House of the Dragons: The Forgotten Targaryen

I sat at the king council meeting. My older brother, the king of the entire west side, the man who took his seat by the entire country voting for him instead of the queen who never was, stares across at his most trusted advisors and his two brothers. Jon Targaryen is my name, as my older brother Dameon looks at the seat he craves so deeply at the head of the council.

The King's daughter, Rhaenyra, pours a cup full of wine into a great gold large wine crystal with dragon symbols enter threading together. My niece let out a smile for me and my older brother. I look over at him and he to me. Both of our heads think about which one of us will lay with her first.

"I know. I know. But Essos is a little worried to my kingdom as we speak. Their unsullied numbers are dwindling as in-fighting keeps their cities from unattainable full partnership and prevents themselves from coming for us. And the Dothroki can't swim, they pose no imminent threat at all to our kingdom. I'm more worried about the fraud creatures in the north than a Dothraki horde coming across the sea. Why do you pose these minute threats to me?" Said king Viserys.

Otto Hightower, your brother's hand of the king, said. "I know but there are rumors that Braavos perpetrating a myth that you Targaryen are killing off your dragons. The sole power of firing breathing machines is on its last legs."

The sliver-haired, hint of black in his beard, Targaryen said. "Our dragons will never be done. The Bravos are truly dung heads. They know absolutely nothing about what takes place in our courts or what our dragons are malleable of."

Daemon said. "Brother I agree. These people can't understand what it means to be a dragon. Most people will for the next thousand years crave and dream to feel like a Targaryen. But will never know the sensation of riding a dragon or being of our royal bloodine."

I said. "They can withstand how our royal scepter feels beneath their daughter and mother thighs though."

"Right you are brother," Daemon says chuckling at my words.

"Brothers, why are you so crass? Now there is something I want to bestow upon you, this great honor Daemon." The king said as his daughter the same age as me spills another cup for the older father. "Tonight two thousand men will be put underneath your rule. You shall command the city watch gold cloaks. Please help my city and me brother, by ruling my subjects."

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