Reputation // Daemon Targaryen // Viserys Targaryen

103. Welcome back... Daemon

'' All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragons tone and heir to the Iron Throne and her royal consort, Prince Daemon Targaryen.'' Steffon Darklyn announced as they arrived at the capital.

''Welcome back, Princess.''

''Lord Caswell.'' Rhaenyra remarked as they walked inside. "I would say it's nice to be home, but I scarcely recognize it."

''Mm.'' Daemon agreed looking around it looked full of life and love and smiles, not the proper guards standing staring back at you with dull eyes. There was a dark peace over the land.

''We have continued to enjoy improved customs duties since the settling of the Step stones. And the extent to which we exploit those is contingent on the harbor master's receipts. Of which, um, uh, the, uh, septons have requested half that again for a bronze bust they wish to co... to commission for the, the Festival of the Mother, which I would not recommend." Beesbury said to the council.

'Thank you for that exhaustive accounting, Lord Beesbury." Davina told him, she sat in Viserys spot. He rarely left his bed and he was in no shape to rule.

''I remind you...'' but the door opened and Davina turned to the guard.

'' Your guests have arrived, Your Grace.'' Davina's face pinched as she released a hot breath.

''I trust they've been welcomed as befits their station.'' Otto remarked stiffly.

''As you instructed, Lord Hand.''

'' It was my understanding Lord Corlys wished for his grandson Lucerys to succeed him as Lord of the Tides. The boy has been raised most of his life away from Driftmark. He can fly a dragon, yes, but can he command a fleet?'' Grand master Orwyle reminded them.

''Ability does not alter his claim.''

''The Sea Snake has never formally named him as heir, if it comes to that. The crown must choose what is best for the realm.''

'' He is Laenor's son. What grounds could there be...''

''What indeed, Lord Beesbury. What indeed.'' Otto agreed. Davina had gotten used to Otto, he assured her that his intentions were with her and Viserys and her children. He would prove himself to be a good and loyal hand as he was for years without any qualms. Davina didn't love Otto but she tolerated him, he was wise and good at dealing with the other council members and he was loyal. To her.

''We shall hear Rhaenyra's petition, along with those of the other claimants on the morrow." Davina told them as she rose up

''But...' Beesbury tried again

''I do beg your pardon, my lords. I must greet our guests." Davina told them stiffly.

''Shall we levy a tax on the sale of new wool?" Davina rolled her eyes.

''Your Grace... a matter has arisen that requires your attention.'' Erryk said as they left the small council room.

" Whatever it is, Ser Arryk, it'll need to wait." Davina hissed she was already in a sour mood and didn't need more drama. "I need to start reminding daemon of my promises to remove his head..."

''I'm Erryk, Your Grace.''

'Erryk, Arryk, honestly how can you tell if I'm saying the wrong name?" Davina mused nudging him with her shoulder.

"I can tell." Erryk told her.

"Of course you can. What's wrong?"

''It's about Princess Visenya, she was up all night, a fever and vomiting.'' Erryk informed her.