Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 165 - Barristan Selmy.

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Third Person POV.

Winterfell.

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Daemon settled into the Iron Throne and looked at his men.

"Now, please, call that knight from the south." He said calmly, while keeping the Winter Throne within storage.

It took a few minutes, but soon Barristan Selmy came to him, guided by his men, as he stared at Daemon with a stupefied look. He obviously did not expect to find the Iron Throne, upon which Daemon was now seated, after having replaced the Winter Throne.

The gleam of recognition came to the knight as soon as he entered the hall, looking at the throne that, for much of his life, had been the disgrace of king after king, whom he served.

And the last of the kings Ser Barristan Selmy served was the first king to don a crown and not have that throne to sit upon, since the Conquest... He still had fresh memories of countless audiences complaining, insulting, and cursing Daemon for having stolen the Iron Throne, where according to Joffrey the rightful heir should sit.

He had never sat upon it, which was frustrating for the young king. The history books would never fail to record the fact that the throne was stolen during the coronation, being the first time a king had faced such an awkward situation. He would be a joke in the history of Westeros because of his first day as king, with the maesters recording this moment.

In any case, Barristan stepped a few paces forward, kneeling before Daemon.

Daemon looked to the sides and saw a man of the free folk staring at him like guards, but no one said anything, only looked somewhat confused with their own gaze upon him. They certainly did not know what he wanted, and Jon needed someone speaking his titles at that moment.

He only sighed. He needed someone to present him formally, but he only had men of the free folk with him in Winterfell at that moment, who possessed no knowledge of the customs of the south. Not that he could blame them. He only turned his gaze forward again, to face the kneeling knight.

"Barristan Selmy, the man who became Kingsguard and was knighted to the Kingsguard by Aegon V Targaryen, before Aerys, then served King Aerys and Prince Rhaegar. After the fall of the prince, you turned to Robert Baratheon with the intention of following him, even though your king was still alive in King's Landing. As far as I know, you should be under the command of Joffrey Waters, the bastard of Cersei and Jaime Lannister — yes, Joffrey Waters, for I recognize no other. Now you stand before Daemon Targaryen, son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. Tell me, what is a White Cloak — no less than their commander — doing before me without your armor and not even the sword I saw you wield in King's Landing?" Daemon said calmly from his chair.

He noticed that the sword the knight bore at his waist was not the same, being only a secondhand blade, nothing like the weapon he used in King's Landing when he fought against Daemon.

"I threw it away, Your Majesty." Said the knight, looking at Daemon.

"Why?" Daemon asked.

No man simply abandoned the Kingsguard, and Daemon could not allow himself to accept someone who had betrayed the former king he served. He would never let a man with questionable loyalty offer his services, as he seemed to be doing at that moment.

"I was dismissed from my duties before coming here." He said, with a tone of frustration and shame, while Daemon raised an eyebrow.

"Who would think of dismissing you from your duties?" Daemon murmured, surprised. This man was nothing less than a legendary knight sworn to the king's service, and even with their disagreements, Daemon recognized the value of his name.