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"𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍?" 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒. The council room was relatively full but when his eyes zeroed in on the seat where his friend sat he was already growing tired of the remaining men at the table, besides his father.

The king sat at the top of the table and on his left is where his brother would sit then other Lords occupied the remaining seats whilst Otto Hightower, the hand of the king, sat on Viserys's right side. Then Lord Corylls, Rhagar himself and Lord Warfare- his father was sat by his side.

"My Lords, the growing alliances have taken to styling itself 'the Triarchy.' They have massed on bloodstone and are ridding the Stepstones of its pirate infestation." Lord Corylls said as he drew a map from his side and placed it on the table.

"That sounds like good news," Viserys countered though his eyebrows were creased in interest and confusion.

"There is one though, they call him 'The Crabfeeder,' the doors opened once more and Rhanyra appeared whilst the other Lord's noticed her but they said nothing and continued to speak whilst her father squinted at her with his eyes. Rhagar raised an eyebrow at her as this was not the first time she was late but Rhaenyra ignored him and went straight to her father.

"For his methods of punishing his enemies."

"Do we weep for dead pirates?" The question was rhetorical and made the Targaryen sigh.

"No, your Grace."

"Rhaenyra, you are late," the king said, "the cup bearer must not be late- leaves people wanting for cups," he whispered the last part in obviousness whilst Lord Corllys looked like he'd given up as the kings attention was now on his daughter.

"I was visiting mother," Rhagar scoffed subtly but kept his mouth shut when the girl sent him a warning glance but it was for naught when her father smelled the stench of dragon.

"On dragonback?" Rhaenyra dragged her head to the cups and jug of wine before walking to the table and serving each of the men at the table, starting with her father.

"I thought you might've urged your brother to take his seat at the council and provide an assessment progress as commander of the Watch," an older Lord said whilst glancing at the empty chair.

Rhagar and Kratus looked to one another and rolled their eyes, the other Lords- especially Otto Hightower have been desperately trying to get Daemon off the council or exiled from Kings Landing.

"I can assure you that the progress of the Watch is running smoothly, which you would know my Lord if you ever left the castle," Rhagar smoothly said whilst his father lightly smirked at his sons wit.

Rhaenyra let an upside down smile come to her face though she would not allow the Valyrian to see it so she turned her head slightly whilst biting her lower lip.

The older Lord turned his eyes to the King for help but received none, "yes quite right Rhagar, do you think Daemon is distracted by his present task?" Rhagar's mind seemed to have traveled elsewhere once Rhaenyra had leant over his side and started pouring the wine. The man nearly let his eyes lull to the back of his head as the heavy scent of vanilla and the now subtle smell of dragon- his two favourite things invaded his senses.

She glanced down at him and made eye contact with his golden eyes that had darkened like a dimming candle. He had been watching her since the moment she walked though the doors, she sucked in a breath of air and bit her lip once more before hastily removing the jug away from the cup as it was about to overflow.

"The crown has heard your report and takes it under advisement," Lord Hightower sombrely said to Lord Corylls. Rhagar blinked harshly before turning to his father with a look that voiced, 'what happened?' His father just shrugged and continued to drink his wine whilst his son made a humming noise in his throat.

"Shall we discuss the heirs tournament your Grace?"

"My son will be taking part- representing House Warfare and the Valyrian dynasty," Rhagar turned to Kratus with a faint grin.

"That is delightful," the king leaned forth in his seat, "will the maesters' name day prediction hold?"

"These things are estimations my king but our forecast is accurate," Mellos said.

"Maybe we should wait until the child is born-"

"The tourney is soon to begin, most of the Lord's are already near it is too late to turn them back now."

"Before the games are over, my son will be born," Viserys looked expectantly at the other Lord's for them to talk over him but none did, "and the whole realm will celebrate."

Rhagar let his eyes drift over to Rhanyra who held a downcast expression upon her face, he remembered Aemma telling him how her husband longed for a son. But he also took notice of how her daughters face would slack or subside into a sadness of sorts or a betrayal of pain.

"And my heir will soon put all of this hand-wringing to rest himself."

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Rhagar had been called to the throne room, not by the king himself but he had an inclining feeling as to whom it was.

"Ah, my dearest friend," the voice of Daemon Targaryen said from the shadows as he sat cross legged atop the Iron Throne.

"If it isn't the man who God forgot," Rhagar mused as he slowly walked forward to approach the bottom of the steps that were surrounded by thousands of swords.

Daemon laughed before heaving himself from the chair and reaching the bottom of the steps where the two bear hugged whilst chuckling.

"How is Caraxes?"

"Fearing well though he is bloodthirsty like his cousin- Klauth it feels like it's been years since we last fought together," the Targaryen sighed dreamily as he thought of the bloodshed they created.

Rhagar hummed and let the same gruesome through cross his mind, "what do you want?"

"And why do you accuse me of wanting something?" Rhagar uplifted an eyebrow before Daemon let a small smile surpass. "Fine I want you to join the Watch- tonight."

"And what pray tell do you have planned that's so evil that you invited me?" Rhagar walked over to one of the many swords that were planted in the ground and played with the hilt.

"I'm trying something new, fighting fire with fire. What do you say my oldest friend?" Daemon had a small smirk uplifting at the corner of his mouth as he already knew the answer.

"You wold think me mad to decline," Rhagar let a dragon like smile spread on his face but then the door creaked open once more.

"Oh and I invited one more," Daemon came over to Rhagar and handed him a necklace made out of Valyrian steel with a red gem in the centre of it. "Give her this," he was about to ask who but instantly grunted in annoyance and threw a glare at the platinum man once Rhaenyra entered.

"What's he doing here?"

"What's she doing here?"

The two said in annoyance as they stared at each other whilst the girl slowly walked down the steps of the hall. Daemon sighed and dragged a hand down his face, he thought they'd have changed even a little bit with the time he was gone but no.

"Rhaenyra is here for she is my niece and you are here for you are my best friend." The words fell deaf on their ears as they continued to look in the eye of one another until Rhaenyra went to hug her uncle.

"And I see nothing has changed between you two," his niece scoffed over his shoulder before they parted from their hug.

"She's the most unreasonable being I've ever met it's as if you want a dragon to start eating grass instead of meat," Rhagar said with his arms folded and the necklace still enclosed in his fist.

"What would you know? News of how you've let Klauth run wild and nearly let half of Westeros starve because he keeps eating all the produce has spread everywhere."

"Don't bring Klauth into this," Daemon looked between the two with his his mouth open slightly and his countenance deflated as the twos argument's had not gotten any less pitiful.

"Right I can see my presence is not needed here so I'll be going," before the elder man left he looked to Rhagar and his fist with a pointed look before leaving.

The princess rolled her eyes before scoffing and just as she reached half way across the hall he spoke to her, "wait," his voice was now gentle yet still gruff as it echoed around the hall.

She paused and stayed rooted to her spot before slowly turning round, "what?" Rhagar walked forward slowly and gripped the necklace tightly behind his back.

He leant close to her and sniffed the air before scrunching his nose, "you still haven't bathed." Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and scoffed at him before turning on her heel and briskly walking out the door.

Rhagar laughed to himself lightly before looking at the necklace in his hand and putting it in his pocket and turned to look at the throne.

It was glorious with millions of swords embroidered into the ground and an entire chair infused with the sharp silver made Rhagar itching to take a seat. He looked around and behind him, making sure their were no onlookers for sitting on the Iron throne if you were not King could be considered as treason.

He crossed the steps and relaxed his back into the chair that seemed to mould and bend to his body Rhagar placed his hands on either side of the arms and was pleasantly irked when he did not get cut.

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The thunderous drums of the soldiers below in Kings Landing rang throughout the bottom of the city as they hit their chest plates.

The drums of War had been rang and Klauth let out a deep roar of enjoyment as he would finally feast tonight in the very heart of Kings Landing. Rhagar, who sat atop Klauth, was clad in black leather with golden runes running up and down the shoulder pads and side of his gut along with a golden cloak that flowed in the soft howls of the wind.

Rhagar saw Daemon in black armour and the same golden cloak covering his left shoulder as he stood amidst the crowd of metal and fire. Klauth gripped the side of the wall with he claws that were spaced many houses away from each other and lowered his neck to allow Rhagar to step down onto the stone floor.

Daemons voice echoed through the space, "no longer. Beginning tonight, King's Landing will learn to fear the colour." Cry's of tenacity rippled throughout the crowd of the men and the doors to the lower part of the city were forced open. Klauth screeched along with the men and Rhagar went to join Daemon who gave the younger man a smirk as he placed the large metal helmet on with black fur at the back.

Rhagar didn't have a helmet, he never wore one when in battle he said, 'I can only see what's in front of me and that's bad when you have people wanting to stab you in the back.'

The men filed out in lines and ran to catch those who were in the wrong and ran from the soldiers grasps, many fell or were tackled and beaten to the floor. Rhagar backhanded a man who was trying to escape the clutches of a knight and the ragged man yelped before he was grabbed by two other men of the Watch.

He walked besides Daemon and the two watched as they started to cut some peoples hands and fingers off like sorting dead pigs into bacon and fat.

"Raper!" One knight shouted as he pointed the axe at the rat before he cut off one of his testicles, Rhagar winced and looked at Daemon who held the same look before he nodded to Rhagar to let him do what he wants.

Klauth's thunderous roar made the men and women quiver and cower in fear before Rhagar dragged a rapist to the teeth of his dragon.

"No! No! No! N-" Klauth opened his jaw and sunk his mouth around the man where the scales of his lips grazed the concrete of the floor. The dragon let his large tongue flicker out before he let a demonic, teeth baring, unsettling grin over come his huge and scaled face.

"Any rapers are to be sent to death! By Klauth The Savage One!" Many shouts of sport where heard and there was soon a line of scampering low life's who tried to escape but they had their throats slit.

Rhagar despised those who took something so sacred from a man or woman, some were so disgusting that they raped those who were mere children- he swore after every battle and War he plundered that none were to rape and those who committed such an act would die by the flame.

The Valyrian watched with malice shining in his eyes as Daemon unsheathed his sword and stalked towards a man who was proclaimed a murderer and severed his head as he screamed in fear.

Soon there were carts filled with severed heads, arms and many limbs that had been gutted from the bodies of sinners.

Daemon and Rhagar looked to one another with their swords painted in thick layers of blood and fires blazing behind them, they smiled at one another- a pure and cruel smile of satisfaction.