𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter two.

( ACT II; age of the dragon. )
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chapter 2: a cask of wine to kill some time.

THE evening following the visit of the Unsullied barracks, Vaegon and Selmy sit at a small table on the upper deck of their ship to catch up on life's events. The Targaryen brought out a cask of fine wine that had been seized from Xaro's villa for the occasion, the both of them working their way through one chalice at a time. They were both fairly drunken and feeling of high spirits, once the sun had disappeared over the horizon and stars, began to make their appearance.

"Tomorrow-," Vaegon says just as he finishes the last bit of the contents of his chalice. He leans forward to fill it once more as he speaks. "I plan to gain the Unsullied as my army."

"They are slaves, Vaegon. Ultimately, I cannot make your decisions for you. You are the king, afterall," Selmy agreed, pointing a finger with the same hand that held his chalice. "Hopefully you can rule the Seven Kingdoms better than Joffrey."

Vaegon chuckles. "Tell me of this boy king," he smirks as he sips. "I hear many things, but you of anyone should be able to tell me the best details."

Selmy shrugs as he seems to think of what to say. "He is a wretched boy for his age. Arrogant, twisted, and dangerous it seems. If anything, I would say his mother is the one swaying his decisions. That woman has always been a sly one."

Vaegon had heard only a few things about the queen of Robert Baratheon, whom he'd taken as his wife shortly after the Rebellion. She was a woman of golden beauty that hailed from the rich house of Lannister. Beyond that, he didn't know much.

"Whispers of infidelity have traveled through the Red Keep as well," Selmy goes on. "That Joffrey and his three siblings are products of incest between the dowager queen and her knight brother, Jaime."

Vaegon grins and raises a brow in surprise, yet the thought of siblings loving one another had never quite been an issue in his mind. His family had always done it, yet their Valyrian blood seemed to be the excuse. He didn't know what the Lannister's could claim.

"My, my, it seems these Houses have all these secrets," Vaegon remarked as he took a drink. "There is always something to talk about."

"Oh, there is. For as problematic as the Lannister's are, I truly feel for many of the servants of the royals. Especially Princess Malkyn's handmaiden."

"What makes her so special?" Vaegon asks. "Isn't she just a servant like all the others?"

"I'm afraid not," Selmy tells him. He leans back against his chair and sighs. "Raina Snow, the bastard daughter of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. The poor lass was forced to see her father beheaded on false pretenses. Not only that, she faced just as much abuse from the boy King as his betrothed, Sansa, who shares a father with the bastard."