Dragons Rage

Betrayal

Flee Bottom

It was early in the morning when Daemion and Heleana decided to venture deep into the city. Heleana had asked Lynora if she would accompany them, but the Lannister lady insisted on watching the children.

"Here you go, little one." Heleana handed some food to orphans.

Daemion smiled as he watched his wife give food to orphans. Daemion himself gave food to people.

"Thank you, my prince." A man said.

"I'm always here to help." Daemion said.

"My prince!" Ser Erryk approached. "The queen has requested that you and Princess Heleana return to the castle with haste."

"Why?" Daemion asked.

"She did not say." Ser Erryk said.

Daemion sighed. "Very well. He gave more food and returned to the castle."

Small council chambers

Otto stood at his daughters side on the left, and Ser stood on the right.

"What is it that could not have waited an hour? Was Dorne invaded?" Ser Tyland asked, and lord Jasper smirked.

"The king is dead." Otto said. "We grieve for Viserys the peaceful... our sovereign. Our friend, but he has left us a gift. With his last breath, he impressed upon the queen his final wish, that his son Aegon... should succeed him as lord of the Seven Kingdoms."

Everyone was quiet, and then Tyland spoke up. "Then, we may now proceed with the full assurance of his blessing on our long-laid plans."

"Yes." Otto answered. "There is much to be done as we've previously discussed. The hand of the king sat down. Now, there are two among the captains of the City Watch that are loyal to Daemon. Let us replace them. Lord Lannister."

"The treasury is well in hand. The gold will be divided for safekeeping." Tyland said.

"Let ravens be sent to our allies, Riverrun and Highgarden." Otto said.

"Am I to understand that the small council have been plotting secretly to install my sin without me?" Alicent asked

"My queen, there was no need to sully you with darkling schemes." Jasper said.

"I will not have this." Lord Lyman Beesbury spoke up. "To hear that, you are plotting to replace the King's chosen heir with an imposter!"

"His firstborn son is hardly an imposter." Tyland spoke up. He knew his blood would inherit the Iron Throne now.

"Hundreds of lords and landed knights swore fealty to the princess." Lyman pointed out.

"That was some 20 years ago. Most of them now dead." Tyland spat.

"You heard the Hand. Plot or no, the king changed his mind." Jasper said.

Lyman rose from his chair. "I am 6 and 70 years old. I've known Viserys longer than any who sit at this table, and I will not believe that he said this on his deathbed, alone, with only the boy's mother as a witness. We all heard the king proclaim Daemion as Rhaenyras' heir as well. This is seizure! This is theft! It is treason! At the least it is-"

"Mind your tongue, Lyman." Grandmaester Orwyle tried to calm the master of coin down.

"The king was well last night by all accounts." Lyman didn't notice Ser Criston standing behind him. "Which of you can swear that he died of his own accord?"

"Which of is are you accusing of regicide, Lord Beesbury?" Jasper asked.

"Whether it was one of you or all of you, I care not. I will have no part -" Lord Lyman was cut off by Ser Criston.