Viserys dropped into his chair at the table around which the meetings of small council would be held. Daemon following his brother into the room. Grabbing the door and holding it tight, as Otto tried to join them.

"Leave..........you aren't needed here. This has nothing to do with you.........." Daemon hissed disdainfully, as his brother's Hand looked around him to see the king.

"Surely that is his majesty's decision, not yours, prince. And if so, then the King can tell me that.............." Otto retorted with insincere respect. Both he and the prince looking over to Viserys. The older dragon looking blankly into the large room.

"Viserys!?"

"Yes..................?"

"Will you tell Lord Hightower that he is not needed here. This is family business. Targaryen business. And he is not a Targaryen............" Daemon insisted with a soft growl. His dislike for the Hand of the King growing all the more, as Otto just gave him a small smile.

"What................? Oh, yes, of course. It is alright Otto. My brother is right. This is something that only he and I must deal with. You may leave us........." the King finally replied. Daemon turning back and giving the Hand his own lopsided, sneering smile, before Otto bowed slightly.

"As you wish you majesty...........prince Daemon." The Hand continued, before turning and making his way back down the corridor. Daemon slamming the door before stomping into the room. Muttering some rather unsavoury comments about Otto's parentage as he made his way over to the large window. Both men taking a moment to think. To contemplate what the woman had said.

Was what she was saying true. Was this (Y/n) really their father's child? It was true that she sported the Targaryen pale hair. But it wasn't just that, it was the way that she held herself. The look in her eyes. And if either man was asked, they would have to admit that they could see some of their father in her features. And even though neither brother was aware that their father had had a mistress, it was certainly not unheard of. And in some quarters, expected that a sovereign would have more than his wife to his bed. Many rulers not only having wives and mistresses, but also a steady stream of whores that would take up their time. Though if it was true that this woman was their sister, why had she taken to killing dragons? Killing the symbol of their House went against the grain for a Targaryen. They were the things that elevated them above all others. That made them closer to gods than men. So, to have possibly one of their own kill the things that helped keep them in power, seemed unthinkable.

And then, there were other questions............how had she killed the dragons? After all it wasn't the easiest thing to do. And both brothers had to say that they had not heard of anyone else that could. They hadn't received word that she had a dragon of her own, so how..........how had she killed three dragons without being injured, eaten or burned. And finally, why had she taken the heart of the three beasts, and what had she done with them?

"Do you think that she is telling the truth...........?" Daemon finally asked. His eyes never leaving the city that lay beyond the panes of glass.

"I can see no reason to doubt her..............." Viserys replied with a sigh, as he leant back in his large chair.

"You can't tell me that you don't see our father in her. In her eyes, the way that she stands. She is as much the child of the Spring Prince as we are, Daemon..............."

"Then what do we do with her? We cannot have her wandering the Seven Kingdoms killing whatever dragon that she pleases when the whim might take her. And the child of our father or not, she is still only a bastard. She has no name. No real claim to us other than her word and the colour of her hair..............." Daemon retorted. Annoyance evident in his voice, as he left the window and took a seat in the chair next to his brother.

"Then what do you suggest.............?"

"I suggest that you give her the same penalty that you would give anyone else for such crimes............she should be put to death. And perhaps it would be fitting that she dies by dragon fire. A suitable end for a slayer of dragons, don't you think? And when she is nothing but ash, we can just claim that she was a mad woman. That something else killed the dragons." Daemon replied. His eyes set firmly on his older brother as he waited for an answer.

Deep down he knew that to destroy such a woman would be a waste. And sister or no sister, bastard or legitimate, this (Y/n) was beautiful. A finer and more exquisite dragon he had never seen. The fire in her eyes, the glow of her skin. The way that her hair did not just fall flat, but fell in soft waves over her shoulder and down her back, was really quite appealing. And if she had been born his actual sister, he would have happily fought Viserys for her hand. The rogue prince only able to imagine what may lay beneath her rather plain and dower clothes. Only able to wonder at the treasures the heavy woollen material hid. But he knew that they had to be practical. If she really had killed the dragons, then she was dangerous, not only to the creatures themselves, but to House Targaryen. For without dragons, what would they be................?"

Viserys sat and mulled over his brother's words. He didn't like the idea of killing this woman. Legitimate or not, she was still their father's daughter if her claims were true. And the thought of having even a half sister put to death on his orders was not too appealing. But what else could he do? She had brought this on herself. Instead of coming to the Keep and asking to speak with him. Instead of trying to inform him of her lineage in person, she had chosen to kill the very symbol of their House, and then gloat about it before the whole court. The story of the woman bound to have spread almost to Dorne by now.

"Very well....................." Viserys sighed, as he slowly got to his feet. The King calling out for the guards that he knew would be standing in wait on the other side of the door. Viserys informing them that he wished to have the prisoner brought before him.