[The Eyrie, The Vale]
As Vermithor landed atop the Eyrie, he let out a menacing roar to know the owner of the place that I had come. I stepped down Vermithor's saddle to the sky garden of the place, waiting for someone to come out.
Vermithor took off again, and he circled the castle with Silverwing following along. The gates then opened, revealing a woman that wore a silky white dress, she looked like she was in her late 20s, but age held her well.
"What a grand entrance you've made, cousin. A show of force perhaps?" said the woman in amusement, it was Lady Jeyne Arryn, the Maiden of the Vale, and the guards following her along.
Wait, cousin? You know what, I'm not going to ask, Targaryen bloodlines are confusing.
"I'm in a hurry, my lady, so I do apologize if I distrubed you." I bowed.
"Not at all." she said, standing in front of me. "So what brings you to the seat of the Arryns?"
"My mother has passed away." I said calmly. "I'm here to swear allegiance to you."
"My condolences." she spoke softly. "So I should call you Lord Royce now?"
"No." I shook my head, making the lady raise her brow. "My name is, and always will be Maegor Targaryen."
The lady hummed. "It will cause some potential problems to the succession…"
"My sons will be of House Royce. It will not be a problem."
"Be careful, cousin." said the Lady. "Thrice my own kin has tried to replace me, just because I'm a woman, it's not far-fetched to say that there's the possibility of that happening to you, especially now that you kept your Targaryen name."
"They can try." I nodded, looking at the two dragons flying above. "They can either succeed, or burn while trying."
"It's easy to maintain power if you have weapons of mass destruction." the Lady sighed. "Well then, enough of the smalltalk. Shall we?"
I bowed to her. I unsheathed my sword Remembrance as I knelt in front of her. "I, Lord Maegor Targaryen of House Royce, Protector of the Fingers and the Mountains of the moon, and the Master of Runestone, Promise to be faithful to Lady Jeyne Arryn, the Warden of the east. I pledge fealty to her, and shall defend her against all enemies, in good faith, and without deceit. I swear this by the old gods and the new."
"I accept your fealty, Lord Maegor." said Lady Jeyne solemnly. I quickly stood up again, Vermithor approached us, before landing in a place that was behind me.
The ground shook as he landed, Lady Jeyne almost fell, but she held on. "I thank you for your time, my lady."
"One moment, cousin." she said. "I need to discuss an urgent matter at hand."
I raised my brow. "And that is?"
"Your dragons." she said. "I've had numerous complaints about the lords surrounding you about your dragons."
I quickly frowned at her words. "What have they done now?"
"They complained to me about your dragons disturbing their holdings." she said. "Loud roars almost everyday, the smallfolk were terrified to go to the woods and the mountains because of them."
"They won't hurt them if the smallfolk mean no harm." I said. "These two are the most docile dragons you will ever know, my Lady, you can tell them that."
"But the problem still stands." she said.
"If they have any complaints, they should tell them to me, not you." I quickly countered. "If there isn't anything else?"
"Of course." she nodded. "Then may we meet again someday, cousin."
"Likewise." I said, climbing to Vermithor's back. [Soves!]
Vermithor then took off once again, flying away from the Eyrie, with Silverwing following beside him.
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[3rd POV]
[Red Keep, King's Landing]
Daemon walked towards the throne room wearing his usual Targaryen robe, he had this unusual solemn look on his face, and when he entered the room, he saw his brother, missing an arm, with his other arm holding Blackfyre, facing him.
Besides the Iron Throne was a man Daemon hated most, with the pin of the hand in his chest.
"What is he doing here?" he asked the king.
"I am the hand of the king, my prince." said Otto calmly.
"Where's Lyonel?" Daemon frowned.
"I understand that… Lord Strong has passed away in an incident at Harrenhal…" Otto spoke calmly.
Daemon scoffed. "Of course. I should've known."
"Daemon," said the king weakly. "What are you doing here?"
Daemon only looked at the king, and he sighed. He didn't answer his question, instead, he pointed out the king's condition. "The gods haven't been kind to you."
"Indeed." nodded the king. "I imagine it is the same to you."
Daemon turns away from the king, staring at Otto, who was watching him intently. "My wife is dead."
"Is that true?" the king said. "Then my condolences. So my nephew is…"
"He's the lord of Runestone now." Daemon continued. "He's going to the Eyrie today to swear his allegiance, tomorrow he'll arrive at King's Landing."
"So now he bears the name of House Royce?"
Daemon shook his head. "No."
King Viserys and Otto Hightower frowned at the news.
"No?" confirmed the king.
"He kept his name. Lord Maegor Targaryen of House Royce." he said.
"And what of the inheritance?"
"He promised that he'll give the name of House Royce to his first two sons."
The king hummed. "It's the same thing I promised to Lord Corlys…"
"Indeed, your grace…" Otto spoke. "But my prince, is that the only reason you are here?"
Daemon didn't say anything, instead, he turned to the king once again. "My wife is dead, which means I am free to marry whoever I wish."
"Where does this conversation lead to?" Viserys frowned.
"I wish to ask Rheanyra's hand in marriage." he said, and the king clenched his fist.
"Brother. She is married." said Viserys sternly.
"You and I both know Leanor's… taste does not suit the marriage." said Daemon. "Annul their marriage, and wed her to me."
Otto took a step. "Your grace—"
The king raised his hand, stopping Otto from saying anything. Viserys stood from the iron throne, he dragged Blackfyre on the ground, and came down the steps.
"And you want me to risk the estrangement of house Velaryon?"
"You and Lord Corlys are blind." Daemon continued. "Rheanyra's sons are not of Velaryon blood."
"ENOUGH!" the king screamed. "If you dare speak of this treachery again, I will cut off your tongue!"
"I speak the truth, and only the truth." Daemon carried on. "You should come back to reality, brother."
"Do not speak of this again." Viserys said sternly. "Is that why you're here? To rile me up again?"
"I wish to mend relationships. Not break them." Daemon said. "I only wish that my family will join your family, brother. Let us end this farce. Don't let these leeches feast on our blood."
Viserys turned towards where his brother was looking. It was Otto Hightower, and the hand just stood there, bowing his head.
"I cannot annul the marriage of Laenor and Rhaenyra," he said. "I'm sorry, brother."
"Then I have another idea," said Daemon calmly.
The king turned towards his brother once again, his face showed interest. "What do you propose?"