The Prince that Was Rewarded:
You are with Daemon at King's Landing: He looked at Dark Sister, and he smiled. "Finally."
The Throne room was filled with hundreds of people, cheering and hollering in awe and happiness and jubilation as Daemon and yourself were escorted into the throne room by the King's guard. While you both wore some finery that was fitting for knights, Daemon happily had on his tunic, with a three-headed dragon, showing his pride.
Lady Royce was standing near the front of the crowd, wearing a similar black and red dress, with a rune on her chest, showing solidarity with her husband. It was quite strange to see the two of them in the same room, happy and talking, and you were utterly surprised when you walked in on them one time, both fucking each other's brains out.
You were not even surprised, you had done it before with your parents once or twice when the evening was young and you were told to fish for something, and you always returned with more fish for the night.
Mother and father were very loud, so it was hard to concentrate and you always told them to calm down.
But back to the throne room, the Old King had two swords in his hands. One was Blackfyre, the same blade you saw earlier when you met the old king.
The other was a blade that you did not recognize, save for its strange hilt… it seemed familiar, like a dragon's bone surrounding steel, with dark leather and brass at the pommel.
When you reached the king, the steps of the iron throne, both of you looked at each other, before bowing in deep reverence and respect.
"Daemon, you train your squire well, in courtesy and blade." He stated, waiting for an answer from his wayward grandson. "And he assisted you in your takedown of Essosi slavers."
"I have your grace." He replied, not looking up at the old king, who chuckled, feeling so much more in the weight and the fear of the Prince than anything. "And he did."
It was not a lie, but you did save his marriage. You think. Rhae and daemon traveled together, and they didn't seem that angry or resentful of each other.
"Good. Rise Daemon." He said.
Daemon did this with only slight hesitation, looking down at you for a brief moment. "You recognize this don't you?"
"It's Dark Sister." He replied.
"A blade not of the conqueror, but of his greatest ally. His sword, and best companion. You are not any of those things." The Old King replied. "But it is a blade that must be used. It is a blade that must have a purpose in a time of peace, and it suits you well. Better than any other."
Daemon was silent. "Thank you."
"No, thank you for serving the realm. This is the least we can do for one of its heroes." He replied.
Tears were in the Rogue prince's eyes. "Thank you, your grace." He sobbed.
And the court was adjourned. But Daemon said, "Finally." under his breath.
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Random Event Roll:
D100 => 9
Jaheryes Reaction:
D100 => 7
Daemon's Reaction:
D100 => 98
The Old King had called you into his council room, Daemon as well, when you noticed how… broken he looked. He looked at you as if he was looking at a ghost.
"Shut the door." He ordered, and the room sealed, and the king's guard had steel ready.
"What is the meaning of this?" Daemon asked. "Your-"
"Silence!" Jaehaerys shouted as he stood, pointing a shaking hand at you. "Ever since he arrived, there was a nagging thought in my mind, of a ghost that would not be silenced!" He pointed his long boney finger at your face and looked straight into your eyes. "I thought it was my mind finally losing control. I was about ready to stop, and place Baelon as a regent so that the realm could be safe before I died, and I made a fatal decision." He stood still, and his face morphed into a scowl. "Now I know the truth. And I saw Trason."
"Your Grace I do not understand?" Daemon was confused, even frightened by his old grandfather's message. "Lucien is not a traitor, he assisted me-"
"No… He is the worst kind of traitor. A Bastard of my dear beloved Daughter." Everything went silent. Everyone was quiet.
Finally, Daemon spoke. "Gael died killing herself after she had a stillbirth." He was honest, clear, and rational. "We had her son's body cremated with her."
"No… she had twins. And one, the only survivor is beside you." He said. "Stolen away from his family!" There was rage in his voice.
The Old king and Daemon both faced you, one full of anger and fury, the other confusion and discomfort. Then the old king shouted. "Seize the boy!"
"No!" Daemon shouted as he drew Darksister. And he placed a protective hand over you.
The old king was surprised, and the Kingsgaurd were hesitant to move forward. "Do not be foolish, he is a threat to our family!"
"He is my family!" Daemon proclaimed and your heart skipped a beat… What? "And I will not let you hurt him!"
The standoff was tense, and for a moment you thought everything was going to be bad, and you were going to die. But instead the old king then raised his hand, and the kingsguard lowered their blades.
"You're Family?" He questioned.
"Yes," he said. "And if you harm him, I will stop at nothing to hurt you."
The Old King was quiet… even stunned by Daemon's Bravery in the face of the true threat to his life. "No. You will not."
"Daemon Targaryen, I hereby banish you from the red keep, and Dragonstone, same as the Boy, Lucien the Silent. You will not return to the lands of your father's as long as I am alive." He then turned to you. "If you ever return to Dragonstone, Your mother will die. And if your father ever returns to Westeros… He will be executed. I name Valaar, Captain of the Silent, an outlaw in the Seven Kingdoms. I strip him of his protections, and his rank as a seaman in the Royal Fleet, and banish him from the realm for the remainder of his days."
A moment later he looked at you. "You have already sworn fealty to me boy, and I see that as mercy enough. Leave, before my patience wears thin."
And you left without another word.
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You couldn't go home again. Dragonstone was now… someplace you could never go back to.
Daemon was crying silently, he did not show any tears when he escorted you out. And you were too.
"Where will we go?" You asked, signing, not caring if he could see you through his tears. You wanted to be reassured.
Daemon… was silent. "I don't know." But he placed his cloak around you. "But it doesn't matter now. I'm with you. And you are with me… that will be all that matters."
Reward: Daemon has gained Dark Sister and respect from the Valemen.
The Old King Jaehaerys, in a moment of grief and emotion, banished your father from the seven kingdoms for his actions against Gael, even though Valaar was not at fault besides getting her pregnant and saving you.
He has Banished Daemon from the Red Keep and Dragonstone, all but forcing him to wander Westeros with his new blade and his squire or to return to Gulltown and Runestone.
Daemon views you as his son, even though you are his cousin. He will die to protect you, as a father would.
Your identity and parentage are now known, news spreading through Westeros. Some view you as a threat. Others an opportunity.
Gain Trait: Royal Bastard: You are a spawn of bastardry, whose parents were not married when they were not married. The difference between you and others is that your mother was royalty, and also, a tragic figure in her own right. (unknown effect)
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You have 3 Training (For Skills only) Action:
And 3 Personal actions.
[]Fly: You wish to try and fly on the back of your dragon. You want to fly in the sky.
[]Learn a Skill (Line tail what you want to try and learn. Subject to QM Approval can be taken multiple times costing one action each)
[]Train a Skill: Choose one of your skills to train and become better. (Dragon Riding and other dragon related skills are now available)
[]The Talk of Gods and Men?: He has seen you pray. It was something that he never seemed to do. But he watched you anyway. It was like he was curious to ask. But didn't have the courage to do so.
[]A Bar on the Road: Daemon wants to drink and there are many taverns that are on the road to your destination. So you stop by one.
[]The Home that Is Where the Heart is: Daemon views you as a son. That is something you find a little uncomfortable, but... you aren't exactly against it.
[]Silent and Surface: Daemon looked at you, and merely said. "Silence to you is the same as breathing. But sometimes I wish you could talk."
[]That Moment of Weakness: Daemon wept, for he finally had what he wanted. Yet in the face of it all, he had nothing. You need to remind him differently.
[]The Rune of Duty: Rhae wished for Daemon to be home for a little while. For what reason, you did not know, but you were there all the same.
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