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114 AC
Sunspear
Daeron Nymeros Martell
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"How unexpected..." I tilt my head as I watch the red queen circle Sunspear and I can't help but feel a bit worried.
Regardless of the 'deal' between all of us in this awkward situation I have found myself in, I am still a bit scared of Rhaenys and her reaction. No doubt she already knows the truth and does not like it, but to that all I can say is she should have watched her Son closer around boys. There is no doubt in my mind that Laenor could be painfully straight if he was not given such a free hand during his childhood.
His own stories when we have been casually drinking together clued me into that truth quite early on. He at first liked girls but the longer he spent around the 'male help' around Driftmark the more his preference changed. He tried as a young boy to have sex with a maid and ended up throwing up on her as she sucked him off and since then he has avoided any female attention.
That whole conversation with my Wife present ended up with her wanting to try anal for the first time and I at that moment vowed to beat the shit out of anyone who made fun of my new 'best friend' Laenor.
"It will be fine, Laena is here as well and if she wants to say anything then we can tell her how we plan to 'keep the blood' in the family." Laenor on the other hand seems at peace and not in the slightest bothered.
Myriah will be going to the birthing bed any day now and Laenor and Lewyn are staying in Sunspear until the baby is born. Once the baby is born and they spend enough time with it to appease 'public appearances' then Lewyn and Laenor will be leading the men to Tyrosh. Daemon is going the sellsword path to take Myr and I salute him but I am expecting for him to be backstabbed.
Two thousand five hundred men will sail to Tyrosh along with three dragons which will be Laenor, Lewyn, and myself. But once the city is captured then Lewyn will be taking control of the city with the men and I am returning to Sunspear. I got too many young ones to spend time dicking around in a Free City that I know for a fact is going to crumble under the weight of the attack we are sending its way. They have hardly recovered and trade has been shit to Tyrosh as people have been heading to Bloodstone more often than not.
"Let's get this over with." I shake my head and head for the door with the goal of meeting the Queen who never was.
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I wonder what she would have done if she actually was given the throne and then her only Son turned out gay. Who would have been the sperm doner in that situation, I imagine Rhaenyra would have been the Queen consort. Maybe I am wrong though, I think Laena stood just as much chance to be the heir and she could have continued the bloodline with no problem.
Not sure who she would have married, I highly doubt that a Rhaenys with a crown would let Daemon marry her Daughter... maybe Viserys and he likely would have died before Laena got the crown but not before Viserys got her pregnant a few times.
"At least she is not looking at me like I killed her child." Myriah mutters to Rhaenyra as they both lounge on a padded couch with some 'craving foods' before them.
"If looks could kill then Daeron would be in his grave." Rhaenyra chuckles back at her as she side eyes me as I pretend to look over a message from a Reach Lord.
A convenient excuse to avoid the snappy-looking she dragon as she passively searches for a confession from her Son. Laenor remains unbothered though and has his feet kicked up eating some of the craving food that was brought in for Myriah... much to her silent annoyance.
Never come between a pregnant woman and her food, you just might end up becoming the food.
"Come, I was promised a tour, and with how much time you have spent here you should be able to give it to me." Rhaenys knocks her Son upside the head and heads for the door without another word giving Laenor little choice but to jump up and follow behind her.
"I can breathe!" I cheer tossing the papers aside as I quickly lean forward and snatch up a jug of Dornish red and bring it directly to my lips to down some of it.
The slightly sour taste that I have long grown used to fills me with a warmth that leaves me sighing with contentment once I set the jug back down.
"You better not teach our children such improper ways of getting a drink." Rhaenyra huffs with humor lacing her voice but I just wave her off as I look toward Laena.
"A warning would be nice next time, I thought things were about to collapse." Laena chuckles lightly while shaking her head.
"It's hard to beat the Red Queen when she is set to arrive somewhere in a hurry, poor Vhagar struggled to keep up with the speedy she-dragon." I nod in understanding realizing this is likely a spontaneous trip by Rhaenys to sniff out what is going on down here.
...maybe I should promise some lands in Essos to Corlys so he will be happy increasing his family's strength and keep his Wife off my back.
His great-grandchild will already be marrying the heir of Aegon, or at least that is the plan as of now as it's hard to plan that far ahead. But by doing it this way we can get the blood of the Sea Snake through Laena and then marry that child to Myriah and my baby. This will put a true Velaryon back as Lord of the Tides while setting up for a marriage to the crown to appease the Sea Snake's ambition.
Giving him some lands in Essos could go a long way to smooth over any wounded pride... maybe Vaemond Velaryon would take the seat and also be appeased as I know he is pretty ambitious as well.
For now, it's a waiting game, and I just need to be ready to react to any problems as they appear.
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A/N: A half chapter but it's all I could manage with a 100-degree fever and body aches that are making me feel like I am going paralyzed.
I am not sure when I will recover but I will try to write whenever I can but there are no promises with the way I am feeling.