Red Keep ― Maegor's Holdfast...
"Nnnuh!" Aeonar groaned. The Young Dragon had been experiencing more intense pain and discomfort in the back of his head lately. Despite massaging his temples, the twitching and tugging on his nerves persisted. The Black Council had been tirelessly searching for the elusive Caltrop fugitives, with his chief agent, Farrier, following up on several leads. It seemed only a matter of time before they were found. Larys Strong, you are a more capable spymaster than I thought. But no matter. I still have eyes everywhere. Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will find you.
"If the Caltrops have any spies," Daemon mentioned, "then they would likely be few and hidden. Our main concern lies in the Westerlands and the Reach," he said as he placed pieces on the map.
"It is quite evident that Ser Tyland has been under the influence of the Caltrops for a considerable time, and it is highly probable that he has managed to sway his brother in his favor," expressed Rhaenyra, refraining from mentioning the fact that she firmly believed Lord Jason still harbored resentment towards her for rejecting his romantic advances in the past."
"Unwin has friends and relatives among the neighboring lords, which will benefit him. However, his primary source of strength is expected to come from the Dornish Marches."
Otto discreetly cleared his throat to draw attention. "I must clarify that Unwin lacks the complete support of the Reach. Oldtown stands with their rightful king," he stated, gesturing towards Aeonar.
"May I kindly inquire about House Tyrell, or has there been a change where House Hightower now holds the title of Wardens of the South?" Daemon asked directly, causing Otto to give him a disapproving look. However, before the Hand could respond, Alicent intervened and redirected the conversation.
"The current ruler of Highgarden is but a mere babe, wrapped tight in his swaddling clothes, with his mother serving as regent in his stead," Alicent stated matter-of-factly.
"What of Storm's End and Winterfell?" William Royce inquired.
"There has never lived a Stark who forgot an oath," Bartimos replied. "And with House Stark, the North will follow."
"But Storm's End will be of concern," Jaehaerys pointed at the map. "Grandfather," he turned to Otto, "we may not assume the loyalty of Lord Borros Baratheon. It is conceivable that he may still hold personal animosity towards father for the humiliating defeat he suffered in a duel against him sixteen years ago when Lord Boremund was still alive. However, from what I was able to gather, he does have four daughters, all of whom are currently unmarried. If we were to make the right proposal..."
Otto appeared to possess insight into his grandson's intentions. "It appears that you desire to propose a marriage alliance to appease Lord Borros and remind House Baratheon of its loyalty," he stated with a calculated approach. "Timing will be crucial. Who do you intend to designate as a potential suitor to Lord Borros's daughters?"
"My brothers Viserys and Daeron have yet to embark on seeking a suitable wife for themselves. I imagine our cousin Lucerys may also be considered if deemed appropriate. If the plan is to go smoothly, we must ensure this matter is handled with the utmost care and attention."
"I can handle it. Let me talk to Luke," Rhaenyra chimed in. "You focus on getting Viserys and Daeron on board with the plan, Jay. Viserys will understand the significance, but Daeron may need some... convincing."
"I understand, aunt Rhaenyra. He might grumble and complain, but he'll comply if the request comes from us."
"Perhaps we could have a gentle chat with Daeron, but let's be careful not to push him too much," Alicent proposed. It is worth noting that despite whatever motives may be at play, the fact remains that Daeron is still her youngest son - a mere boy thirteen years of age with an entire life ahead of him. While the queen would never condone using her children as pawns, her experiences have shown that alliances are often more advantageous when established through arranged marriages rather than brute force.
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Fire and Blood
FanfictionPrince, dragonrider, spymaster, heir to the Iron Throne... Aeonar Targaryen had it all growing up and strived to prove his worth. But when the people he cared deeply about betray him, he strikes out on his own to leave his mark on the world - his ac...