Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 180 - If You Do Not Kneel, You Will Be My Enemy.

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Third Person POV.

North.

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Stannis approached carefully, along with the most trustworthy people—or at least those he used to trust. The red priestess was one of them, Ser Davos was another, and Ser Axell Florent also accompanied them as they rode after hearing the summons of Daemon Targaryen.

The dragon was still at a distance, a danger to all, and yet, Stannis Baratheon went to Daemon. There was no way to refuse the request for a meeting; if he did, everyone in his army would see him as a coward. For that reason, he did not think twice about appearing after being summoned.

And as he drew closer, they began to slow down, analyzing the man who had killed his brother Robert Baratheon and caused all that chaos in King's Landing, in other places of the south, and now in the north.

Stannis did not fail to notice Daemon's arrogant and calm gaze, as if those more than twenty thousand men were nothing before him, as if he was easily controlling the situation and could decide to do anything.

It was frustrating. Even so, he approached, stopping about five meters away, still staring at him.

Daemon not only had an analytical gaze fixed on Stannis, but also on the other three people who followed him. Two he did not know, as with Stannis, he only knew it was him because he had the bearing of a leader and the appearance of a Baratheon, unlike the red priestess who had tried to seize one of the prisoners back in the Crownlands. He did not know what had happened to Yoren after that, since he had not seen him since. Together with his group, he hoped he was still alive somehow, but he had not yet reached the Night's Watch. At least, there had been no sign of him.

"So you are Stannis Baratheon. You look like your brother, but you are much more sullen than he or Renly Baratheon." Daemon spoke calmly, his gaze returning to the man.

Stannis stared at him for a few seconds. "You are speaking of Renly? The man about whom you spread lies, you sword-swallowing degenerate?" Stannis replied, not stopping, only making a pause. "And about Robert... the man you killed after torturing him."

"Well, you know I am not lying. Even you believed what I said. After all, you also denounced Cersei's three children: royal bastards passing themselves off as Robert's trueborn sons. Otherwise, you would not be here, intending to seize the throne for yourself. But it seems you failed." Daemon spoke in a calm tone.

"Besides, I only told your brother the truth. After being cornered in that forest, I simply gave him a weapon and told him I was the son of the woman he claimed to love, even though she had been dead for so long. He did not take it very well, so we fought one on one. His mastery was a little more graceful, but you should not be surprised that he lost to me. Everyone loses." Daemon concluded, sensing Stannis's anger.

"You killed a king." He mocked.

"Not technically. After all, the one who finished him was his own wife, I only put him in a grave state." Daemon replied. "Not that it makes much difference." Even so, he admitted it.

"In any case, since you surrounded an important city of the North after invading this realm, having failed at Blackwater... where you also failed to conquer King's Landing, you are now in an even worse situation, without even ships." Daemon said, watching the man's scowl deepen.

The two men also had stern expressions as they frowned after hearing that. The woman, however, stared at him intently, as if she wanted to see through him, perhaps remembering the previous encounter and the fear Daemon had caused her.