Daemon (2) Arthur (20) Rhaena (7)meeting between black and red.

AN: gere we go. The setup to the first meeting between daemon and Arthur.

This is supplemented with Rhaena's pov about the 'interesting' and expected start of father and son in law relationship.

Dragonstone, dragon mount, 130 AC

DAEMON

Arriving back above Dragonstone skies. I feel my breath return to normal. Should I survive my inevitable encounter with my nephew I will see that land turned to ash.

Harrenhall will no longer stand if I have any say in it. The respite I received from the dreams harrenhall tortured me with was a welcome one.

Though this is quickly gone. Replaced by a burning dragon fire in my blood as I set my eyes on my wife, stepson, but only one of my daughters.

This confirms she's already there. Treating with the Valhalla.

To think my wife would try to marry her off without my consent.

A truly wonderful and beautiful women Rhaenyra may be. But she's been different after Luke's death. More cold. Calculated.

I don't even greet my wife first though. For I now see the two men I have been itching to find. Lords sunglass and celtigar.

Two men who believed themselves worthy of my Rhaena. My smart, beautiful Rhaena. Who's soft spoken and sweet. 'Although, from the way her letter to me was worded my blood may be coming into play after all' I smirk at the thought.

I don't stop my forward motion. Not even when Rhaenyra tried to greet me. For my mind was awash with flame and the need to get it out.

'And how generous of the two want to be valyrians standing before me?'

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The broken jaws and all fingers on each of the lords proved my point. Though it cost a pretty solid slap to my face courtesy of my wife.

However my mind was running so fast I hardly felt it for true. After greeting aegon and viserys, it's time my wife and I had a talk.

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Entering the room I see she's alone. Good.

Strolling up to the painted table I decide to get this fight over with. For its sure to be a bad one.

(My dearest queen. I apologize for not informing you of my arrival back at Dragonstone. Such a thing must've been a surprise.

Probably one only equaled by mine own surprise to receive a letter from my daughter who's not here to greet me.

Have you any idea where my beautiful pink dragon could have flown off to?)

(What of it? I made a decision. As head of house targaryen, who else but me is allowed such a choice?)

Gods I love my wife when she's like this with others. But with me it boils my blood like the lava in the dragon mount.

(Oh I don't know. Mayhaps someone with experience in what it feels like to be sold to the highest bidder like a head of cattle at auction!)

At those words her mask finally breaks. And I see the flinch I wanted. Good. While not opposed to her marrying the Valhalla, as her father who's job but mine own is it to interrogate the boy wishing her hand?

To ensure the man I hand her to will do just as I would to protect her. Anything. My own actions in this war have been proof alone of that. A son for a son.

Dark as it may be, luceaerys was like a son to me. Kind and noble. A true dragonlord if he had a chance to grow.

But no. He was killed by his family member under guest right. A sacred honor that's went back farther than even written history.

So yes. I paid a sons life for a sons life.

Only death can pay for life. Blood for blood.

The hightowers began this war when they decided to spit on my brother, foolish as he may have been, and his last wishes.

Oh how I miss him. The longing I feel to show him I was right about Otto and his whore daughter.

The only truly decent one on the bunch is Helanna.

While I'm disturbed by the facts of the war so far, my mind must remain focused. For now I have a dragonlord to take the measure of.

I also decided to give my wife time to think about my words. To think back when she was rhaenas age. All the talks of ambitious lords wanting dragon children for themselves.

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I decided to go find the only other person who knew where I'd find my daughter. My cousin Rhaenys.

Knocking on her door she bid me enter. Making my way inside I see she's got a plate of cheese and wine.

(To what do I owe the pleasure daemon? I must say to see you here is quite a surprise.)

She and I have always had a weird relationship. The closest of my family to my grandmother alysanne. Her death was the first time we really spoke. I learned how intelligent she was.

This all stopped when my grandfather decided to leave it up to the lords of westeros as to who would be the heir.

I loved my grandfather more than almost anyone in the world. But his decisions oft left me to ponder why everyone called him the wise.

Then it hit me. Only andals called him by that moniker. 14 hells, his hand was a damned redwine and septon.

These thought left me to ponder why my grandfather didn't curtail the faith like Maegor had done.

Oh, he was a kind slaying cunt, but nobody threatened the words of hourse Targaryen when he say the throne.

In my view that is what a ruler should be. Strong, unshakable.

I break out of my musing and speak to Rhaenys, (I didn't expect to be back so soon myself. Tell me. Where is Rhaena.)

I see her give me our families signature smirk. Almost as much apart of our legend as the dragons.

(She's meeting her prospective husband.) the snarl that leaves my mouth informs her I'm serious and not In the mood for our usual back and fourth.

(Gods above. When I heard you'd beaten lords celtigar and sunglass to near death, I thought you would grow less weary. But it seems that has only had the opposite affect. She went north. To Sparta.)

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By the time I head back toward caraxes I have a plan in mind.

Time to meet the black dragons.

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Arthur POV

As we make our way south on the seahorse. My thoughts are a whirlwind. After meetings in driftmark and Dragonstone, I'll head back north to escort the giants.

And as soon as I'm done with that it'll be to Dragonstone I return. To aid in the battle of the gullet. Trying to save as many people as I can.

My main focus is the two youngest sons of daemon and rhaenyra. In my memory, they were sent to pentos. A stupid idea.

Anyway, things obviously went bad. Leading to viserys not making it back to westeros until he was already a man married.

I will not allow the small boy to be forced into such things. I plan to give the suggestion they come to Sparta until the war is over.

Not only will this give me some goodwill with the Targaryens, but also the two little dragons who would come to my Home.

Should all else fail, they are the last two options. Such things should be hidden until needed. What a better place to stay hidden than sparta?

Anyway, I've already sent letters to ibben to ready their arms. For we are almost ready.

My plan is to gift them with wildfire. And use a tactic similar to Tyrion in Blackwater bay. Such a thing will only be a one time deal. As I will not give this worlds version of Greek fire to anyone.

I remain Lost in my thoughts until I hear a screech I've never heard before. Looking to the sky I see the dragon I've wished to see for a while now. The blood wyrm.

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RHAENA

While we make our way to shore. I can't help but be nervous. My father is not a man who would be described as simple and easy to get along with.

While Arthur can be, he can also be a dragon.

I'd thought we had until after driftmark to see this meeting take place. But such a thing is not to be.

I swiftly put on my original cloak lord Arthur gave me.

The first time wearing it I feel how easy it is to move in. While also covering up any unwanted skin to show.

A true garb.

I just hope my father and Arthur get along...…..

Thought it seems bleak.

AN: shorter transition chapter. You all know how this goes by now.

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