entire room with its vibrations. Everyone had to keep each other from falling. "What the hell was that!"

A lone guard rushed into the room, "Your Grace! A dragon is circling the Keep!! It has a rider!"

Daemon's heart raced at the thought of Alyssa being on top of the dragon. Could it be Lady Baratheon claiming a wild dragon of her ancestors?

All of the Targaryen, Velaryon, and Baratheon parties came to the side courtyard, overlooking the sea. The deadly storm subsided through the night, leaving an orange sunrise.

The wind picked up, and the air crackled with uncertainty. A great thundering sounded from above them, but it wasn't the anticipation reoccurrence of the storm.

Wingbeats.

With a mighty screeching roar, a large shadow fell from the sky, bursting through the clouds. The large, scaled beast landed upon the shore of the private beach below the Red Keep. They all ran down the stone steps leading to that beach.

Lady Alyssa Baratheon sat upon the enormous dragon, her hair wind-blown and her dark dress hanging off her shoulders.

She had changed, Daemon saw. Her eyes were the same purple shade as before, but her hair was somehow darker. Her eyes locked with his, and they burned him.

Daemon couldn't rip his eyes away from her gaze, and he didn't care to. He felt as though he were suddenly stripped bare in the center of the crowd, but he cared for nothing in the eyes of others while her gaze was locked with his.

Her purple eyes burned.

Alyssa Baratheon, the Lady of Storm's End, had claimed Vermithor.

The bronze fury.