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A small council meeting was called earlier morning, Saera awoke with Jacaerys by her side. She awoke him with soft small kisses that showed her love for him, "Jorrāelagon valzȳrys," She whispered.
His eyes fluttered opened and he swore he saw an angel above him, a goddess coming for him. But when he blinked he realized it was Saera. His wife.
"Good morrow wife,"
Saera grinned, "Rhaenyra had called a small council meeting and wishes for us to join her at her table."
Jacaerys groaned and rubbed his face, before sitting up, and standing up to dress, once he was dressed Jacaerys called for the handmaiden Anne to help Saera dress.
Once she was dressed in a black dress, the two walked to the council room, Lord Corlys was already standing waiting for the queen to enter.
"Your grace," Lord Corlys spoke, Saera and Jacaerys stood side by side as they saw Lord Corlys, Saera hid her grin as she was proud that Lord Corlys was part of Rhaenyra's small council.
"Bring him forth."
Ser Steffon emerged, walking down the stairs, Rhaenyra was nervous as she looked around the room.
"Ser Steffon Darklyn, Your Grace " The guard called, and Ser Steffon stood at the end of the table, "Is aught amiss, Your Grace? My lords."
"I find myself, Ser Steffon, in an impossible position. I have lost Princess Rhaenys and her dragon. I hold an island seat with no land army. And I must not go to battle myself... as I am constantly told, lest I am slain or captured, and... with me, our hopes of victory," Rhaenyra acknowledged, both Saera and Jacaerys kept their eyes on their queens.
