The Unburnt

Chapter 25 - Reds and Blacks

Anyway, the plot is getting thicker, the division is quite clear, and we all know how much Daemon loves to break havoc upon the court. Also why is Viserys so dumb? The man does not know how to do anything else, but take poor decisions! This chapter took me longer time to write because I am one more for dialogue rather than monologue as you might have noticed and I have been thinking to write another story so I was in a sort of a limbo of ideas.

I only wish to thank you all, it means so much for me that you are reading my story💖 AND THAT YOU ENJOY IT TOO? I am swooned. I thank you all again, I already have in mind another stroy (of course Daemon Targaryen will me the main male character so stay assured) and I am mulling over some ideas, I also have written about 5 or 6 chapters of a Daemyra story that I posted on AO3, but its been put on hold because I am focusing on The Unburnt (also the name of the story will make sense). How many chapters would you like to read? We're almost at 30 and I thought by now I would be done, but apparently not😭🤞 Anyway it seems there might be 40+ chapters, so all is good.

126 AC Arlion (from Arlie in High Valyrian which means 'new')

High Valyrian in bold.

Daemon Targaryen

127 AC

One thing none of us have missed is the foul smell of piss and shit that seems to envelop Kings Landing. Returning to court, has been yet again, a true ordeal, not only for our large family, but for the carefully prepared plan we set in motion.

It has been a powerful statement, the arrival of Vermithor, Vhagar, and Caraxes, at the Dragonpit. Daryon has claimed Vermithor a few moons ago, and they have been inseparable ever since. The only one capable of dragging my son back inside Dragonstone Castle was his sister Daemalia. My daughter's dragon Valyrax was slowly growing, beautifully, mayhaps in the future it shall be as big as Vhagar or Caraxes.

We placed an egg in each of our children's cradles, and they all hatched, but the one of Daryon and our youngest babe Arlion, but for the latter it still had enough time to hatch.

Our arrival was met by many of the King's Landing commoners, all of them in awe of two large dragons. I knew my brother Viserys would be proud upon hearing of his grandson, claiming our grandsire's dragon.

Dinner this night feels more like a battlefield than the Stepstones ever did. The tension hangs so thick in the air it could be cut with Dark Sister herself. My gaze sweeps the long Dining Hall, every clink of cutlery, every murmur between courses echoing like whispers of conspiracy. At the head of the table sits my brother, King Viserys, his body frail but his spirit still clinging to the role of patriarch, as if holding on to the last vestiges of power that slip between his fingers like sand. After we had been settled in our designated chambers, my brother summoned us all for dinner. Of course, our visit was not a light-hearted one, Lord Corlys demanded a succession trial for Driftmark. Both I and Visenya agreed to support them in the trial.

To his right, Rhaenyra, was seated with her brood. She keeps her expression calm, but there's a bitterness in her eyes that even the most sweet wine cannot wash away. Harwin Strong sits at her side, their boys—Jacaerys and Lucerys—flank them like two reminders of her indiscretions. Of her audacity, she will prove when Rhaenys and Corlys will arrive tomorrow and the court will be held. Baela and Rhaena, the twin daughters of my nephew Laenor, look the part of Valyrians with their silver hair and sharp features.