Chapter 3: A brother's mercyPS. Bigger chapter, im not first language english so there might be some shitty writing in here
Prince Baelor was bloodstained when the last enemy in the block died. His black armour was dirty and bloodied, as his pretty face was aswell. In reality, the world was bloodied and dirty, there were bodies on the streets, and in those bodies, the banners of the Targeryens and Blackfyres laid, unrecognizable because of their similarities. At least most of them laid like that, but he saw so many others, the Darrys, Lannisters, Arryns, Oakhearts and Penroses on their side, and the Brackens, Contaynes, Slothstons, and Osgrey, on the side of the Blackfyres. Of course, they were all houses of the Riverlands, as the houses of the Reach and the Westernlands that were allied to the Balckfyres were fighting in their homes, against the Tyrels and the Lannisters.
The afternoon was almost over when Breakspear realized the silence, and right after that he heard the screming of twenty thousand men, "The Black Dragon! The Black Dragon! The Black Dragon!" It sudently stopped when they saw him. He froze, and they did too. They were carring huge ammounts of prisioners, most of them being soldiers and a tiny part of it being lesser nobles. It was as quiet as it could get, that, until one of them stepped foward, Lucas Lothston
, "Look on what we have here!" he said so every soldier could hear, "A lost, wingless red dragon
" He said in a nicer tone. Baelor stayed frozen, what do i do? If i stay, they'll catch me, if i fight they'll kill me
, Lucas began his speech. He liked to do that, and it made Baelor eager to put a sword in his back while he did it, but he knew better, and he also knew he had no choice-- "... Break his nose like Daemon broke Daeron's!" Breakspear listened that, what does that mean?
, could his father be dead? It didn't matter then, and so he turned backwards to begin his escape, but he realized that he was sorrounded by them. "Y'all have your orders!" he said, then he looked Baelor in the eyes, pointing his finger at him, "Do your duty now!", they advanced, he struggled and struggled, but it was for nothing, they grabbed him anyways, and who knows where they would bring him.
His king seated the gigantic Iron Throne, hard as a rock and observant as an eagle looking for a prey. The Reds, as the Targeryens were being called, were all in line in front of Daemon Blackfyre, well, he was now Targeryen aswell, but he was still the Black Dragon. Noblemem and noblewomen stayed up all around the Reds, among these, standed Robb Reyne, Gareth the Grey, Ser Aubrey Ambrose, Lord Gormon Peake, Black Byren Flowers, Redtusk, and Quentyn "Fireball, all of which fought in the recent battle, Lucas Slothston and Henry Bracken stood on the left flank of the Throne. Aegor himself stayed at the the right flank of the Throne with his golden surcoat with his sigil, the red stallion of house Bracken with black dragon wings of house Targaryen. He also wore plate armour bellow the surcoat, his helmet was held by his forearm and he kept his hand on the grip of the sword in his sheat.Daemon sighted, "This was unnecessary. I said it already, Daeron and Breakspear will be sent ot the dugeons an they will wait for their judgement. These people are my brother and sisters, my family
,they were serving their liege, just that."
Daeron was still unconscious, with a broken nose and a hole on the shoulder. The nurses would take care of him until the Maester they sent from the Citadel got to King's Landing. Daemon demanded that he wound't be thrown in the dungeon with his injuries, as he would die most likely. It was a brief meeting, and as soon as it was over, guards grabbed Breakspear by the arm and dragged him away, probably to a dark cell in the dungeons of the Red Keep. The group of people scattered across the hall, and Aegor could hear the soft sound of people talking. He looked to his left as Daemon got down the steps of the Throne,"The war is over", Aegor looked at him, incredulously, "This one, i mean", Lucas entered in the conversation, "What do you plan on doing next, your grace?", Daemon turned to Lucas, "I will call all lord paramounts to King's Landing, to swear fealty to me and i will have a ward of each one", Henry Bracken was listening aswell, "Wise, but not everyone will comply", Daemon looked at the Great Hall, full of people, "Ill crush them like i did Daeron" Daemon answered gloomily.
Lord Berthram Reyne got closer, togheter with his brother, the renowned fighter Robb Reyne, "Your grace" he softly said, "we are sorry we did not arrive in time for the battle" he looked at his brother, then looked back at Daemon, they all smiled, "we were dealing with the golden lion", Daemon's smile did not fade, "i was about to ask of how you were doing against the Lannisters!", Robb laughed a little bit, "the lion had the tail between his legs when we departed!", all of them laughed, all of them but Aegor, who had a smirk in his face, after a little conversation about the realm and the battle, Berthram would say his goodbye, "Your grace, we will go to our rooms, it was a long trip" Daemon nodded, and they went away.
"M'Lords, i will need some sleep aswell" the King said. Aegor turned around, and began walking, "You come with me" and Aegor did. they were walking down a corridor outside the Throne Room, the torches were flickering and the narrow windows for archers showed a starry night outside. "Do you remember Kenric?", Daemon asked, "Yes. I do, he trained with us. What about him?", Daemon faltered, "I slit his throat in the battle", he lowered his head, and looked at the red stones of the Red Keep, "remember how we trained? How we liked to duel with him, and he'd always win?", Aegor felt the same as he did, he was about to say, but Daemon was quicker, "The way he attacked me Aegor" he stopped and looked at one of the windows, "full of hate. I never thought he would ever hate me" he looked at Aegor, "i thought i would be able to kill Daeron, but i didn't want to feel like i felt with Kenric" He made a long pause, looking at the sea and stars, Aegor thought he was about to cry, "and Daenerys
Aegor knew Daemon loved the girl. The way they played when they were children, and the way Aegor saw the hated Daeron when he made her marry a Martell. "Its for the sake of peace Daemon!", he always said, "we've achieved what even Aegon, the Conqueror failed in doing, we conquered Dorne!", and it would always seem that Daemon would punch Daeron, "but i love her!" he would yell, " you
can't take her away from me, he
can't take her away from me", he said referring to Maron, Daenerys husband "no one
can take her away from me". Aegor put his hand on Daemon's shoulders and shook him, "You have a wife and 7
children. That was 12 years ago. You've didnt seen her for 5 years!" Daemon shook his hand free of his shoulder, now with a more calm tone, "Aegor" he began walking, pushing Aegor out of the way, "you don't choose who you love", he looked behind, with the smallest clue of a tear on his cheek, then he walked away, as fast as he could.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________1 Month later
It was a cold morning in the Red Keep, with a high contrast of the red stone and the slight mist of the begining of the day. Daemon didnt feel the cold, but everyone said it was cold. "If they didnt get here now, they wont get here at all" Ser Aubrey Ambrose seated in a chair behind Daemon, "I know, i was just hoping--", Ambrose interrupted Daemon, "you mean you were just letting the enemy organize their troops and attack you by surprise?", Daemon looked at him, with his papers and all that. He was a good fighter. Envious and stubborn, but a good friend aswell. "Lets just get into it. Call the court and them" Ambrose looked up at Daemon, and waited a minute, "as you wish your grace" he then got up immediately and got out of the room. Daemon did aswell, but after chaging clothes, putting a black undershirt, with its sleeves getting to his wrist, then, he put a light black scale shirt, with a red cloak, attached to him with a deep red ruby, and of course, the crown. Fitted perfectly on him, it had 8 rubys and it was made of silver, it made Daemon fell powerful, but at the same time, it felt it was so heavy it could break his neck.
He got down the stairs, and followed the path to the Iron Throne. When he got there, a bunch of nobles were standing there, less than the month before that, as much of them were departed for their homes. Lord Paramount Arion Baratheon stood in front of the throne, togheter with Edmund Tully, which had suferred a terrible injury in the eye, causing him to lose it. Donnel Arryn was there aswell and Maron Martell
. He walked towards the center of them all, they opened path and mummed "Your grace", he seated the throne, and his eyes met Arion's. He slightly moved his finger, and in a quick movement he bent the knee, "To the Targaryens, i pledge the allegiance of the Baratheons. To the Iron Throne, i pledge the faith of Storm's End. Our swords, bows and spears are yours. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you", Daemon drew Blackfyre, walked down the steps of throne and rested the sword on Arion's shoulder, "Then i pledge my protection to you, and all under you," he passed the sword to his other shoulder, "i pledge to bring justice to the corrupt" and, finnaly, the sword was above his head, " and i pledge to have a sword by your side when needed" he paused for a second, "arise Arion Baratheon, arise as Lord Paramount of the Stormlands and as my loyal bannerman" and so they all did, all of them swore the sacred oath. All but Leo Tyrell and Damon Lannister. It was understandable that Lord Stark didnt appear there, he was fighting the Skagossi, but the Tyrels and Lannisters...... They will fear the dragon