The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Thirteen

Rhanea couldn't help but to smile, not only her Daemion was still alive, but he also crushed the pirates of Stepstones.

Rhaena noticed that Daemion was wearing a brown leather bag around his waist. Strange she thought to herself.

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The first person Daemion eyes fell on as he made his way in front of the iron throne was none other her. His Rhaena. She was smiling. Daemion's heart started to race but he decided to not return the smile at this moment.

He did not wish anyone to notice them.

Then Daemion turned his eyes to his front, on the iron throne sat King Aegon the dragon.

Next to the iron throne stood his grandmother, Visenya, whom was softened with a smile, as if she was relived to see him.

In the very front of the iron throne, right above the stairs, stood Maegor. His father. He stood tall with the outfit of the colour of their house.

Daemion and Aethan kneeled in front of Maegor. "My prince and hand to be." Lord Aethan said respectfully.

"Father." Daemion said formally. And reached for his leather bag and took out a piece of the pirate kings banner, and put if in front of the Maegor's feet. "The Stepstones has been crushed. In the name of the Queen and the king." Daemion said formally.

Aegon the conqueror smiled "you have done well my boy!" And raised his hand forward, a guard grabbed the piece of banner and handed it to the king.

Aegon studied the banner for a second "Finally we are rid of those pirates." Daemion smirked a little to himself. "I have heard that you also slew the legendary monster of Magadan. Tell me about him." Aegon asked.

"He was smaller than I expected." Daemion said with an amused and almost playful voice. The sounds of small chuckles rose from the crowed.

Maegor remained silent. But than he spoke in his strong voice so everyone could hear him speak:

"You have made me proud my son." And he continued "You have served the crown a great service, and it needs a great reward."

And to everyone's shock, Maegor reached for the sword at his waist. For Dark Sister.

"You have more than proven yourself to carry our ancestral blade, Dark Sister with you. As I am needed in the keep, I will not have as many opportunities to shower her in blood. I know you will do it in my stead."

Maegor's face softened. Daemion did not dare to think that his father was actually smiling with pride.

Daemion raised his hands, his hands shaking. And Maegor placed Dark Sister in his hands.

Daemion could feel his body shaking. The Dark Sister's hilt felt like unlike anything that he had ever touched. The sword of his grandmother and father.

Visenay watched with an immeasurable amount of pride as Maegor bestowed Dark sister upon Daemion. At long last Visenya thought and smiled to herself. 

You have more than earned it my grandson. Hence forth, you are no longer Daemion, son of Maegor and grandson to Visenya. You are Daemion the Black Dragon, wielder of Dark Sister. Today you have started your own legacy.

Daemion brought the Dark Sister in front of his face. Lost at the moment. With lips forming a smile, that he hopes his hair would cover.

For years he had watch Dark Sister in his fathers hands. The twin to sword Blackfyre. Sword to his father and his mother before him.

Daemion stood up "You do me great honour, Father." I will be worthy of this father, on all blood, sweat and tears that I have dropped, I swear it. Daemion thought to himself.

Maegor's features softened. He was truly proud of the man standing in front of him, his son. Maegor leaned close and whispered in high valyrian "it suits you, far better than it ever did on me."

Daemion smirked, and answered in high valyrian. "Thank you father."

Daemion walked on top or stares and first looked at his grandmother. Visenya nodded with a smile. And then Daemion turned his look to the king.

"If you allow me, I wish to speak to the lords and ladies, your grace." Daemion spoke in high valyrian to the king.

Aegon nodded with a smile.

Daemion turned to all the high lords of Westeros and spoke.

"Too long we have allowed our claim to the throne to endure the horrors of war. Time and again we've defeated those who challenged us. But but we've exacted no retribution. Demanded no remuneration."

Daemion continued with a strong, but yet sinister voice, a voice that sent shivers down Rhaena's spine.

"What have we gained for our mercy? More intrigue... More senseless violence! There are new rules not only in Stepstones but to all of you, heed me. No longer I will simply defend the crown. I will seek and destroy all who pose a threat to it." Daemion said loud with a strong voice "No mercy will be shown. No quarter given!"

He reached for his lather bag.

And took out the head of the the former king merged with the monster's face stitched to it, and threw it in front of the liege lords and ladies.

Faces of disgust and gags could be heard, some even lost their dignity by vomiting, but none compared to the feeling they all shared; horror.

To which Daemion smirked.

Alysanne hid her face in her mothers dress, Aegon was speechless, Aenys felt like vomiting, Viserys was quiet and Jahaerys sick.

But Rhaena was horrified, not by the head alone, but at sick feeling that she was feeling. Rhaena didn't want to believe that Daemion was capable of such a cruel act.

The head mutilated, lacking tooth that were removed with forced and fresh blood leaving the abomination, proof that the king was still alive when his head had merged with the monsters head.

"They said monster of  Magadan was a god. Impossible to kill." Daemion mocked and chuckled with the last part, but then his face hardened as he leaned his head closer as if he was trying to whisper in everyone present's ear.

"There are fates worse than death."