Daemon walked in, holding a small Warhammer, it was the Crab feeder's weapon. Daemon calmly continues to walk towards the throne making everyone watch in anticipation of what's going to happen.
As Daemon gets closer & closer to the Throne, the Kings guards pulled out their swords pointing them at him. Unbothered, he continues to walk until the tip of Ser Harrold's sword is against Daemon's armored breastplate.
"Add it to the chair." he tells him letting it fall to the ground.
There's a tense silence until Ser Harrold sheathes his sword and picks up the Warhammer
Daemon then bends down on his left knee and said:
"The Stepstones... are yours." he reveals.
"Who holds the Stepstones?" Viserys asks him.
"The tides... the crabs, and 2,000 dead Triarchy corsairs, staked to the sand to warn those who might follow." Daemon answered seriously.
Viserys, looked down at daemon and then started working his way down the Throne steps until he's right in front of his younger brother.
Rise." he tells him softly.
Daemon stands and Viserys squeezes his brother's right shoulder before Daemon rests his head on Viserys' right shoulder. The crowd applauds the reconciled brothers.
"The realm owes you a great debt, brother. Come." Viserys tells him genuinely.
After it was over, William continued to accompany Rhaenyra for the rest of the day.
....
As night fell over King's Landing, enveloping the Red Keep in shadows, the bustling streets gradually quieted down. Inside her chambers, Rhaenyra began to prepare for bed, removing her earrings and placing them on the table. However, her attention was drawn to a bag hanging from a nearby chair. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and discovered a set of boy's clothing within, emitting a faint odor.
Curiosity turning into intrigue, Rhaenyra examined the contents of the bag, only to find a rolled-up note tucked among the clothing. Unrolling it, her eyes scanned the words that William had penned.
"Rhaenyra, I've recently discovered a hidden tunnel that leads to the alleys of the Red Keep. Wear these clothes and use this map to meet me privately. I'll be at the exit to greet you.
Kind regards, William Baratheon."
Of course, William had not discovered the tunnel. He knew of it from the series. But Rhaenrya did not know that.
A mixture of excitement and anticipation coursed through her veins as Rhaenyra glanced at the map resting beside the note. Turning her gaze towards the wall beside her bed, she walked over and pressed against it. To her astonishment, the wall swung open, revealing a hidden tunnel beyond. A sense of adventure washed over her as she hurriedly donned the boy's clothing, ready to embark on a clandestine rendezvous with William.
Meanwhile, beneath the Red Keep, William moved stealthily through the winding tunnels, his form concealed by a brown hooded cloak. He reached the predetermined meeting spot, his gaze fixed on the tunnel exit, waiting eagerly for Rhaenyra to join him.
Moments later, Rhaenyra emerged from the hidden staircase, her figure disguised by the boy's clothing. A smile adorned her face as she approached William, their eyes locking in a silent understanding.
"I'm sorry, boy, but have you seen Princess Rhaenyra by any chance?" William playfully inquired, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
A chuckle escaped Rhaenyra's lips as she replied, "Oh, how funny." Her smile reflected the thrill of their secret adventure.
Extending his right hand, William gestured for her to take it, and they began their descent down the steps, keeping their heads low to avoid detection.
"Where are we going?" Rhaenyra inquired with wonder, her excitement palpable.
"We're simply going to roam the city," William answered, his smile widening. "You always said you wanted to experience a night without the burden of your inheritance. And here we are."
Hand in hand, they meandered through the vibrant, crowded streets of King's Landing, where revelry filled the air. The smallfolk indulged in drinks, festivities, and passionate encounters, oblivious to the identities of the disguised pair.
In the midst of their adventure, a drunken man carelessly bumped into Rhaenyra, his words laced with aggression. "Fuck off, boy," he barked before stumbling away.
"He called me 'boy," Rhaenyra repeated joyfully, relishing the temporary anonymity she had achieved.
"You see, they don't recognize you now," William remarked, his voice filled with satisfaction.
"Thanks," Rhaenyra responded genuinely, gratitude etched across her features.
Continuing their nocturnal escapade, their attention was captured by a daring tightrope walker gracefully maneuvering between two buildings above them. Rhaenyra gazed in awe at the spectacle, soaking in the sights and sounds of the vibrant city. In that moment, Eddard noticed a small bottle of alcohol and handed it to Rhaenyra, who took a gulp, feeling the burning sensation course through her through her throat.
They both then continued to traverse the lively streets, then an elderly woman stopped Rhaenyra, and said: "Do you wish to know your death, child?"
But William and Rhaenyra just ignored the elderly woman and continued their adventure through the crowded streets of king's landing.