OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

It was getting dark outside and pressure started to rise, Daenerys had gone to get her dragons, all four beast soured in the sky, ready to spit fire on the treacherous Green lots.

Pacing back and forth with loathe and anger, Daemon was waiting for the Greens ashore at the very start of the steps leasing to the castle and when they came into focus, he saw that who was leading them, the cunt Otto Hightower himself.

The Hands, his son Gwayne Hightower, the Grand Maester Orwyle and his assistant Maester Mickon, had began ascended the stony stairs with their green soilders. On route Otto is flabbergasted at the Unsuilled soilders that lined up the stairs throughout DragonStone, fear gripped him, but he somehow hid his frantic expression.

"I come at the behest of the soon to be Dowager Queen and Regent Alicent, mother of heir to the iron throne Prince Aegon, Second of His Name." Otto began gracefully. "I've been directed to deliver him message only to Prince Aenar. Where is the Prince?" He asked ballsy.

Daemon needn't answer as King Aenar announced himself, flying over DragonStone, along with four other dragons: Daenerys's, Drogon , Rheagar, Viserion, all screeching, roaring in the sky.

Aenar circled them a couple of times, before landing before Otto, Gwayne, Orwyle, Mickon and the Green soilders. He came swooping down from Roach and walked among the knight and traitors with his head high, wearing his crown and went to stand beside his brother.

On the sky, the rest three dragons screech, roar and bellow, casting fear in the Green soilders.

"Welcome to DragonStone Otto." Aenar began with a stern tone. "I see you've meet my soldiers on your way here." He narrowed his gaze at the old man.

"Prince Aenar."

"I'm King Aenar now. And you all are traitors to the realm. Pity I didn't except the men on my late brother's council, ones he trusted, ursuped my throne and gave it to a child." Aenar shifted his gaze from Orwyle to the rest men as they lowered their head in shame.

"King Aegon Targaryen, Second of His Name...in his wisdom and desire for peace, is offering terms. Acknowledge Aegon as king
and swear obeisance before the Iron Throne. In exchange, His Grace will confirm your possession of Dragonstone." Otto said calmly.

Aenar laughed out loud. "King Aegon?..." He tsked. "Don't be foolish Otto. The boy hasn't been crowned yet, isn't it? The small folks didn't accept him as did the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms, they cannot take orders from a little boy."

"Aegon is King Viserys first born son! Tis he's birthright, not yours!" Otto clenched his jaws.

"Of course you wouldn't dare crown him, you're afraid, because most of the lords aren't supporting Aegon's claim. He's a child. So it's not my nephew who's stealing my birthright, it's you and Alicent. Both of you leading my people astray to their doom." Aenar enunciated.

Gwayne Hightower stood brazenly, denoting the truth in King Aenar's words.

Otto ignored his accusation and continues. "Jaecerys and Lucerys will be confirmed as the legitimate heirs to Driftmark, and all the lands and holdings of House Velaryon."

Daemon sniggered. "How rich.... Otto, no matter how fat a leach grows, it always wants for another meal." He seethed at the old man.

"Your daughters Prince Daemon, will also be given places of high honor at court: Baela with be Aegon's bride, and Rheana will be Aemond's bride. Finally, the soon to be King, in his good grace, will pardon any knight or lord who conspired against his ascent." Finished Otto Hightower.