A Beautiful Tragedy

Chapter Thirty One

Daemon and Verena stood on the bridge and across from Otto who stood boldly with a green house of the dragon sigil blowing behind them.
Otto Hightower eyes glazed over Verena in disgust.
His child who killed his wife stood on the opposite side.
He wished he had killed her when she was born.
She knew that.

"Father."

Verena spoke rolling her eyes which enraged Otto further,

"I come at the behest of the Dowager Queen Alicent, mother of King Aegon, Second of His Name, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. I've been directed to deliver her message only to Princess Rhaenyra. Where is the Princess?"

Syrax suddenly roared as Rhaenyra rode her in onto the bridge.
Syrax had a crown on as well.
The queen's dragon.
Verena smiled as she watched her oldest friend dismount from her dragon.
Syrax bellowed and roared as Rhaenyra walked to the head and to stand in front of Otto.
Daemon smirked at Otto as Verena stepped foreword before Otto spoke,

"Princess Rhaenyra."

Verena scoffed,

"It's Queen Rhaenyra now.
And you will show respect.
Otherwise....
you will burn."

Verena eyes darkened as Otto stepped back rolling his eyes as Rhaenyra stepped to him and spoke with grace and authority,

"She is right.
And you are all traitors to the realm."

Otto stepped back and continued rubbing Aegon's name in their faces.

"King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name...
in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms.
Acknowledge Aegon as king and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange,
His Grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone.
It will pass to your true born son, Jacaerys, upon your death. Lucerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heir to Driftmark and all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon."

Verena interjected sick of the lies.
She would never bow for this treasonous King.
No matter the blood connection.

"You are full of shit father!
You will turn the knife on us as soon as we swear fealty.
Aegon's claim will always be overshadowed by Rhaenyra's.
The heir Viserys intended.
You know it.
And i know it."

Daemon stood proud of his wife.
A fighter, Verena, yes she was.
To a fault at times.
Otto stared filled with anger at his daughter,

"Have you no shame?
You are the Kings own blood.
You should be standing with us."

"Oh fuck off.
You disowned me a long time ago father.
You are not my family."

She stepped closer to Rhaenyra showing her father the alliance that would never die.
Daemon snickered at his wife's words.
She would always stay by Rhaenyra's side.
Her husband's side.

Otto rolled his eyes before continuing on the wishes of the 'king'.

"Your sons Prince Daemon will also be given places of high honor at court: Aenar as the King's squire, Rhaegar as his cupbearer.
Finally, the King, in his good grace, will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent."