The tragic love story of Prince Aerys of House Targaryen and Lady Alicent of House Hightower was a well known tale told by mothers to their children and to their grandchildren for centuries to come. The story had been heard from so many mouths that...
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Rhaenyra and Aerys had taken to meeting under the Weirwood tree in the Godswood, whenever Alicent was mysteriously busy. Oftentimes comparing excuses. Aerys felt his heart break everytime Alicent said she was busy with Rhaenyra, knowing it wasn't true. The two were once again sitting under the weirwood tree when a servant approached, informing them of an emergency small council meeting.
Rhaenyra and Aerys entered as one of the dragon keepers spoke to the Small council. The uncle and niece stood to the side, not wishing to interrupt.
"It occurred in the blackness of night, my lords, during the Hour of the Bat. " The dragon keeper spoke in High Valyrian. "The thief eluded our pursuit. "
"How is it possible that a dragon's egg was stolen out from beneath more than fifty dragonkeepers?" Viserys asked.
"It was Prince Daemon who was the culprit, Your Grace."
"Daemon?"
"The Prince left a missive, which I believe might explain." Otto further explained.
"It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne, to announce that he is to take a second wife in the tradition of Old Valyria. She is to assume the title Lady Mysaria of Dragonstone. Her Grace is with child and is to have a dragon's egg placed in the babe's cradle in the custom of House Targaryen." Mellos read the parchment, turning to address the King. "The Prince has invited you to his wedding, Your Grace. It is in two days time."
"Gods be good.:" Lord Beesbury muttered as he took a sip of his wine.
"Who is Lady Mysaria?" Aerys asked, as he moved to take his seat.
"We believe-" Mellos began.
"Daemon's whore." Otto interrupted. "This is nothing less than sedition."
"I strongly agree, sire." Lyonel agreed with Otto.
"My brother wishes to provoke me. To answer is to give him what he wants."
"The realm is watching, Your Grace." Lord Corlys warned.
"What would you have me do? Send him to the Wall? Perhaps I could put his head on a spike."
"Daemon has seized Dragonstone, has surrounded himself with an army of gold cloaks, and has now stolen a dangerous weapon."
Rhaenyra muttered something in High Valyrian causing the lords at the table to turn to look at her.
"Which egg did Daemon take?" she asked louder.
Aerys felt a pit form in his stomach as the Dragon keeper lowered his head. "The egg was Dreamfyre's, Princess. The same that you chose for Prince Baelon's cradle."
"Assemble a detachment, Otto." Viserys ordered, standing from his seat. "I will go to Dragonstone and drag Daemon back to face justice myself."
"Your Grace." Otto called, stopping Viserys. "My apologies, Your Grace, but I cannot allow it. It's too dangerous. Daemon is without limit. Let me go to Dragonstone."
