Love Strong

Chapter 3

Gasps were heard everywhere in the room, but Elyria didn’t make a sound. She just sat there, eyes wide, staring at her father in astonishment.

“Your grace. Otto started slowly.”

“What now, Otto? What more could you have to say? Viserys sighs in tiredness.”

“This choice doesn’t solve the problem.” Otto says matter of factly.

Elyria’s blood started to boil as she understood the insinuation. The shock of the news had passed, and she was ready to take over her birth right at the wish of her father.

“And what problem is that, Otto?”
Viserys asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“The problem of having a girl on the iron throne, we need a strong male king, not a pathetic excuse of a weak queen.” Otto spat before he could stop himself, his eyes widening at the realization.

Viserys jumped out of his chair; his face twisted in fury.

“How dare you-” he started but soon stopped when he saw his daughter stand up from her chair slowly.

“If you would father, I would like to take care of this alone” she told him, giving him a smirk at the end.

He nodded slowly and sat back down on his chair, watching as she started to walk slowly around the table.

“So, tell me my good lords. What is the difference between a man and a woman?” she asked, still walking around the table and watching each one of their faces.

They all seemed conflicted as if they didn’t know if she was asking that as a trap.

“Speak up, I'm really asking you. What is the difference between a man and a woman?” she asked again.

“Their strength” someone says.

“No” she simply answers.

“What do you mean, no!? Strength is a strong factor in the drift between men and women!” Tyland exclaimed.

“No, it isn’t” she responds, stopping in front of him. “A woman as a lot more of strength of mind than men. As for physical strength, I'll have you know that there are women in the Red Keep that could put you on your ass easily.” she told him, smirking at the end before resuming her walk around the table.

“So? No one has an idea of why women usually don’t sit on the throne?” she asks, looking all around and stopping at the end of the table where her father was not sitting so that everyone could see her.

“The principal idea is that women are supposedly inferior to men, but a characteristic that eliminated them categorically of the throne in the eyes of men is that one day they would carry children” she says watching with amusement in her eyes at the look of realization in their faces. “I, on the other hand, possessed something called a cock, which mean I will never carry children, but I can still make heirs. I am a master of war strategies and handling; sword, bow, spear, throwing knives and so on. I also am a fabulous diplomat and know history better than the people who wrote it themselves. So, may I ask who is your better option?” she finally asked, grinning when she sees corlys bowing to her, every men in the room except her father doing like him Otto is the last. He looks at her dead in the eyes before giving her a small ridiculous bow before giving one to her father and quickly exiting the room.

Later that night, she was in her father’s room drinking wine with him sitting at the table.

“You were very good at the council today” he says taking a sip out of his cup.

“I have to be, if I'm going to lead them” she responds shortly.

“And what do you think of my decision?” he asked her, analyzing her face for some kind of reaction.