Chapter 13

Daemon Targaryen's regret over his failure to advocate for the revoking of his brother Jaehaerys' exile runs deep, haunting him as he rides through the skies above King's Landing. As he guides Caraxes with practiced ease, his mind wanders back to the moment when Viserys ascended the throne. Perhaps he had been too consumed by his own ambitions, too focused on consolidating his own power, to truly consider the plight of his younger brother.

In hindsight, Daemon realizes that Jaehaerys had acted swiftly to secure his own return from exile, a move born out of desperation and determination. Yet, Daemon's own reluctance to intervene on his brother's behalf weighs heavily on his conscience. He wonders if things could have been different, if he had only been more vocal in his support for Jaehaerys' cause.

The bond between brothers, especially among the Targaryens, is a complex tapestry of loyalty, rivalry, and duty. Daemon's inner conflict mirrors the intricate dynamics of his family's history, where power struggles and personal agendas often collide with familial bonds. As he flies high above the city, the wind whipping around him, Daemon can't help but feel the weight of his regret, a constant reminder of the choices he made and the opportunities he let slip away.

Daemon's heart races as he recognizes the colossal black dragon descending from the clouds. His breath catches in his throat as he realizes that the dragon is none other than Gaelithox, formerly known as the Cannibal, the legendary mount of his brother Jaehaerys. The sight of the massive dragon overshadowing Caraxes fills Daemon with a mix of awe, pride, and a tinge of envy.

Gaelithox's imposing presence serves as a stark reminder of Jaehaerys' power and influence, as well as his undeniable connection to the ancient dragons of House Targaryen. Despite their past differences and the regrets that weigh heavily on Daemon's mind, seeing his brother bond with his formidable dragon fills him with a sense of pride and admiration.

As Gaelithox flies alongside Caraxes, Daemon can't help but feel a surge of emotions swirling within him. The bond between a dragon and its rider is a powerful one, and witnessing the reunion between Jaehaerys and Gaelithox serves as a poignant reminder of the unbreakable ties that bind House Targaryen together, even in the face of adversity.

With Jaehaerys and Gaelithox by his side, Daemon's resolve is strengthened, his determination renewed. Whatever challenges may lie ahead, he knows that together, they will face them head-on, as brothers bound by blood and the legacy of their noble house.

High above the dragonpit, Daemon and Jaehaerys guide their dragons in a graceful dance through the sky. As Caraxes and Gaelithox circle each other, there is an undeniable sense of camaraderie between the ancient beasts, as if they are engaged in a silent conversation of their own.

The dragons' movements are fluid and synchronized, a testament to the deep bond between them and their riders. With each graceful turn and twist, it's as if Caraxes and Gaelithox are communicating without words, sharing their own thoughts and feelings in a language understood only by dragons.

Daemon and Jaehaerys watch in silent awe as their dragons perform this aerial ballet, their own silent conversation mirroring that of their majestic mounts. In that moment, amidst the swirling winds and the vast expanse of sky, the bond between dragon and rider is reaffirmed, a bond that transcends words and spans generations.

As they continue to circle the dragonpit, Daemon and Jaehaerys share a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the unbreakable connection they share with their dragons. Together, they soar through the heavens, united in purpose and bound by the legacy of House Targaryen.

—

Daemon and Jaehaerys dismount from their dragons, their feet touching the solid ground of the dragonpit as they are welcomed by the Dragon guard. As the guards take charge of the care of Caraxes and Gaelithox, the brothers exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

With a mixture of relief and affection, Daemon and Jaehaerys embrace, their bond as brothers transcending the weight of their past conflicts and regrets. In that moment, there are no titles or rivalries, only the shared kinship of blood and the unbreakable ties that bind them together.

As Daemon and Jaehaerys descended from the backs of their mighty dragons, a sense of familiarity and warmth enveloped them. They greeted each other with an embrace, their bond as brothers evident in the way they held onto each other.

"Jaehaerys, it's good to see you, brother," Daemon said, a hint of relief in his voice.

"Likewise, Daemon," Jaehaerys replied, his tone filled with genuine affection.

"When will Rhea be arriving?" Jaehaerys inquired, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Daemon chuckled softly, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Ah, the Bronze Bitch," he said affectionately. "She left Runestone weeks ago. I expect her to arrive tomorrow, most likely."

There was a fondness in Daemon's tone as he spoke of his wife, despite the playful nickname he used.

Jaehaerys raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in slightly. "So, Daemon, have you mounted your 'Bronze Bitch' yet?"

Daemon chuckled, a hearty laugh escaping him at his brother's playful inquiry. "Not yet, Jaehaerys," he replied with a grin. "But I suspect she'll have plenty to say about that when she arrives."

Their banter was lighthearted, a reflection of the camaraderie between them. Despite the weight of their responsibilities as members of House Targaryen, moments like these served as a reminder to cherish the bonds of family and the joy of shared laughter.

—

Mounted on swift horses, Daemon and Jaehaerys arrived at the gates of the Red Keep, the iconic fortress that loomed over King's Landing. As they dismounted, the imposing figures of King Viserys, Queen Rhaenyra, and the esteemed members of the Small Council awaited them in the courtyard.

Viserys' regal presence radiated warmth as he greeted his brothers with open arms, a smile gracing his lips. "Welcome home, Daemon," he said, his voice carrying the weight of both authority and familial affection.

As Viserys welcomed Daemon with warmth, Daemon couldn't help but notice a change in his older brother's appearance. Viserys, once pale and sickly during Daemon's exile, now seemed healthier and more vibrant than before. His complexion was no longer pallid, and there was a newfound vigor in his demeanor.

Daemon's gaze flickered briefly to Jaehaerys, a silent question lingering in his mind. Had Jaehaerys, with his mastery of magic, used his powers to heal Viserys during Daemon's absence?

Despite the curiosity gnawing at him, Daemon knew better than to voice his suspicions openly. Instead, he simply returned Viserys' greeting with a grateful smile, choosing to focus on the present moment and the warmth of their reunion.

Rhaenyra, resplendent in her regal attire, stepped forward to embrace her uncle Daemon, her eyes alight with genuine joy at his return. "It's been too long," she said, her voice tinged with warmth and sincerity.

Daemon returned Rhaenyra's embrace, feeling a surge of affection for his niece. Despite the trials and tribulations that had marked their family's history, there was a bond between them that transcended time and distance.

"It's good to see you, Rhaenyra," Daemon replied, his voice filled with fondness. "I've missed you."

As they pulled apart, their eyes met in silent understanding. There was much to discuss and catch up on, but in that moment, surrounded by family and allies, Daemon couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the love and support that surrounded him.

As the members of the Small Council gathered around Viserys, their expressions were a mixture of respect and deference, each bearing the marks of wisdom and experience befitting their roles as advisors to the crown.

However, amidst the cordial atmosphere, a tension simmered beneath the surface as Daemon's gaze locked with Otto Hightower's, the Hand of the King. Their eyes met in a silent exchange filled with barely concealed contempt, a testament to the longstanding rivalry and power struggles that had defined their relationship.

Daemon's jaw tensed as he held Otto's gaze, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. Though they stood side by side in the presence of the king, their animosity remained palpable, a reminder of the political intrigue and personal vendettas that permeated the corridors of power within the Red Keep.

As the silent standoff continued, neither Daemon nor Otto willing to back down, it was clear that their relationship was fraught with tension and distrust. In the midst of their reunion, the shadows of old grudges lingered, casting a pall over the otherwise jovial atmosphere of the council chambers.

As Daemon and Otto Hightower's silent confrontation continued, Jaehaerys stepped forward, breaking the tension with a warm smile.

"Daemon," Jaehaerys said, turning to his brother, "allow me to introduce you to an old friend of mine from Essos. This is Vaelar Ullaros, Former First Sword of Braavos."

Daemon's gaze shifted from Otto to Jaehaerys, his curiosity piqued by the introduction. He extended his hand to Vaelar, offering a polite nod of acknowledgment.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Vaelar," Daemon said, his tone cordial. "Any friend of Jaehaerys is a friend of mine."

Vaelar returned the gesture with a firm handshake, his demeanor exuding confidence and a hint of mystery. "Likewise, Prince Daemon," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of Braavosi accent.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Daemon couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue about this enigmatic figure from Braavos. In the midst of the political machinations of King's Landing, it was refreshing to encounter someone with a different perspective and background.

As Daemon's gaze swept across the gathered crowd, he spotted another familiar face amidst the throng. There, standing beside Ser Ryam, was Garth Redwyne, Jaehaerys' childhood friend and companion.

A smile spread across Daemon's face as he made his way towards Garth, the memories of their shared adventures flooding back.

"Garth," Daemon called out, his voice filled with genuine warmth as he clasped his friend's hand in a firm handshake. "It's good to see you again, old friend."

Garth returned the gesture with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And you as well, Daemon," he replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "It's been too long."

—

In the privacy of Jaehaerys' chambers, the atmosphere was hushed as Daemon, Garth, and Vaelar gathered around a table. Jaehaerys, the ever meticulous planner, laid out two sets of lists before them.

The first list contained the names of potential candidates for the Scarlet Shadows, meticulously curated based on their skills, loyalty, and discretion. Daemon's eyes scanned the names, recognizing some familiar faces among them, but also noting the diversity of backgrounds and talents represented.

"These are promising candidates," Daemon remarked, his tone approving. "We'll need to conduct thorough interviews and assessments to ensure they meet our standards."

Jaehaerys nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Agreed. We'll need to be diligent in our selection process to find the best candidates for the task at hand."

As Jaehaerys revealed the names of the individuals tasked with training the recruits, Daemon's gaze fell upon a familiar name that brought a smile to his lips. Lady Myrcella Penrose, renowned for her exceptional skill in archery, was among the chosen trainers.

Daemon's heart swelled with pride at the thought of Lady Myrcella's involvement. He had known her for years, admired her prowess with a bow, and respected her unwavering dedication to her craft.

"Lady Myrcella," Daemon said, his voice filled with admiration. "She's an excellent choice. Her expertise in archery will be invaluable in shaping the Scarlet Shadows into formidable markswomen."

Garth and Vaelar nodded in agreement, recognizing Lady Myrcella's reputation and skill. With her guidance, they knew that the recruits would receive top-notch training, ensuring that they were fully prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.

As they discussed the other names on the list, Daemon couldn't shake the sense of pride and excitement that welled within him. With Lady Myrcella and the other trainers leading the way, the Scarlet Shadows would be well-equipped to fulfill their mission of protecting the royal women and defending the honor of House Targaryen.

—-

In the sunlit courtyard of the Red Keep, Garth Redwyne stood alongside Rhaenyra, Jaehaerys, and Vaelar, anticipation humming in the air as they awaited the arrival of Lady Myrcella Penrose.

In the sunlit courtyard of the Red Keep, Garth Redwyne stood alongside Rhaenyra, Jaehaerys, and Vaelar, anticipation humming in the air as they awaited the arrival of Lady Myrcella Penrose.

As they stood there, the grand gates of the Red Keep swung open, and a figure emerged, her presence commanding attention. Lady Myrcella Penrose strode forward with confidence, her bow slung over her shoulder, a symbol of her mastery of the art of archery.

Dressed in brown and off-white riding leathers, the colors of House Penrose, Lady Myrcella cut a striking figure against the backdrop of the Red Keep's stone walls. Her attire spoke of practicality and elegance, a reflection of her status as a skilled warrior and noblewoman.

Garth's eyes lit up with recognition and admiration as he stepped forward to greet her. "Lady Myrcella," he said, a smile gracing his lips. "Welcome to the Red Keep."

Lady Myrcella's own smile widened as she returned Garth's greeting, a warmth spreading through her at the sight of him. She had always admired his strength and charisma, and now, standing before him, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of attraction.

"Thank you, Lord Garth," Lady Myrcella replied, her voice tinged with genuine pleasure. "It's an honor to be here."

As their eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them, a mutual recognition of the connection that had sparked between them. In the midst of their shared mission to train the Scarlet Shadows, Garth and Lady Myrcella found themselves drawn to each other, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

As Garth and Lady Myrcella exchanged greetings, Rhaenyra and Jaehaerys observed the interaction with keen interest. They had known Garth for years, but Lady Myrcella was a new acquaintance to them. However, even in their first encounter, it was evident that there was a palpable attraction brewing between Garth and Lady Myrcella.

Rhaenyra's eyes sparkled with amusement as she exchanged a knowing glance with Jaehaerys. "It seems our training sessions for the Scarlet Shadows might be more eventful than we anticipated," she remarked, her tone filled with amusement.

Jaehaerys nodded in agreement, his gaze flickering between Garth and Lady Myrcella. "Indeed," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It seems our recruits aren't the only ones forging bonds in the heat of battle."

As the introductions concluded, Rhaenyra took a step forward, her regal presence commanding attention. "Lady Myrcella, we are honored to have you join us," she said warmly. "Your reputation precedes you, and we look forward to the skills you will bring to the Scarlet Shadows."

Lady Myrcella inclined her head respectfully. "Thank you, Your Grace. It is an honor to serve and to contribute to such a noble cause."

Jaehaerys gestured toward the entrance of the Red Keep. "Shall we proceed inside? We have much to discuss and plan regarding the training of the Scarlet Shadows."

As the group moved into the keep, they were led to a spacious chamber where maps, training schedules, and strategic plans were laid out across a large table. Vaelar, ever the strategist, began to outline the initial phases of the training program.

"Lady Myrcella, your expertise in archery will be crucial," Vaelar said, his tone respectful. "We envision the Scarlet Shadows being proficient in multiple forms of combat, but your guidance will ensure they excel as archers."

Lady Myrcella nodded, her expression serious and focused. "I will ensure they are the finest archers in the realm."

Garth, standing beside her, added, "And I will assist wherever needed. Together, we will create a force to be reckoned with."

As they delved into the details of the training regimen, discussing everything from physical conditioning to tactical drills, the camaraderie and mutual respect among them grew stronger. The atmosphere in the room was one of determination and unity, each person committed to the success of the Scarlet Shadows.

Throughout the meeting, Rhaenyra and Jaehaerys couldn't help but notice the subtle glances and shared smiles between Garth and Lady Myrcella. It was clear that their initial attraction was blossoming into something deeper, adding a personal element to their shared mission.

By the time the meeting concluded, the plans for the Scarlet Shadows were well underway. As they dispersed, Garth lingered for a moment, turning to Lady Myrcella.

"Would you care for a tour of the training grounds?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes conveying a deeper interest.

Lady Myrcella smiled, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "I would love that."

As they walked side by side through the Red Keep, the beginnings of a new chapter unfolded—not just for the Scarlet Shadows, but perhaps for Garth and Lady Myrcella as well.

—

That evening, the atmosphere in the grand dining hall of the Red Keep was warm and familial. King Viserys sat at the head of the table, his brothers Daemon and Jaehaerys on either side, with his beloved daughter Rhaenyra seated next to Daemon. The flickering candlelight cast a gentle glow on their faces as they shared stories and laughter, the bonds of family evident in their interactions.

Viserys raised his goblet in a toast, his voice filled with affection. "To family, and to the strength we find in each other," he declared, his eyes meeting those of his brothers and daughter.

"To family," Daemon echoed, lifting his own goblet, a rare smile on his lips.

Jaehaerys and Rhaenyra followed suit, their expressions mirroring the warmth and unity of the moment.

Just as they were about to take a sip, the doors to the dining hall swung open, and in walked Alicent Hightower, her presence immediately drawing the attention of everyone at the table. The surprise was palpable as she approached, her serene demeanor belying the shock her sudden arrival had caused.

"Alicent," Viserys greeted her, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his tone. "We were not expecting you."

Alicent's eyes widened slightly as she took in the presence of Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Jaehaerys seated at the table. Clearly, she had not anticipated finding the entire royal family gathered here. "Your Grace, my apologies for intruding," she began, her voice measured. "I did not realize you had company."

Viserys smiled warmly, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. "No intrusion at all, Alicent. Please, join us."

Rhaenyra, however, couldn't hide her perplexity. She exchanged a quick glance with Daemon, her mind racing. How had Alicent managed to enter the king's chambers without being stopped by the Kingsguard? The ease of her arrival suggested that this wasn't the first time she had been here under such circumstances. Rhaenyra's eyes narrowed slightly as she studied her friend, a myriad of unspoken questions flickering in her gaze.

"Please, Alicent, sit with us," Jaehaerys said, his tone polite but his eyes sharp with curiosity. "We were just enjoying a family dinner."

Alicent took her seat gracefully, her smile masking any unease she might have felt. "Thank you, Your Grace, my princes, and princess," she replied, settling in and raising her goblet. "To family."

The others echoed the toast, though Rhaenyra's voice carried an undertone of suspicion. As the meal continued, the conversation resumed, though the earlier warmth had taken on a more guarded edge.

Viserys, oblivious to the subtleties, continued to share stories and laughter, clearly pleased by the company. Meanwhile, Daemon remained mostly silent, his watchful eyes flicking between Alicent and Rhaenyra, noting the unspoken tension.

Jaehaerys, on the other hand, seemed mostly resigned. His demeanor suggested a quiet acceptance, as if he had long known that such underlying tensions would eventually surface. He listened to the conversation with a calm detachment, his gaze occasionally meeting Rhaenyra's or Alicent's with a knowing look. As Rhaenyra's betrothed, he felt a deeper sense of responsibility to understand and navigate these complex dynamics.

"Do you remember the summer of the Great Tourney?" Viserys said, his voice filled with nostalgic warmth. "Jaehaerys, you won every joust, and Daemon—well, you broke more lances than anyone else."

"Those were good times," Daemon replied, a rare smile touching his lips, though his eyes remained alert.

Alicent chimed in, her voice light and engaging. "I've heard tales of that tourney. It must have been quite a spectacle."

"It was," Rhaenyra said, her tone polite but her mind still racing with questions. She shot a glance at Jaehaerys, who caught her eye and gave a subtle nod, as if to say, "We will discuss this later."

Jaehaerys finally spoke, his voice carrying a calm authority. "It's always enlightening to see how our pasts shape our present, and how the people around us influence our paths."

Viserys nodded enthusiastically. "Indeed, Jaehaerys. It's what makes family dinners like these so important."

As the meal progressed, Rhaenyra couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The dynamic between Alicent and her father, the ease with which Alicent had entered the chambers, and the resignation in Jaehaerys' eyes—all of it pointed to something deeper, something that would need to be addressed sooner rather than later.

When the dinner finally concluded, Viserys rose from his seat, his face lit with a contented smile. "Thank you all for a wonderful evening. It is moments like these that remind me of the strength we draw from each other."

—

As the group dispersed, Rhaenyra lingered for a moment, her thoughts a whirlwind of suspicion and curiosity. She caught Jaehaerys' arm as they walked out. "We need to talk," she whispered, her voice urgent.

Jaehaerys nodded, his expression serious. "Follow me," he said quietly, leading her away from the bustling corridors of the Red Keep.

They wound their way through the labyrinthine halls, Jaehaerys navigating with a confidence born of familiarity. Rhaenyra followed closely behind, her mind racing with questions.

Finally, Jaehaerys stopped before a seemingly ordinary section of wall. With a deft touch, he pressed a hidden stone, and to Rhaenyra's astonishment, a hidden door swung open, revealing a dark passageway beyond.

"These are the secret passages made by Maegor the Cruel," Jaehaerys explained quietly, his voice echoing softly in the dimly lit corridor. "I used to explore these passages as a child."

Rhaenyra's eyes widened in awe as she stepped into the passageway, her senses alive with the thrill of discovery. She followed Jaehaerys deeper into the darkness, the air heavy with the weight of history and secrecy.

As they walked, Jaehaerys spoke softly, recounting tales of his childhood adventures in the hidden passages, his words weaving a tapestry of mystery and intrigue. Rhaenyra listened intently, her mind buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

Finally, they emerged into a hidden chamber, bathed in the soft glow of torchlight. Jaehaerys turned to Rhaenyra, his eyes serious.

"Now that we're alone, what did you want to talk about?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening in the quiet solitude of the secret chamber. "Alicent's sudden appearance tonight, the ease with which she entered the king's chambers... Something doesn't feel right," she said, her voice low but determined. "I fear there may be more to her presence than meets the eye."

Jaehaerys nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "Rhaenyra, there are truths that must come to light," he began, his voice measured. "It's time you knew the full extent of Otto Hightower's scheme to make his daughter Alicent the queen."

Rhaenyra's eyes widened in shock as Jaehaerys recounted the devious plot orchestrated by Otto Hightower. He spoke of how Hightower had manipulated Viserys, who was still grieving the loss of his beloved wife, the Late Queen Aemma—Rhaenyra's own mother. He described how Hightower had insidiously used Alicent to seduce Viserys, playing on his vulnerability and loneliness to further his own ambitions.

As Jaehaerys spoke, Rhaenyra's heart filled with a mixture of anger and disbelief. The betrayal, the deceit—it was almost too much to bear. Yet, even as she grappled with the weight of this revelation, a sense of clarity began to dawn within her.

"So Alicent's presence here tonight... It's all part of Hightower's scheme," Rhaenyra murmured, her voice tinged with bitterness.

Jaehaerys nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Yes, it seems likely," he replied, his tone reflecting the weight of their conversation. "But judging by the look of surprise on Alicent's face when she saw us, she didn't expect the three of us to be in the King's chambers. So even if it is a scheme, there's a possibility that Alicent might genuinely enjoy Viserys' company."

Rhaenyra considered Jaehaerys' words, the bitterness in her heart momentarily tempered by a flicker of doubt. It was true—Alicent's surprise at their presence did suggest a level of spontaneity that contradicted the calculated nature of Hightower's scheme.

"Perhaps you're right," she conceded, her voice softening slightly. "But that doesn't change the fact that we need to confront father about what's been happening. He deserves to know the truth."

Jaehaerys regarded her with a solemn expression. "Rhaenyra, I fear it may be too late to stop these plans," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "Viserys already has feelings for Alicent. Judging by how comfortable he was to have her present with his family for dinner, it's clear that their relationship has progressed further than we anticipated."

Rhaenyra's heart sank at Jaehaerys' words, a sense of helplessness washing over her. The realization that their father's affections had been manipulated by Hightower's schemes weighed heavily on her, filling her with a mixture of anger and despair.

"But we can't give up," she said, her voice tinged with determination. "Even if it's too late to stop Hightower's plans, we must still confront father and make him aware of the truth. He deserves to know the extent of the manipulation he's fallen victim to."

Jaehaerys listened to her words, his expression grave. "Rhaenyra, I fear that Viserys may be too deeply ensnared by Otto's influence to believe us," he admitted, his tone tinged with frustration. "He may dismiss our claims as baseless accusations, especially if they go against his feelings for Alicent."

Rhaenyra's resolve faltered for a moment, the weight of Jaehaerys' words sinking in. But she refused to back down. "We can't let that stop us," she insisted, her voice unwavering. "We owe it to father to try, to make him see the truth, no matter how difficult it may be."

Jaehaerys nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and determination. "You're right, Rhaenyra. We must do everything in our power to mitigate the damages of Otto's schemes. But to do that, we need to ensure that Otto remains here at the Red Keep as Hand, rather than at Oldtown where his influence may go unchecked."

Rhaenyra's brow furrowed with understanding. "So you have a plan," she said, a glimmer of hope creeping into her voice.

Jaehaerys nodded. "Yes, I do. And with your help, we can ensure that our family and our realm remain protected from the machinations of those who seek to manipulate us."

With a shared sense of determination, Rhaenyra and Jaehaerys continued down the passageway, their minds set on the difficult task that lay ahead. Though the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, they were united in their commitment to their family and their duty to the realm, ready to face whatever trials awaited them.

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