Fierce, strong, unyielding, untamable. These words the realm whispers when they speak of the youngest daughter of the Seasnake. But when describing his youngest son only one word is needed: greenseer. House Velaryon has a difficult history with the...
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"What news from Driftmark?" Rhaenyra asked as they stood at the painted table, labelling the map with allies, foes and those undetermined, as she looked to Princess Rhaenys and her cousin held her chin high.
"Lord Corlys sails for Dragonstone."
"To declare for his Queen." Daemon announced loudly further making obvious attempts to gain control of the room. He clearly was not taking well to being given orders by women. What had he thought? That when things like battle and war came Rhaenyra would sit the throne and look pretty while he made all the decisions? Apparently he was hoping his wife would be more of a figurehead while he got to play King of the Seven Kingdoms.
"The Velaryon fleet is in my husband's yoke. He decides where they sail." Rhaenys replied, being careful not to promise what was not hers.
"We shall pray for both you and your husbands support." Rhaenyra continued not giving the situation time to bubble over, "Just as we prayed nightly for the Seasnake's return to good health. There's no port on the Narrow Sea that would dare to make an enemy of the Velaryon fleet." she turned back to the table and her lords, "And our enemies?"
"We have no friends among the Lannisters." Daemon reported, "Tyland has served the Hand too long to turn against him. And Otto Hightower needs the Lannister fleet."
"Without the Lannisters we are not like to find any allies west of the Golden Tooth."
"No. The Riverlands are essential Your Grace."
"Pray forgive my bluntness Your Grace but talk of men is moot." Lord Bartimos intervened, "Your cause owns a power that has not been seen in this world since the days of Old Valyria. Dragons."
Murmurs of agreement were heard all around the table.
"The Greens have dragons as well." She reasoned, "I want to rule the Seven Kingdoms not burn them to the ground."
"They have three adults, by my count." Daemon said cockiness coloring his tone, "We have Syrax, Caraxes, Ariagor and Meleys. Your sons have Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes. Baela has Moondancer."
"Daemon none of our dragons have been to war."
He ignored her and carried on. "There are also unclaimed dragons. Seasmoke still resides on Driftmark. Vermithor and Silverwing dwell on the Dragonmount - still riderless."
Rhaena looked down suddenly uncomfortable.
"Then there are the three wild dragons, most of whom nest here."
"And who is to ride them?"
"Dragonstone has thirteen to their four. I also have a score of eggs incubating in the Dragonmount. Now, we need a place to gather, a toehold, large enough to house a sizable host. Here, at Harrenhal." He slammed down a piece on the map. However it was again noticed how he was acting like he wore the crown. "We cut off the west, surround Kings Landing with the dragons. And we could have every Green head mounted on spikes before the fucking moon turns."
