Rogue | Daemon&Rhaenyra

9

Only two months have passed, yet Daemon has insisted on being his usual self. He is always one to stir up chaos, and now has drawn the attention of the crown. He wrote a letter, saying he is to be wed to the bastard Saerra Salt in the tradition of Old Valyria, and furthermore, has stolen an egg for his future child.

But neither is true.

Saerra has no idea of the contents of this letter. She has no idea that she's being used as a pawn in his game, and has no idea as to how her father is.

" This is preposterous!" Lord Corlys shouts, " He cannot marry a bastard. He already has a wife!"

" That is true, Lord Corlys," The King nods, " Though it did not stop the Conqeruor from taking a second wife."

" Aegon was a king and his wives were princesses," The Lord of the Tides rebuttals, " Not some lowly bastard girl."

" She is your lowly bastard girl," Otto chimes in, " Is she not?"

The Hand of the King and members of the Kingsguard all then sail to the chilly and foggy isle, where their boats are docked and feet climb up the set of stone stars, and Daemon stands with his men and his woman by his side, of whom is still in the dark as to why exactly this meeting is even happening.

" Welcome to Dragonstone,  Otto," Daemon greets.

" Your occupation of this island is at an end.  You're to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, send the bastard girl back to Lord Corlys, and leave Dragonstone by order of His Grace, King Viserys," Otto demands.

" Where is the King? I don't see him.  His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a mummer's farce," The Hand dismisses.

But the Prince's eyes then flicker and fixate on a young knight.

" Ser Crispin, wasn't it?" He asks.

" Ser Criston Cole, my Prince," The knight corrects.

" Ah, yes, apologies. I couldn't recall.  Perhaps my Prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse."

" Very good."

" This is a truly pathetic show, Daemon," Otto continues, "Are you so desperate for the King's attention that you've resorted to  skulking about like a common cutpurse?"

" I'm simply keeping with the traditions of my house, the same as my  brother did for his heir," Daemon defends.

" Those traditions are for the trueborn children of royalty, not for  bastards fathered on another bastard," The Hand seethes.

" Saerra Salt is to be my wife," The Prince counters.

But the girl whose name has just been spoken finally lifts her head, revealing wide eyes filled with shock, for it's the first time she's ever heard this, though it makes her cheek burn.

" This is an abomination.  With every breath you soil your name, your house, and your brother's  reign," Otto utters.

" Our love does not know titles and traditions," Daemon counters.

" And what of you, men of the City Watch?  Aiding the Prince in his treason?" The Hand questions

The King made me their commander. They are loyal to me.  You've come for the egg.  Here it is," The Prine remarks as he extends his arm out with the egg in his hand.

" Are you mad?  You'd never survive this."

" Well, happily, neither would you.  To choose violence, here, is to declare war against your King.