The Gentle Queen: HOTD

Whore of Dragonstone|15|

"Why has this meeting been called?" Lillian asked the small council as she took her seat at the head of the table. She was once again expected to look after the whole realm while her husband rots away in his room.

"We have received a letter from Dragonstone, your grace." Jasper Wilde answered the queen, who looked less than interested in the princess, and all who stayed at Dragonstone meant nothing to her.

"And what of it?" she asked, causing everyone to share looks, each man not wanting to be the one who broke the news that would no doubt anger the queen when she hears what the princess and heir has done now. It was quite clear to everyone that the queen was done being forgiving; her son's eye was ripped from his head, and the person who did it walked away free after the king took away the punishment the queen set after Rhaenyra begged him to. Her little boy was in constant pain, physical and emotional, trying to adapt and trying to accept that he would never be whole.

"You will learn that the silent conversation pisses me off very quickly. What has happened?" Lillian asked, looking at the men on the small council, who all seemed hesitant in speaking.

"We have received some unsettling news, your grace." Tyland broke the tense silence, looking at the letter he held.

"What unsettling news has been received?" She asked, sipping her wine wishing for them to get to the point.

"Princess Rhaenyra has sent word of her new marriage and that the marriage has been consummated." Otto informed his daughter, who scoffed down her wine, needing it to get through this conversation.

"Laenor only died a week ago." She mentioned angered by the disrespect that has been shown to a respectable man who was murdered and no doubt by her "this fucking cunt."

"Let's not be quick to anger your grace." Otto warned but was ignored.

"And who has the princess wedded without the blessing of the king and I?" She questioned, trying to think of all possible matches she could have chosen from.

"A Ser Daelon, your grace," Tyland answered, and all watched as the queens faced pinched

"Lord Coryl's bastard that was in attendance to Lady Laena's funeral?" She asked, looking at Daemon, whom she instilled as Lord Commander again but also as her most trusted advisor. She knew everything thanks to Daemon's connection, the white worm, a valuable asset for her plans.

"Yes, Daor doubt se mēre ziry fucked se bantis zȳhon trēsi attacked Aemond" (Yes, no doubt the one she fucked the night her sons attacked Aemond). Daemon replied he had told her what the woman was doing instead of watching her sons.

"I will handle this matter," she informed the council standing up, brushing down her skirt. Her words confused the lords.

"And how shall you do that, your grace? Lord Bessbury asked

"The princess has married a bastard and consummated the marriage as far as I am concerned, this council, and the crown does not see her marriage as true; the king did not give his blessing nor did I."

"You mean to shame her and annul the marriage? It was an old Valyrian wedding, you cannot," the old lord argued.

"I am the queen, your queen, Lord Beesbury, and you will not tell me what I can and cannot do. I have had enough of hearing those words. The princess married a bastard child without permission. She married someone in the way of her tradition but not the tradition of the crown."

"Your Grace-"

"Question me again, and you won't be able to speak again, my Lord." Her words silenced the old lord. She hummed, eyeing the man before leaving the room, her guards Ser Arryk and Ser Criston following close behind her as she made her way her day chambers so that she could write a letter to the whore of Dragonstone, but the letter would have to wait as Lyra informs her that something happened with Aemond.