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The painted table was lit, the map of Westeros. Saera stood next to her husband, as they would be speaking of their standing point.
"Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
"What is our standing?" Rhaenyra asked, glancing at everyone standing around the table, "We have 30 knights, a hundred crossbowmen, and men-at-arms. Dragonstone is relatively easy to defend, but as an instrument of conquest, our army leaves a lot to be desired. We have sent word to my loyal men in the City Watch. I'll have some support there, but I cannot speak to the numbers."
Rhaenyra nodded at Daemon's words, "We already have declarations from Celtigar and Staunton, Massey, Darklyn, Bar Emmon," The maester spoke out, "My lady mother was an Arryn. The Vale will not turn cloak against their own kin."
"Riverrun was always a close friend to your father, Your Grace. With Prince Daemon's acquiescence, I've already sent ravens to Lord Grover," The maester looked at Daemon.
Saera sighed, her mind running with many thoughts, "Lord Grover is fickle and easily swayed. He will need to be convinced of the strength of our position and that we will support him should it come to war."
Daemon spoke up, "I will treat with him myself."
"What of Storm's End and Winterfell?" Ser Darklyn asked and Saera heard another voice, "There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath. And with House Stark, the North will follow."
Rhaenyra then brought up, "Lord Borros Baratheon will need to be reminded of his father's promises."
The queen turned behind her, to princess Rhaenys, "What news from Driftmark?"
