8. Chosen One

                                    

                                          
"The Small Council is urging me to remarry. It seems the realm wants for a new queen." Viserys told alicent. 
"A good and kind queen will give comfort to your subjects." Alicent offered. "Does the Small Council have a particular lady in mind?'
"Uh..." Viserys said awkwardly. "Lord Corlys Velaryon has offered the hand of his daughter, the Lady Laena."
"A very strong match, Your Grace." Alicent agreed. 
 "I must admit, I, I don't know Laena very well." Viserys admitted.
"Taelon where is your brother?"  Otto questioned urgently
"Im not sure. Whats wrong?" Taelon questioned. 
"Your brother daemon is whats wrong." Otto answered
"What did he do?" Taelon groaned. 
Taelon thought giving daemon room to have a hissy fit would be good but maybe they gave daemon too much space for trouble. 
"I'm sure that she is good and kind, and that she will enjoy your company, as I have, Your Grace." Alicent told him kindly, her father would not be happy about that. "I brought you something. I asked the stonemasons to mend it."
"This is, um, a very kind gesture, Alicent." Viserys remarked. 'Very kind.' He said looking over the chest inside revealed a little dragon statue. He ran his hands along the dragon when a knock rapped on the door. 'Come.'
'The Hand, Your Grace.' Harrold told him closing the door as Otto walked in. 
'Your Grace, I've called the Small Council to an emergency session.' Otto said looking down at his daughter. 
"Why?" Viserys questioned. 
"I think it best you hear it directly." Otto told him. 
"Very well." Viserys agreed as they headed out. 
'Daemon.' Otto declared to the council. Taelon shook hisnhead. Viserys knew hownclose his younger brothers were and to see Taelon disappointed in daemon was something he rarely saw. For as much trouble daemon got into taelon was his supporter but it was clear that taelon had, had enough of daemon's tomfoolery. 
'The Prince left a missive, which I believe might explain.' Otto cleared his through reading the scroll "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." Viserys stared, annoyance filled him.  "The Prince has invited you to his wedding, Your Grace. It is in two days' time."
"Gods be good. Who is Lady Mysaria?" Viserys muttered
"We believe..." Mellos said slowly looking around the group.
"Daemon's whοre." Otto spoke up. Taelon had never been with anyone but calla he didnt know how people shared so much of themselves with anyone like daemon seemed to. Now he was marrying a pregnant whore instead of trying to make peace with his wife lady Rhea. 
This is nothing less than sedition.' Viserys decided. 
'I strongly agree, sire.' Otto told him. 
"My brother wishes to provoke me. To answer is to give him what he wants." Viserys remarked his hand fisting, needing to punch something. 
"The realm is watching, Your Grace."
"What would you have me do? Send him to the Wall? Perhaps I could put his head on a spike." Viserys mused.