The Gentle Queen: HOTD

Dragonstone|11|

Viserys sat at the head of the table in the council room. "Well, why the meeting?" he asked, annoyed at being taken from a certain red head.

"It's Prince Daemon, your grace," Lyonel Strong said.

"The prince left a massive problem, which I believe might explain this," Otto said, pulling out a scroll before reading it out loud.

"It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the iron throne, to announce that he is to take a second wife in tradition of Old Valyria; she is to assume the title Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone; her grace is with a child; and she is to have a dragon's egg placed in the baby's cradle as the custom of House Targaryen."

"The prince has invited you to his wedding. Your grace, it is in two days," Otto said, rolling his eyes.

"God be good, who is Lady Mysaria?" Viserys asked, getting angry with his brother.

"Daemons whore your grace," Otto responded.

"My brother wishes to provoke me to answer him by giving him what he wants." Viserys remarked

"The realm is watching your grace," Otto reminded him.

"What would you have me do to send him to the wall? Perhaps I could put his head on a spike," Viserys said, amused as he shook his head and sighed.

"Daemon has seized Dragon Stone, has surrounded himself with an army of gold cloaks, and has stolen a dangerous weapon," Otto told him.

"What egg did he steal?" Rhaenyra asked, her tone void of any emotions, knowing only one egg was available to be taken without notice.

"The egg you chose for Prince Baelon Princess," the dragonkeeper answered with hesitation, knowing the subject of her deceased brother was a sore spot for her.

"Assemble a detachment, and I will go to Dragon Stone and drag Daemon back to face justice myself." Viserys said he was angry, especially after seeing the heartbreak on his daughter's face.

"It is too dangerous to do that, your grace," Otto told him. "You are the king; anything could happen. I will assemble a detachment and go as your Lord Hand; that is my job."

Viserys nodded, sitting back down as Rhaenyra stormed out of the room, feeling overwhelmed.

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"Welcome to Dragonstone Otto," Daemon said, sounding smug.

"Your occupation of this island is at an end; you are to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, banish your whore, and leave Dragonstone by order of his grace, King Viserys," Otto said sternly.

"Where is the king? I don't see him." Daemon relied on amusement while looking around.

"His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce," Otto said, scoffing, "but you would," Daemon countered.

"Ser crispin, was it?" he asked, seeing a certain knight.

"Ser Criston, my prince," he corrected. "Ah, yes, apologies; I couldn't recall," Daemon said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Perhaps my prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse and defeated him in weapon combat." Ser Criston retorted, making the prince angry and glaring at the knight.

"This is truly pathetic; show Daemon," Otto told him. "Are you so desperate for the king's attention that you have resorted to sulking about like a common cutpurse?"

"I am simply keeping with the traditions of my house the same as my brother did for his heir, and it is Prince; you forget yourself, Otto," Damon said.

"Those traditions are for the true-born children of royalty, not for bastards fathered by a common whore," Otto corrected.