Post by Daemon Baratheon on Jun 19, 2015 0:59:23 GMT
OURS IS THE FURY
Upright and rigid in his chair, Daemon glared with icy cold eyes at Hans Tully. Petty or no, the words the two lords loosed could not be withdrawn, and the Lord of Riverrun had provoked Daemon’s silent fury. From that point onward, he would not redeem himself, and eventually the bastard-born lord would have his due. It comforted Daemon that Hans fell for the limping facade – none but Daemon’s family knew his cane was just for show. And the mere threat from Hans that Aegys could kill Daemon in his hall revealed that Hans remained ignorant of the relationship the Lord of Storm’s End had fostered with the Young Dragon over the years. Still, his remarks about Alynne and Euron had sealed his fate. One way or another, Daemon would see Hans die. He could jab Daemon’s pride with insults meant to wound more than prove fact, but to presume knowledge of his own family...
Daemon did not respond directly to Hans, deferring to his Prince’s telling of his plan for the Doom. A search for Valyrian Steel would prove both glorious and risky enough, but for dragons as well? The prince clearly desired to put everything on the line to become the utmost of his people that he could possibly become. If he failed, Daemon would be emotionally hurt but nevertheless unaffected. But should the prince succeed, the merits they could reap would legitimize more than just the risky venture, but an early succession to the throne.
Grabbing his cane, Daemon pressed off his chair and looked Aegys directly in the eyes. “My Prince, this venture could claim your life. But should you return, you really will be the likeness of Old Valyria come again. For that reason, and our bond, I permit you to borrow one of my ships for this journey. However...” Daemon paused, glaring at Lord Tully from the sides of his eyes before returning his gaze back to his prince. “Lord Tully is not deserving of your trust, nor of mine. As long as he is here, I cannot provide you with what you seek.”
The stag bowed and made for the doors out of the dimly lit room before stopping abruptly in front of its threshold. He spun and looked at Aegys one last time. “If you wish to claim what is yours, alone, and solidify our terms of agreements, then I will wait patiently for you – at Storm’s End.” With one last, respectful bow, Daemon shoved aside the great doors and made for the docks of Dragonstone, and away from the man of the silver trout whose rivers would one day run red with blood.
Daemon did not respond directly to Hans, deferring to his Prince’s telling of his plan for the Doom. A search for Valyrian Steel would prove both glorious and risky enough, but for dragons as well? The prince clearly desired to put everything on the line to become the utmost of his people that he could possibly become. If he failed, Daemon would be emotionally hurt but nevertheless unaffected. But should the prince succeed, the merits they could reap would legitimize more than just the risky venture, but an early succession to the throne.
Grabbing his cane, Daemon pressed off his chair and looked Aegys directly in the eyes. “My Prince, this venture could claim your life. But should you return, you really will be the likeness of Old Valyria come again. For that reason, and our bond, I permit you to borrow one of my ships for this journey. However...” Daemon paused, glaring at Lord Tully from the sides of his eyes before returning his gaze back to his prince. “Lord Tully is not deserving of your trust, nor of mine. As long as he is here, I cannot provide you with what you seek.”
The stag bowed and made for the doors out of the dimly lit room before stopping abruptly in front of its threshold. He spun and looked at Aegys one last time. “If you wish to claim what is yours, alone, and solidify our terms of agreements, then I will wait patiently for you – at Storm’s End.” With one last, respectful bow, Daemon shoved aside the great doors and made for the docks of Dragonstone, and away from the man of the silver trout whose rivers would one day run red with blood.
[Exit]
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
