The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
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Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jun 14, 2015 20:33:50 GMT
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in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth.
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Father, why had you kept me here for so long. Aegys was bound to this isle as its head, provided to each prince of the Iron Throne. Though such an island grows boring after the years continue to grow. Having explored nearly every nook and cranny the castle had to provide to the Targaryen first born. However today offered excitement to the young prince, coming to his abode was the head of an important house, the lord of his fathers seven kingdoms Daemon Baratheon. Having met him during travels with his father, and when all the lords were summoned to King's Landing.
This time however he was meeting the man upon his own terms, this was not the will of his father. Extending an invitation to the man by his own doing. Wanting to speak to the Baratheon Lord on matters that had recently come to him. Dressing himself in the finest attires his wardrobe could provide. A lavish ivory shirt beneath a pitch black coat, strands of red shown as strands of cloth to restrict the outfit to his frame. No armor was worn on this day, however he carried his long sword at his side no matter the instance.
Marching down from the dark cobble staircase that lead to the pier, the young man caught sight of a docking vessel. The Baratheon had made it already? Increasing the pace of his steps to a quick paced jog as he descended down the last of the steps onto the wooden dock. Watching sailors toss ropes to tether the ship to the small port, planks forming the bridge between the vessel and his dock. Emerald eyes glancing beyond the sails and sailors for the Lord. " Master Daemon it has been far to long." announcing above the waves and sea. Aegys would be lying if he said he wasn't excited.
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Post by Daemon Baratheon on Jun 14, 2015 21:14:43 GMT
OURS IS THE FURY
An invitation to Dragonstone by the royal prince himself — Daemon dare not refuse. The Young Dragon had made no mention of his intentions, but it did not matter. The Lord of Storm’s End, loyal to the Targaryens, would be the prince’s honored guest on Dragonstone. With a small handful of skilled swords at his command, Daemon boarded a ship to the dragonlords’ island home. It had been years since his eyes looked upon Dragonstone’s hulking, looming splendor. Even though next to nothing grew there, the massive castle’s architecture never ceased to amaze him. One look, and any person from Westeros would instantly recognize that this castle belonged to those of the dragon, the royal family descended from the Valyrian Dragonlords themselves.
To meet his prince, Daemon dressed in a pitch black leather doublet, its buttons golden and polished. A sword dangled sheathed at his left hip, and he gripped his dark oak cane in his right hand. He would not look as elegant as his prince, but lordly all the same. His house colors would be unmistakable. As his vessel reached the shore of the island, his sailors tethered the ship to the docks and unrolled the plank for their lord to cross. As his cane repeatedly tapped against the dock, Daemon stepped onto the pier and immediately into the sight of Aegys Targaryen. The prince glanced at the older man with his emerald eyes through strands of silver hair. Indeed, with his physical appearance and attire, he looked every bit the blood of the dragon. Daemon locked eyes with his prince, then bowed respectfully.
“Prince Aegys,” he replied loudly as he began to approach the Young Dragon. “Indeed, it has. Last I saw you, you remained a young boy. But now you are a man fully grown, and every bit as regal a dragon as His Grace. It pleases me to see you again. I must admit, my curiosity for this summons had been consuming me the entirety of my journey here.”
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jun 14, 2015 21:50:48 GMT
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in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth.
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The benevolence of the Baratheon house hold was immediate upon his sight of Lord Daemon. The stature of the man was magnificent even with the cane he kept himself proper and upright. Watching him make it upon his castle island of Dragonstone, it truly had been to long. Master Baratheon image presented him of the perfect highborn, with shades of black and glints of gold. At long last the Lord bowed before his greatness, a humble act from the Stormland's Lord. " And you don't look like you've aged a year, are you sure you need that cane Lord Daemon." jesting as if between old friends.
Hearing the Baratheon lord inquire about his summons to Dragonstone, answering him promptly, " Curious or just happy to be free of Storm's End?" Aegys smirked again, playing the game of cat and mouse with the old man. " Though we will get to that matter in the main hall, the docks are no place for such important words between great men." musing politely as he gestured a hand towards the stairs as servants and guards came to assist Daemon crew. " Tell me Lord Daemon, how have you been?" questioning the recent past of the Baratheon.
Wondering what the man clad in ebony had done with himself over the recent months. Starting their journey towards the castle from the pier. " They say I am the spitting image of my father during his youth, I like to think that dragons have nothing on this handsome face." Aegys explained brushing a hand across his soft cheek, bound by no scales as he pretended to breathe a cone of fire before Lord Daemon. " Thank you Daemon." accepting the compliment on his regal status. All these boring years here had started to pay off with Lord Baratheon's arrival at his home.
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Post by Daemon Baratheon on Jun 14, 2015 22:09:47 GMT
OURS IS THE FURY
Daemon bowed his head in gratitude for Aegys’ kind remark of his age. Though separated by twenty years, the two men could converse warmly. Daemon’s frequent visits to Kings Landing, a feat fairly easy for anyone from the Stormlands, gave him ample time to meet the prince in his youth. Lord Daemon maintained good relations with most of the royal family, and he was one of few lords deemed welcome to spend so much time near the fledgling prince. But Aegys was no longer a fledgling. He welcomed Daemon with jests and smiles, but looked every bit a lord — and he ranked higher than the stag as heir to the Iron Throne.
“I love my home, but visiting a place as grand as Dragonstone would bring any man swiftly to your docks,” Daemon replied, not shying away from the back-and-forth banter with his prince. And Aegys was right — they best keep to jokes and frivolous talk, reserving the truth of Daemon’s visit to themselves until they reached Aegys’ hall. Even on the prince’s island, as long as they wandered outside of his halls, neither could know who listened in on their conversation.
“I’ve been well, my prince,” Daemon admitted. “The Stormlands thrive under the rule of your father, and my family has naught to complain about. I fear I need hurry on arranging marriages for my children, however. Having all of them still at Storm’s End can prove quite a handful for my lady and I…And you do look very much like His Grace during his youth. I first saw him when I was a boy, though he had already assumed the throne. It is no surprise that, as his firstborn son, you resemble him so strongly. As for your face, well…the stag has no place to make remarks on the effects of dragons.”
Oh, Daemon knew how to play the honey-tongued guest, even with someone as close and genuinely important to him as Aegys.
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jun 14, 2015 22:50:52 GMT
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in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth.
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" One of these days I dare say I should drop in and visit." Aegys smiled, a surprise visit upon a new hold would be not a journey for him but a surprise for the court of Storm's End. " You are the first I care to greet however." retorting to Daemon on the topic of the castle Dragonstone drawing sea-bound lords and the likes. Their movement bringing them up upon the rows of stairs, ascending to the keep above. It would be only a short matter of time before they reached the courtyard of the castle. " Father and I should switch, Iron must not feel to great on the bottom after so many years." Aegys mused, had it been anyone but these two it would have been considered treasonous speech.
Aegys ears would tune into the Baratheon's speech of recent events, the male seemed to be doing well beneath his fathers command, watching over one of the seven kingdoms with ease. The strength of Daemon's will was far mightier than his, ruling over a kingdom beat this castle. Aegys however was ready for this weight. " The stags fur and horns are still of incredible value, do not belittle your house on my behalf. I know my blood, and I know yours. The stag is a powerful sigil." Aegys said strongly to Lord Baratheon. Upon his last word the stairs would cease and ground level they would be with Dragonstone Castle. Standing beneath the might tree planted by is father in the courtyard.
" Welcome to my home." Aegys mused spreading his hands towards the dark glimmer of the castle. Very few living things were able to grow in these parts, the dragon glass a near hospitable home for flora and the likes. Despite that the King had made this plant grow, wither by magic or just his demand for the plant life to do so. Escorting Daemon towards the massive castle doors, " Your family is welcome here Lord Baratheon. Too bad they didn't join you, I might have asked father to wed me to one of your beautiful kin." Aegys offered with a growing smile to the Lord, " Though would you want to be brother-in-law to my father?" he asked with a shit grin.
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Post by Daemon Baratheon on Jun 14, 2015 23:33:31 GMT
OURS IS THE FURY
Daemon simply smiled at the prince’s expressed favor for the Lord of Storm’s End above others. Being the first lord Aegys received at Dragonstone implied a great many things, though Daemon was not shocked by the gesture. What did surprise him, however, was Aegys’ comment on the Iron Throne. The tone with which the Young Dragon spoke sounded facetious, and Daemon felt that such had been his prince’s intent. Clearly, the dragon trusted the stag well enough to joke with words that other lords could lose their tongues for. Daemon gave the remark no reply, but his smile had waned, his face becoming more like his renown cold sternness.
“Thank you, Prince Aegys,” he nodded to the Young Dragon concerning the value of the stag, determined not to reveal any shock at the prince’s earlier jests. Just then, the pair arrived at the top of the stairs and stood at the edge of the castle’s courtyard. A tree grew, large and proud, and hung over the space. The area looked unnatural, a sculpted impossibility forced upon the peak of Dragonstone. But Daemon’s thoughts did not linger long on the flora, for he had not answered his prince’s summons to debate in his head the origins of trees.
“You honor me greatly, my prince,” Daemon replied, appreciative of Aegys’ high opinion of his family. But still, he picked up on the prince’s rhetorical stab at his own father. Would Daemon want to be brother-in-law to the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms? The answer seemed effortless and simple for most people to give. But the prince seemed to imply hidden layers of complexity behind such a supposedly simple jest. “I would count my luck immeasurable were my daughter to marry you,” he replied cautiously, avoiding any comments seemingly tarnishing the King before the two had actually entered into Aegys’ hall. “Whether or not His Grace would agree, that is an entirely separate matter…”
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jun 15, 2015 3:06:47 GMT
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in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth.
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" You do not need to thank me old man." Aegys laughed, " You have served my father well, everyone knows the Stag." he added to Lord Baratheon. Dragonstone castle walls began to close behind them as they entered deeper into his sanctuary. The building spoke perfectly for his house name, tapestry displaying the sigil of House Targaryen before all those who would enter. Crimson painting these halls beautifully, with everything a proud castle deserves. Save a proper audience, the isle was rarely visited by anyone but royals and nobles. Happy with the second Lords visit.
The two would come to a halt for a brief moment upon entering an enclosed chamber, the prince instructed the guards to lock the door behind them. A hearth lighting the room dimly for the two, shadow garbing many portions of the room save the wooden table. " The luck would be mine Lord Daemon, would have no other lands be my second home then the Stormlands." Aegys explained to the Lord with a gentle heart. With a loud clank they were sealed in the room until either wished to leave, no longer would there be ears privy to such subjects they were about to speak of.
Seating himself among one of the man seats that adorned the room, happily leaning against the comfortable seat. Resting his head back against the furniture, as his eyes fell upon Lord Baratheon. Crossing his legs beneath the table and arms across his chest. A smile still adorned his face, " Who has a say in my marriage may change, I'd prefer to choose my own wife. Especially if your daughters are as beautiful as you say, but please take a seat." gesturing with a nod for his company to be seated. " That cane must get heavy after all." Aegys laughed.
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Post by Daemon Baratheon on Jun 15, 2015 3:26:40 GMT
OURS IS THE FURY
Their jesting continued as the Lord of Storm’s End and the Young Dragon walked across the courtyard and into the castle itself. Tapestries bearing the sigil of House Targaryen welcomed Daemon into Dragonstone castle’s hall. Crimson coated the interior, a reminder of the fire and blood that the royal house so proudly took for their words. And each step Daemon took, each tap of his cane, echoed throughout the tall hall without hindrance, for not many walked through the prince’s bastion. It would prove a good place for whatever discreet topic Aegys planned for Daemon’s visit.
Two guards opened the doors to a private chamber, and Daemon followed his prince inside. A fire danced in its hearth, though faint. Shadow followed the flame’s steps, waving over much of the furniture. The doors locked behind them with a loud clank, and at last the pair had their privacy. Daemon waited patiently for his prince to seat himself, listening to him remark on how lucky he would be to have the Stormlands as a second home. He nodded toward a seat across from his own, to which Daemon immediately approached, sat himself, and faced his prince. He leaned his wooden cane along the chair’s right armrest.
“If that is to change, well…We all have our own preferences, my prince. Often, we do what our father’s or higher lords command. Soldiers obey the orders of their superiors. It goes on. To suggest a change in the determining of one’s marriage…I have been paying attention to your words, my prince. I would be playing the fool to deceive you of otherwise. I believe I can guess what you intend.” Daemon straightened his seated posture, and his eyes never retreated from Aegys’ emerald own. The look the stag gave the Young Dragon was one of cold calculation, not hostile nor dangerous but masking a more ruthless cunning.
“I humbly ask that we now make the matter of my visit clear, Prince Aegys, if that would please you.”
Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jun 16, 2015 2:18:31 GMT
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in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth.
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Lord Baratheon had taken a seat close to him, allowing them to speak easy between each other. Aegys would listen to everything the wise Lord had to say to him about this world. Nothing seemed to get by him unnoticed, as all key words to conversations prior had struck the proper note within his mind. The eyes of the Baratheon radiated strength and brilliance, the tomes had not recorded the greatness of the Stormlands Lord. Asking the young dragon for his true purpose here. Aegys imagined there was no further delay of his ploy.
" I want the Iron Throne." Aegys said bluntly to the Lord Baratheon, lacking of any doubt in his voice. " I have sat upon this idle throne of Dragonstone for to long, I am ready to guide my people." Aegys declared to Daemon. His eyes focusing sharply on Daemon, watching for every reaction the male made. " I brought you here to see who your alligeance was to, my father or me. If it is to that mad old king then you are welcome to dismiss yourself from my home." Aegys shared, killing the lord in his house would make more problems then solve. This was not the end of his means however, sharing his motives further with the Baratheon.
" I ask not only for your partnership to acquire the throne, but to help me claim my birth right." the vague terms needing further explanation as the young prince rose up from his seat to place his hands onto the table, holding them before his face. " I want to travel to Essos, to the home of my people, the Doom of Valaria." Aegys explained to Lord Baratheon, such words were a death setnece for many went to the Doom but none returned. Aegys planned to be the first, " I come to you my oldest and most trusted of my fathers allies to beg you for a ship to let me reclaim my history to shape our future." Aegys said moving the seat out from the able to kneel down before the Lord. " I bow to no man." Aegys explained to Daemon.
" but you are no man, you are the Stag of the Stormlands."
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Post by Daemon Baratheon on Jun 16, 2015 2:49:44 GMT
OURS IS THE FURY
Prince Aegys’ intent did not shock Daemon. It was as he inferred — the Young Dragon wanted his father’s seat, the chair wrought with the melted blades of his greatest ancestor’s enemies. Yet even though the Lord of Storm’s End expected the prince’s words, his face drew back from them. His stare remained stern and unyielding, but his face gave away an expression of surprise at the prince’s bluntness, instead of at his actual message. With the purpose of Daemon’s summons revealed, the cheerful air that surrounded the two moments before now parted for a tenser atmosphere. Daemon secretly welcomed it, as he thrived in high-stakes, secretive negotiations. He listened intently to his princes words.
The prince desired the truth of Daemon’s allegiance, his partnership in acquiring the Iron Throne, and something unexpected — a ship to visit the Doom of Valyria. To aid a prince in usurping his father and taking the crown for himself was already an endeavor few lords in their life ever undertook. Even fewer were the number of lords who willingly lent ships to their princes to journey to the Doom. Whereas a blunt admittance of wanting the throne barely shocked Daemon, Aegys’ determination to venture to his people’s desolate homeland made the stag’s heart and mind pause. Did the prince understand what he was saying? He even inserted flattery to help convey his message, labeling Daemon as the oldest and most trusted of his father’s allies — a label that would dissolve quickly to falsehood should Daemon help Aegys take the throne. And he even kneeled before this man, an expression that clearly presented the Young Dragon’s urgency, if not desperation.
“My prince, please, rise,” Daemon bid, gesturing up with his hand. “What you ask is certainly nothing small on my part. To help you ascend to your birthright earlier than the realm expects is one thing. But to willfully help you travel to a land where none have returned in centuries is also a great risk. It may be one that I’m willing to take. Must this trip be so discreet that you risk too much taking one of your own ships? Still, even then, I can aid you. However, I have a condition of my own.
When the day comes that you take the Iron Throne, name me your Hand of the King.”
Callused hands collided against one another, resulting in a thunderous clap that polluted the scarcely lit room. For a long moment it was the only hint of another presence in the room. It was enough to cause the hairs to stand on end and the spine to stiffen – and just like it had arrived, the ominous clapping ceased abruptly. And out of the shadows stepped none other than Hans Tully, the Lord of Riverrun.
“Lovely, no? The way the young dragon slithers like a snake rather than roars like his namesake. Almost as glorious as the conniving little stag.” Ice and venom dribbled off of his plump lips, excitingly uncharacteristic of any who believed themselves to know the aged lord. Hans didn’t care to indulge in the various nuisances and formalities one would expect when in the presence of such nobility, the instant the white-haired boy uttered desire to unhinge his father, such civility was forfeited. Two men could keep a secret if one were dead, and if that circle expanded to three… well mutual respect certainly wasn’t going to be the tie that held everything together.
None knew better the blessings of House Targaryen than Hans. Born with impure blood his entirety was due to the king, and yet he found himself standing in that wretched room located inside of an even more miserable keep. Shaking his head at the thought, he stepped further out of the shadows so that the light fully illuminated him. His dress differed from what he was adorned with when he had disembarked the ship some days ago, clearly desiring comfort more than renown as his body was clothed with simple cottons. As he approached the table that the two sat around, his baritone commanded respect all the same.
“It is treason that he asks of you. The betrayal of your liege lord, and royal highness. And yet… despite being such an abominable act you are considering it. Not only that but you are seeking a pristine position as well. Between the three of us, Westeros is a sorry lot indeed.” Without further explanation or banter – the eccentric lead of House Tully; the man deceivingly known as Hans the Kind, took his seat. The devilish grin that twisted his lips spoke to his position on the matter.
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Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jun 16, 2015 3:53:58 GMT
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in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth.
❞
Lord Baratheon had taken in much of the information that he shared, the young dragon could feel the tension of Lord Tyrell starting to build, the duo about to turn into a trifecta. Daemon asked of the prince to rise from his knee, such an act was not common place for the first born son of the king. Ascending back to a normal point of view before the two lords. Hearing what first was to come the Stags mouth. Reinforcing the danger of the Doom and what he asked of the Storm's Master. Yet he did not waver, hearing the mans request for such a favor.
" I would have no better adviser at my side, Lord Baratheon. I think Lord Tyrell values something far more then the Red Keep." eyes falling upon the noise being created by the males hands. Hans introducing himself to Daemon at last as he made himself known to those within the chamber. Speaking with daggers towards the prince, had Han's been any other mortal he would have been cut down where he stood. " It has appeared the Golden Rose has wilted." retorting to the sullen lord with a smile. " I bring you Lord Hans of Highgarden." properly introducing the man to Daemon.
The young dragon listened to what the old Lord had to say to the two men, his words showed his age and cunning. It was all to true that what Aegys asked was treason, but here sat two men with no fear of beheading talking about felling the king. " There are things far worse then treason Lord Tryrell. Either the man will be branded Kingslayer, or Kingmaker." Aegys replied to the words of his friend, eyes resting on the Tyrell Lord. " Westeros has given us our chance to take it with our own hands, I intend to seize it from the mad-king." the young dragon declared. " Though slaying my father is only half the battle, I brought both of you here for a second matter." Aegys concluded briefly, wanting to hear the words of his most trusted partners.
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Post by Daemon Baratheon on Jun 16, 2015 4:18:20 GMT
OURS IS THE FURY
Daemon wanted to hear the prince’s prompt reply. Instead he heard the unwanted and chilling clap of a stranger’s hands in the darkness. Daemon’s head turned to face what he immediately perceived as a new threat, and out of the shadows slid forth Hans Tully, the Lord of Riverrun. His first words lacked any ounce of noble courtesy, and clearly the southern Warden had no intention of sweetening his speech. Daemon glared cooly at him, refraining from giving into impulse and lashing back with an immediate reply. Prince Aegys’ responded to Daemon’s own condition that he would have no better adviser by his side — and yet he kept Lord Tully's attendance to their private meeting secret. That would not bode well with the stag, even if it never left his mind. Their trust clearly had room to grow.
“Lord Tully,” Daemon acknowledged the new lord curtly, nodding at him as the man seated himself nearby. Aegys’ swiftly rebutted Hans crude statement, through which the man deemed the subject of their conversation an abomination. The prince said that worse things could be done, yet Daemon did not find those words convincing enough. “An abomination to bring a man to the throne he inevitably would inherit, retiring his father who grows more senile and wrathful by the day? Odd enough, a man who owes far more to the King than myself chides me on my words, but prances about clearly delighted by the prospect of throwing himself into this ordeal. I have seen many wear a smirk as foul as yours, thinking their schemes to be grandest and their destinies the loftiest. Do not call your prince a slithering snake while you linger in the shadows and take pride in yourself, Lord Tully.”
Daemon’s face then returned to gaze at the Young Dragon, though part of his attention would continue to remain with Hans, a man he did not trust and immediately disliked. “What do you mean to find in the Doom, Prince Aegys?”
“Kingmaker,” echoed a cool baritone. It took a great deal for the bastard to not burst outright with laughter. One didn’t make a king. That was the Gods’ work, or at least that was how the commoner would view the matter, not that the young prince could be chastised for his perspective on such a thing. Although if a mortal were capable of making a king, that would be a potent and powerful mortal indeed, for to make something one had to be above it. A lofty position indeed.
Smirk widening at the retorts of Daemon Baratheon, Hans quieted the fury that built within his gut. “The Kingmaker wishes to retire the current king. No. The Traitor wishes to pretty the situation and comfort himself.” There had yet to be a weapon drawn but the icy look that Hans shot Lord Baratheon along with his words suggested that the two of them were a mere breaths away from killing one another. “We are all traitors in this room. But you… You are a man hobbling around on a cane in the keep of your prince yet you still feel the confidence to throw stones. I would hate to see such confidence rid sweet little Alynne of her father, although I’m sure Euron would rise to the mantle if given the chance.”
It was a poorly concealed threat, precisely because Hans intended for it to be that way. None spoke of his prowess with a blade, but the bastard knew he could hold his own and neither of the nobles before him intimidated him in the slightest in the realm of swordplay. Adjusting himself in his seat he would continue on his critique of Daemon, fully aware that he was forging no friendships but rattled to the point of not caring. “You see I believe you are mistaken. I do owe favor to the king. And I do understand royal power more than most. So much so that it hasn’t escaped me that it would be a simple thing for the slithering snake to have either of us killed. Whether he wishes to do so openly in his keep or elsewhere, it matters not. There are a number of ways to go about it that wouldn’t lead to war. But do not fret I too was mistaken, I must admit. I believed you to be the conniving stag but in truth you are just the…”
Hans’s cold words trailed off into nothingness as he suddenly shifted his attention toward the prince, almost as if disrupted in the midst of his thought. Raising a hand, he would attempt to silence any further banter from Lord Baratheon although it seemed to a rational man that he was already done. “I must say that I too am curious what you hope to find amongst ruins, that equates killing a king, even a mad one, to merely half of your goal.”
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Post by RHAEGAR TARGARYEN on Jun 18, 2015 19:34:14 GMT
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in the latest midnight hours when the world has gone to sleep, you've gotta get up. when doubts begin to rise and the world is at your feet, you've gotta get up. reach, it's not as bad as it seems. i cleanse in the river for somebody else, for anyone but myself. i'm not a selfless man, i'm not a man of wealth.
❞
" He is no traitor to the true king of Westeros." Aegys sneered towards the representative of House Tully. The gargantuan male was playing a dangerous game with the old stag. Had this not been a meeting with the prince the two would have likely taken swords to each others necks. Hearing out all that the Lord of the Riverlands before offering his words in return as if to silence the two from further verbal combat. " Heed your words Hans, it is unwise to scorn a dragon." emerald eyes narrowing upon the massive man, burning with the princes passion. The stare projecting a domain of his ire, as if a true dragon lived inside him.
" I did not summon both of you to become enemies, I brought two men I believe I can trust my life and bloodline too. House Baratheon has served me well, no mentor greater than Daemon. And House Tully no greater house then silver trout, your view of the world has shaped how I desire to rule mine." Aegys shared with the two men, " Find it in yourselves to act like Highborn." the boy commented before directing his attention to the statement both these individuals found interest in. The mention of the Doom, a cataclysm that swallowed his heritage.
" Two things." Aegys explained to the pair, hands folding out onto the table before them. " The first is the weapon of my ancestors lost to the doom, I will return with Valaryain steel." Aegys open palm turned into a fist. The potent metal had no rival, but that was only half the reason to journey to the Doom. " Dragons." the word of power spoken by the Targaryen. " This tome is written in high valarian." Aegys explained to two great men, removing a book from his attire, it had been pressed against his breast. " Its content speaks of those who rode dragons and tamed them in the city of my ancestors." the boy went on, " it mentions of a treasury of the Targaryen kings where the beasts eggs were stored. I will recover what belongs to me." the first born son concluded.
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