The Dragons Dance: A Fate Untold

Chapter 9: Daemon's POV

A dream... a Vision... or some sort of poison or spell from this damn place. I looked towards my brother who I knew had passed weeks if not over a few months ago now. He who never wanted the crown crying over lady Aemma's body from the procedure that claimed both her and baelon 'the heir for a day' as I had so rudely called him, back when my mabition was even fiecer thanit was now. As I walked over to him, his tears shedding I would hold onto at first his back and then the poor mans head and chest saying, "Im sorry I wasnt their for you before... Im here now brother... Im here now.." It was only after I lifted my head from his the vision ended and I stared at the goblet I was drinking from. I cursed under my breathe from the pretense it was ribbing me of before Ser Simon came huddling in and saying. " Terrible and wonderous news on several front your grace" I look to the old man with good or ill feelings waiting for him to speal, "Sadlt lord grover has passed, gods be good, even with the best efforts of the maesters their and our own alys rivers it just... was just his time the lords of the riverlands have startewd to gather here no doubt to swear alleagianve to you and lord oscar tully but their is more from dragonstone" I groaned at the thoat of yet another Raven as I began to say, "IF Rhaenyra is still to much of a coward to come do this job and ask me herself then-"

"Then what my Lord Daemon? Will you revolt and take your claim for the iron throne yourself??" I would look up at a knight in what seemed to be a nightmare of my own making yet also a dream from someplace old and far. Wearing what looked to be a mirror copy of my helemet was a man with a square jaw and lightly trimmed beard with the difference in the helm being that the bottom half was covered in a steel plate made of the same valyrian steel as the helmet. As the thrice tall man walked gently over to the head seat of the room he sat down and pulled out a rare sight indeed, a longsword of unmatched length to my own darksister with a color of dark blue that seemed to invoke the sense of a mid winters night color. the dragon bone handle and sapphire didnt escape me neither nor did his ensemble of pure valyrian steel armor on torso, arms, legs and boots. Trying to be cautious about our visitor I asked him, "You side with Rhaenyra in her court. why?"
"Because she is a dragon lord and the true queen by all rights of birth, and no little lord or their ilk have any right to what the dragon has said on whoclaims their seat after their own death, not a lannister, not a Dornish-folk, and certainly not a Hightower cunt who thought just because they married into the family that gives them rights beyond other men and women" Curicously I looked at the man in armor and letting dark sister stay sheathed I walked over and asked him, "Who are you... and why are you here?"

"I am Maegor Belaerys of house Belaerys of the families of old valyria. I have a written document by her majesty the queen that all actions and diplomatic efforts in the riverlands are to hence forth go to me and coopperated by you as my second in command of if you prefer my co-general, equals in name and rank with the exception that I will be decided what we do on behalf of our queen, not you... and I am order that should you rebel agaisnt her majesty or take any terms from our green enemies I am to slaughter you and caraxes without perjudice" I looked at thi 'Lord Maegor ' and merely laughed, him slaughter me and my blood wyrm

"And with what army or dragon do you think you can slaughter Caraxes you cunt hair of a pretender Valyrian!!" While this maegor was about to answer I heard the defeaning roar and sound of a deep wail and large, unmistakenable, dragon cry that was almost like the wail VHagar or Vermithor has. Then out of no where the walls to the main voyeur of which we all had been present in a large dragons head black as dragon glass with shimmering light and dark blue scales would turn its head slightly allowing for the glowing ice blue eye of the large dragon to stare at me with murderous intent. I looked to the beast in surprise. In all my years alive the only other dragon i knew being bigger than Vhagar, the dragon of my former wife Leana and now my new enemy aemond was Balerion the black dread yet hear as I stared into this dragons ice blue eyes I wondered what I was staring at. The eye alone was large than both myself and the table in between us which was already a good 12-20 feet all around. the low grumbling growl emanated in the room before the dragons head with drew knocking along so loose stones from its ramming into the hall before Belaerys looked to e and said handing over the letter, "I do wish we can now be on friendlier terms your grace Daemon Targaryen king consort of her majesty Rhaenyra Targaryen" With a smile that made my stomach curn milk to cheese I swiftly grabbed onto the letter which read in Rhaenyra's pretty hand writing:

Daemon,
My love I know we have had our differences but you must see that being apart and not answering my letters does neither of us good. We have lost Rhaenys and just when I lost all hope seemed lost this man with his sister and his three dragons came to us in our most desperate time of need. He tried to convince me to marry him but despite our squabbles together I remain faithful to you... Jace on the other hand had no choice to make a consideration to be married off to this 'Valaena Belaerys now Targaryen" however it has been pointed out to me that we have taken to much of the faith of the seven for far to long, made them force us to accept their rules, their laws, their customs instead of letting the blood of the dragon and the fourteen flames come to pass as the dominate religion of the realm. So when our enemies our vaniqueshed and lay in the dust I plan to marry Baela to Jace just I had agree to do with Rhaenys before her passing. I do stand by however on remaining with you provided you remain faithful to me.

Onto the other matter this man before you is named Maegor Belaerys of the house of Belaerys of Old Valyria. through some means of blood magic long ago him and his siblings where able to 'leap frog' through time in some manner of coffins that susepened and put them into torper until a few months ago and at the sacrifice of their brother. In that even their dragon Dromyros was made free and was then given to Rhaena, who is currently in the Vale upholding the promise to house Arryn who is sending over ten thousand troops to kings landing at the writing of this paper as we speak. You and Lord Maegor are to make the Riverlands bend the knee and swear fealty to me and have them launch their attack on Kings landing within the next fortnight of their gathering in great numbers. While you maybe in charge of recruitment Maegor will take part in leading the offence to kings landing and taking the city over.

FInally, please my love I wish to finish the conversation we had before you took off.... I seek to reconcile the wounds that have been torn into us we are meant tow work together and face off the greens not seethe at one another and bring our ruin in each others dragon flames. Please Daemon when this is all over come back to me and our kin...I hope you will reconsider all the nonsesnse we put each other through.

Love,

Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name, queen of the andals and the rhoynar and the first men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms."

Upon reading the letter/decree I look to Maegor in both fury and contemplation before laughing and shaking my head knowning I couldnt beat the man outright and knowinng any decree given by Rhaenyra couldnt be argued with I looked at him and said, "The river lords and their lord paramount are moving to come here within the next week. we can treat with them then in the meanwhile make yourself a humble guest here my lord Maegor! I am retiring to my room" with that I took and swished down the rest of my ale and ran to the room I had been staying in since I started my stay in Harrenhal.  Alys was right, it only took three days for the winds to shift drastically. from me becoming the most powerful man to the river lands and possibly being the one to gain support, to being supplanted again by someone who not only looks like having the bigger dragon but also to one who was of old valyria and their ancient ways of war and conquest. I can only imagine how he will handle the river lords as I myself laugh quietly in my room