For almost her entire life, Daella Targaryen has lived as Mellara Rivers, the bastard daughter of Arnold Arryn and cupbearer of Lady Jeyne Arryn. First and trueborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daella had but slight contact with her fami...
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F I F T Y - S E V E N
Still don't know my name You still don't know my name ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Daella made Vermithor land on one of the bridges from the Red Keep, the one closest to the West Tower, so the walk to the Small Council's Chamber would be short. She gave the massive dragon a pat on his shoulder as she climbed down the saddle and turned her back on him and Silverwing as she entered the castle. She knew that she should retreat to her apartments first, to clean the blood from her face and put on a dress that was not covered in soot, but as soon as a guard of four fell around her, Daella marched straight into the Small Council's Chambers.
She was pleased to see that everyone, including her grandmother and grandsire, was present and she could feel a thrill move through her body at the looks of concern that were thrown her direction. Ser Golding had only just finished his introduction of the Queen, when Daella opened her mouth. "Grand Maester Kes," she said, giving the man a curt look as she sat down next to Aemond. She could feel his worried gaze burning the side of her face, but she did not offer him a smile to soothe him. "You are hereby dismissed from the Small Council, permanently. Pack your things and return to the Citadel at once, if they are foolish enough to take you."
"But, Your Grace, what-"
"Lord Hand," Daella continued, shifting her gaze to Otto Hightower. The old man was looking at her with a curious expression, his eyebrows slightly lifted and his hands folded together on the table. "Write to the Citadel at once with the request of a new Grand Maester, preferably one who is a better judge of character - Ser Golding, please be so kind to help the old man Kes to his chambers."
The Lord Commander of the Queensguard inclined his head and walked to the other side of the table, offering the ex-Grand Maester an arm. Despite his weak statue, the old man stubbornly refused the offer and staggered to the doors of the chamber at an agonizingly slow pace, uttering insults and curses under his breath. Daella's eyes never left him, until the doors finally closed after him and she raised her gaze to the other members of the Small Council.
"Lord Grover Tully was indeed as charming as he was traditional, and I enjoyed his company greatly. Yet his love for his foolish grandson Elmo was greater than his sense of honour and so Helaena and I were sold out in a letter addressed to Stone Hedge and its conqueror," Daella stated, her voice particularly calm. She caught the change in expression on the face of the Dowager Queen as her green eyes flickered worriedly to the doors. "We would both have been taken hostage and delivered to Prince Daemon, hadn't it been for a knight's vengeance and Helaena's love. The knight brought us outside Riverrun, but the guards caught up and Helaena offered herself up so that I could escape."
