The servant at the door had been sweating on his way here. Even I who had just woken up shook off any signs of sleep when I saw his worried look. The council must be in disarray if they treated him to this extent, either they yelled at him or the situation at hand has worsened. On the way there I walked past many servants who bore different colours. I wonder how many houses or their representatives are here. We stopped in front of a large stone door. There were three servants who managed the door and they all tried to hide their fear of opening the door.
The person who led me let out a breath of air that even I could hear from standing behind him. I stood there in case someone threw a cup of wine at the door as even through the stone doors the ranting or arguments of the lords of Westeros could be heard. The servant nodded and they opened the door. Inside anyone can see that the place was divided, many of the lords stood in groups either speaking amongst themselves or talking, if you can call it that, to other groups.
Before I identified anyone I might've seen from the shows the servant spoke, "Mi lords, prince and your grace I've brought the dragon rider." And promptly left not wanting to be present for the aftermath.
The audience in front of me quieted down waiting for someone to speak. From one of the groups a man pushed the others aside, Daemon Targaryen 'the rogue prince' and recently king consort if that has remained the same. He grabbed my arm pulling me to the far end of the table that they used to strategize on with a map of the seven realms carved into, the very one from the house of the dragon. Being the first time I've ever seen the man much less met him, his grip was deadly as he squeezed my arm tightly. When we arrived at who he wanted to introduce me to, it looked like he was pulling around a child who needed to be disciplined with brute force.
I was in front of the Queen, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Before I could do anything Daemon spoke, "he looks just like the many bastards of flea bottom that I've seen. Same face as Aegon and his litter of dogs. Let me get rid of him and I promise Vermithor will have another rider, one loyal and dependable."
"Guest right Daemon, have I not been clear he is not to be harmed, then let me be clear. The Queen, your Queen, does not harm children; not even when it's convenient or when a spare excuse is at hand." Said Rhaenyra defending me.
Then a man who I identified as Corlys Velaryon from the show spoke, "Does it make a difference which bastard rides Vermithor Daemon? Or do you still wish to act like you don't favour that girl over your legitimate heirs."
Daemon pointed his finger at him while tilting his head with danger glooming across his eyes, "that's rich coming from the sea serpent. My heirs are heirs and my children are my children! No matter who the father is, I will devote myself to my family as I have always have." He spoke the last sentence to Rhaenyra.
While they talked I still squirmed trying to get my arm out of his grip, "just let the kid go cousin, we all know he's not your intended goal. Try another place at another time." Said Rhaenys the wife of Corlys who stood aside with her two granddaughters not wanting to take part in this nor the politics at hand.
Daemon pulled me closer to him, "don't let the dragon go to your head boy." And pushed me directly in front of the Queen.
At her side stood her Kings guard and even with a child present they still held their vigil over their queen watching my every move. "Knee to your Queen." One of them said, "yes sir" I mumbled nervously.
"The correct word is ser, the knight Erryk Cargyll has earned that much." A little chuckle could be heard from the lords on a happy note as Rhaenyra corrected my mishap like a mother teaching their young.
"Yes your grace–my Queen." I said unsure of the answer, little finger didn't prepare me for any of this.
"Either is fine. Now tell me your name child." she said.
"Maegor waters your grace, that's what the ladies of the brothel called me." Many of the people present whispered, making fun of my origins while a few spoke quietly about my name. Rhaenyra herself tensed her jaw a bit but continued her speech.
"Do you swear to me your loyalty and allegiance Maegor? And take me as your rightful Queen?" She said for all to hear and bare witness to my pledge.
"I swear to serve under no other and serve the rightful Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen." I said looking at her.
"Then rise Maegor, the first Dragonseed of house Targaryen." She turned her head slightly and I followed her gaze to a girl. She was a bit older than me and stood alone. Dark red hair with white skin but her eyes were violet, a descendant of a Targaryen. It seems she would be the second Dragonseed, that is if she survives.
I stood up and earned a smile from the Queen with polite claps from the lords, even some members of her family. Jacaerys Velaryon, her son, still doubted me. Daemon had a smug smile seeing this unfold as if it didn't matter at all, which is probably right considering what's going on in the seven realms. The one that got me thinking was Corlys Velaryon who sat on a chair recovering from an injury at sea, he looked at me as if planning something.
"You may return to your quarters Dragonseed, there's still much for us to discuss." She said.
Almost instantly they returned to their 'politics' without a change in their effort as chaos reigned again. I walked to the door to which the three servants on this side opened with tired expressions. At the same time a servant ran in while holding a scroll. I exited the room and while the doors closed I heard the surprised voice of Queen Rhaeynra, "House Blackfyre has joined the greens."