Hello everyone! Here is another chapter for Reign of the Dragon Queen! Time to find out what transpires after the Trial by Seven at Gulltown. Enjoy!

Author's Note: Mention of gore and lewd commentary ahead.

134 AC

"Will you henceforth acknowledge Ser Joffrey Arryn, the Maiden of the Vale's chosen heir, as your new Lord Defender of the Vale?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Uproarious cheering flooded Daemon's ears after Ser Eldric Arryn had renounced his father's claim to the Eyrie. The Valemen were overjoyed that a disastrous civil war had been avoided, the only casualties of this conflict being the thirteen men who had lost their lives during the bloody and brutal Trial of Seven at Gulltown. But King Daemon Targaryen did not feel joyful. What he felt instead was great exhaustion along with a throbbing pain coming from the left side of his face. To make matters even worse, Daemon's head felt like it was spinning.

The cobblestones and houses began to sway back and forth like a pendulum. Daemon found concentrating to be impossible and standing on his own two feet became cumbersome as he found himself being unable to retain his balance. Thinking ceased altogether, and Daemon closed his eyes to try and quell his dizziness. It was then he collapsed onto the pavement. Dark Sister remained in the king's hand.

Everything ceased to be after that. The noise died down, Daemon's sense of touch faded, and his consciousness drifted away. Darkness reigned supreme until the king awoke sometime later. Greeting his eye was the fabric ceiling of a canopy bed. Faint light could be discerned in the cozy darkness. Turning his head to his left, Daemon saw a thin, evanescent ray of sunlight shining through the slim opening between the linen and velvet curtains.

A comfortable sensation that was framing Daemon's body soon became apparent. His sense of touch slowly being restored, Daemon became aware of the linen sheets, the feather stuffed pillow that his head was resting on, and the thick, heavy blanket that covered him as his body laid on a comfortable mattress. He became aware of a "thick pressure" that was lying on the left side of his face as well as a dull headache that was throbbing there too. It was then Daemon realized that he could not see anything out of his left eye. Memories of the Trial of Seven came back to him, and he frowned when he remembered that Ser Willam Royce had slashed his eye.

Daemon's headache worsened in response to the memory of Lamentation cutting through his eye, and he grumbled with discomfort. Footsteps coming from somewhere outside of the room could be heard, and it sounded like they were headed to where Daemon was. Iron door hinges squeaking with use was soon heard as Daemon's visitors made their way inside.

"I wonder if he is awake..."

The voice belonged to Queen Rhaenyra I Targaryen. She sounded worried.

"Let us have a look, your grace."

Daemon did not recognize that voice. It sounded masculine, and judging by how wheezy and strained it sounded, the unfamiliar speaker was a very old man. The curtains to Daemon's right were slowly opened, and the king turned to face his visitor. What greeted Daemon after the curtain was drawn was an elderly maester who looked to be no older than ninety, his skin heavily wrinkled and blemished with liver spots.

"Looks like your due for a visit from the Stranger soon." thought Daemon.

The maester's snow-white eyebrows rose up when he saw that the king was awake. He looked over his right shoulder and spoke excitedly to the queen, who was hidden behind the curtain.

"Your husband is awake, my lady!"

An anxious Rhaenyra all but bowled the old man over to see her now conscious husband for herself. Seeing that Daemon was finally awake and in decent shape was a source of great relief for the queen. Letting out a happy sigh of relief, Rhaenyra made her way to Daemon's bedside to give him a kiss on his forehead. Daemon's response to his niece-wife's affections was a mere grunt, although, unseen by Rhaenyra and the maester, he did raise the left corner of his mouth.

"How are you feeling, Daemon?" Rhaenyra asked while still hovering over her husband.

"Fine. Slight headache. Was my eye removed, or is it still inside the socket?"

"It was removed, your grace; I performed the surgery myself." the maester wheezed. "Ser Willam's sword had cut your eye too deeply for it to be saved."

Daemon raised an eyebrow when the old man told him that. He made a quick glance at the maester's hands. They were wrinkly with thin, spotted skin and a topography of thick, visible veins that looked like blue tree roots. Amazingly enough, although the man was clasping his hands, Daemon could not detect any signs of trembling. He felt some relief when he saw that.

"His hands look steady at least."

"Permit me, if you may, your grace. But I would like to examine your wound. Can't have an infection now can we?"

Rhaenyra stepped aside to allow the maester to perform his examination on her husband. She looked away after the maester had unwrapped the bandages so that she would not see Daemon's now empty left eye-socket. A period of silence followed as the aged maester examined Daemon.

"Very good."

Rhaenyra glanced over to see that the maester was wrapping up Daemon's head again.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. There is some bruising and swelling, but that is normal."

"Good" replied Daemon. Just then the pain worsened, and Daemon grunted with discomfort. "Is it normal for this to be painful?"

Rhaenyra gave her uncle-husband a worried look.

"I am afraid that feeling pain is normal after losing an eye, my lord. I will make some sweetsleep for you as well as share the good news with everyone that you have awakened, your grace"

"Thanks." was all Daemon said.

Before the maester left, Rhaenyra stopped him.

"Maester Zwentibold. Please tell our family to come up after you have given Daemon the sweetsleep. Better to have my husband's pain numbed before everyone bombards him with words."

The old man nodded his head to the queen before shuffling out of the room. With the maester gone, Rhaenyra pulled up a chair from a desk that was in the room and brought it before her husband's bedside. Daemon had a lot of questions for his wife, and he starting asking the minute she sat down.

"How long was I out?"

"Three days."

"Hm, not too bad." Daemon said with a shrug. Rhaenyra, although not happy that her husband had been unconscious for seventy-two hours, did nod her head in agreement with him. Better for Daemon to be out cold for three days rather than dead.

"What has transpired since I lost consciousness?"

Taking a deep breath, the queen began her exposition. Bedlam had broken out in Gulltown's square after Daemon had collapsed. A frantic Rhaenyra cried out for someone to help her husband as Luke and the Queensguard rushed out into the bloody square to attend to Daemon. The king was carried to the Grafton manor by Sers Robert Darklyn, Harrold Darke, Erryck Cargyll, and Glendon Goode. Lord Borros Baratheon was carried to the manse too by members of the Gulltown Watch and Ser Joffrey Arryn.

Borros still had not regained consciousness by the time Daemon himself had awoken. Joffrey refused to return to the Eyrie for his coronation until both Daemon and Borros had woken up. Other than the Vale finally getting a new Lord Defender of the Vale and Warden of the East, four noble houses gained new lords too. Having lost both his father and older brother during the Trial, Ser Elmar Arryn became the new head of House Arryn of Gulltown. The late Thomas Templeton was the Lord of Ninestars, and his oldest son took up the title after his death.

Simon Shett died childless and had no brothers or nephews to succeed him, and thus an elderly uncle of his became the new patriarch of House Shett of Gulltown. Gunthor's oldest son was able to become the new Lord of Runestone thanks to both his father and father-in-law losing their lives. And speaking of House Royce, the relationship between them and House Targaryen had soured considerably, more so with Daemon, due to him killing Willam. King Daemon was unperturbed by this development of course. As far as House Royce of Runestone was concerned, the Rogue Prince was the bane of their existence, and Daemon viewed the Royce's in the same way too.

Meanwhile, Ser Corwyn Corbray had become a hero to his people for his part in averting a larger and more devastating conflict, and he was thanked by the queen herself for bringing the crisis in the Vale to her attention. Rhaenyra promised the man and his daughters places in her court when an opening was to become available. The queen had even offered Jace's services as a matchmaker to find husbands for Corwyn's two daughters. Ser Gyles Coldwater and Lord Rickard Hunter, meanwhile returned to their respective homes of Coldwater Burn and Longbow Hall. Although terribly injured during the Trial, Rickard was expected to recover in the long run in spite of his numerous broken bones.

Gulltown's chapter of Silent Sisters had prepared the bodies of the Trial's fallen for burial and returned the remains to their families. Soran of Myr's remains were given a pauper's burial outside of Gulltown since there was no one to claim him. Merick Stone's body was interred in a local churchyard. After Rhaenyra was done explaining what had all gone on since the Trial, she reached out and took Daemon's hand into hers.

"Daemon. Please promise me that you will not take part in any Trials or conflicts from now on. I cannot bear to lose another husband..."

Daemon's eye widened.

"You do not want me to fight anymore?"

Rhaenyra nodded as her husband stared at her incredulously.

"I lost an eye, Rhaenyra, not my sword-hand. I can still fight!"

"I know, Daemon." Rhaenyra said with sigh while still holding his hand. "But you are getting older."

"I still feel young."

"You got distracted during the battle, Daemon!" Rhaenyra hissed. "That has never happened before. Willam could have killed you!"

"But he did not, and I am still here."

"What about next time? Fighting in a war means that there will be dozens of younger and stronger men who can easily overwhelm and kill you. Do you want our children and grandchildren to mourn you before your time?"

"You think there will be another war during your reign, Rhaenyra?" a perplexed Daemon asked, to which his exasperated wife shrugged.

"I do not know, but I hope not. Regardless, I think that you are getting too old for battle, uncle."

"Nonsense!" snarled the insulted Daemon. "I am not senile. I can still swing a sword even with one eye. I am far from hanging up Dark Sister for good!"

Before the queen could come up with a retort, there was a knock on the door. Rhaenyra commanded for the visitor to enter, and Maester Zwentibold made his way inside with a bottle that contained a potion that was laced with a few grains of sweetsleep in hand. Although the vial did not contain wine, Daemon felt incredibly thirsty, and he drank every last drop of the sweet liquid. The pain that Daemon was feeling from his eye socket, which had been aggravated slightly during the argument with his wife, slowly began to fade away. The sweetsleep also made Daemon calmer too, and he leaned back against his pillows.

Shortly after administering the sweetsleep, Zwentibold left to inform the king and queen's family and allies about the former's awakening. It was only a matter of time before the three princes and two knights came up to see Daemon as the maester followed behind them. Subduing their mirth in respect of Daemon's condition, the men quietly expressed their gladness over their king consort having regained consciousness.

"Will your eye grow back?" Baelor asked from his father's arms. A tired Daemon silently shook his head. The little prince looked crestfallen following his grandfather's response. Although partially sedated from the sweetsleep, Daemon felt a twinge of sadness when he saw his grandson's face. After the men had left, the king reached out and touched his niece-wife's hand.

"Rhaenyra."

The queen turned to face Daemon.

"Yes?"

Daemon sighed before speaking.

"I promise to not partake in anymore Trials or future conflicts unless it is absolutely necessary. If a war were to erupt, I will stay on dragonback or stay close to Caraxes at least at all times. He is still young and enjoys a good fight; he will protect me."

Rhaenyra pursed her lips.

"I am glad that you are finally seeing sense, husband. Spar with the boys, the squires, or the Queensguard in the training yard to keep your sword-hand busy. Aegon and Viserys love training with you, and our grandsons will later train with you too. You will never weaken. You can take our grandchildren for rides on the Bloodwrym's back too.

There are many things you can do with Dark Sister and Caraxes that do not need to involve war or trials by combat."

A quiet Daemon only nodded his head at his wife's words. He soon began to feel a little drowsy, and he laid further back against his pillow and sighed deeply.

"You look tired, Daemon." Rhaenyra said with wifely concern. Daemon softly nodded his head again. The queen helped her tired, wounded husband to get more comfortable in his bed. She fluffed up his pillow and then pulled the blanket up for Daemon, giving him one more kiss before he dozed off completely.

Four more days would pass before Maester Zwentibold deemed Daemon well enough to leave his bed. The Targaryen host was sent off with a jovial farewell by the citizens of Gulltown. The royal family received a lukewarm welcome at the Red Keep. Everyone was happy that the king was alright, but it was jarring to see Daemon wounded and the left side of his face wrapped with bandages. Baela was greatly relieved to see that both her father and son were alive and well, but she was still angry at the queen and Jace for taking the nearly four year old Baelor to a country that was on the brink of war.

Wanting to prove that he was still a capable warrior despite his new handicap, Daemon immediately set out to the training yard immediately after returning home with his sons and Sers Clothair Blackwood and Glendon Goode of the Queensguard to train and get used to fighting with one eye. Prince Aegon the Elder, his sons, and Ser Edmund Naeryon watched the king train. Uncle and nephew even sparred against each other that same day. Daemon was able to hold off Aegon, but having one eye did make the sparring difficult, and he realized that he should not rush his recovery. As soon as the prince returned to his family's chambers with Jaehaerys and Maelor in tow, he was quick to inform his wife and daughter about Daemon's condition, later sending off a raven to Oldtown to spread the news to the Green Targaryen's and the Hightower's.

While his uncle's apparent descent into feebleness did please Aegon, his younger brother Aemond was ecstatic. Aemond One-Eye was more than happy to share the news of his hated uncle's maiming with his mother and family after he received the raven from King's Landing. He would later offer a toast to both his Uncle Daemon and his missing eye.

"Let's see how much the old bastard likes having one eye! Too bad "little Luke Strong" did not participate in the Trial too and lose one or both of his eyes!"

"Would you have held a feast if he did, Aemond?" asked Lyonel.

"Why certainly, cousin! I would have loved to have shared my joy over that if it had happened. But I will settle for this little celebration though."

After that, the second cousins toasted Daemon again. Just as it had not taken long for the news of the Rogue Prince's maiming to spread, the Black Targaryen's soon heard of Prince Aemond Targaryen's crass toasts to the king and his lost eye. Rhaenyra I was quite tempted to fly over to Oldtown and have Syrax incinerate her least favorite half-brother when she heard what he had said about her husband and son. Daemon, meanwhile, contented himself with fantasies of strangling his most least liked nephew with his bare hands; didn't need two eyes for that! Grandmaester Gerardys would later ask Daemon if he would like a gemstone to serve as his fake eye like Aemond had for his missing right eye, but the king adamantly refused.

"No, Gerardys. I am not vain like that one-eyed little shit. Besides, I think that sapphire he has looks so uncomfortable."

"Would you like a glass eye then, your grace?" Gerardys asked. Daemon shook his head.

"Not that either. Those look uncomfortable too. A simple eyepatch will be more than enough for me."

And that was that. Daemon soon began sporting a simple black leather eyepatch, eyewear that was far better suited for the king's character than a jeweled false eye would have been. If only Lord Borros Baratheon could have had the same successful rebound. Borros awoke from his coma seven days after the Trial on the same day that the Targaryen's were due to return to King's Landing. Borros's brother-in-law, Lord Manfryd Caron, stayed behind to look after his sister's husband.

While Daemon was given sweetsleep to cope with his pain, Borros was administered milk of the poppy by Maester Zwentibold to dull the migraine headache that he woke up with. But that was not the end of Lord Baratheon's woes. Migraines became frequent tormentors for Borros, but an even fiercer symptom of his head injury would soon plague him. Temperamental already due to his Baratheon blood, the Lord of Storm's End now subjected anyone who was nearby to unpredictable and violent mood swings. He would be calm and normal one moment before suddenly becoming wrathful and frothing at the mouth the next.

Noises that were made suddenly or loudly usually triggered the Lord of Storm's End's new temper. Sometimes he became wroth over nothing. Needless to say, the atmosphere at Storm's End became very tense. Mysaria began reporting terrifying accounts from the Stormlands about Borros's temper to Queen Rhaenyra. Accounts of servants fleeing Storm's End to escape their lord's newfound wrath, Borros getting a new maester after he had throttled and thrown the previous one against a wall hard enough to break his bones when the man did not answer a question right away, the three remaining Baratheon children having become so terrified of their own father that they refused to be around him unless it was necessary, and that Borros had even struck his wife a few days after he had returned home from the Vale.

Physical abuse aside, Mysaria also shared that Borros had become addicted to milk of the poppy, the powerful opiate being the only medicine that could dull his excruciating migraines. Because of these drastic changes in Borros's behavior, he did not attend his third born daughter's wedding in the Vale. Six months after the Trial by Seven at Gulltown, the wedding of Ser Joffrey Arryn and Lady Ellyn Baratheon was held. Once more, dragons leading a flotilla of ships bearing sails from the royal family and their allies arrived in Gulltown's harbor, although this time they came in peace. The wedding was held at the impenetrable and beautiful white-stone Eyrie.

House Arryn's ancestral home is the smallest stronghold to be possessed by a Great House, being capable of housing up to five-hundred men. The guest list for Joffrey and Ellyn's wedding nearly exceeded that limit! The most powerful lords and ladies of the Crownlands and Stormlands had been invited along with the Vale lords who had accepted Joffrey's invitation; most of the Mad Heir's former allies, most prominently the Royce's, obviously declined their invitations. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and Princess Baela Targaryen fulfilled the former's promise of attending another Baratheon wedding, and they brought their children along too. Most of the family attended too, including both the king and queen; the other guests hailed from the same houses who were members of Queen Rhaenyra's peacekeeping host.

The Lord of the Eyrie married his Baratheon bride in the castle's High Hall before the Arryn throne, which had been the seat of the Kings of Mountain and Vale since the days before the Conquest. Having another daughter marry into a powerful and prominent family was a source of great pride for Elenda. Ellyn's wedding was a light that was desperately needed in her mother's life, which had become tumultuous and tense due her husband's newfound violent nature. What made this light even stronger for Elenda was that all of her children and grandchildren were together for the nuptials. Lady Caron even learned from her eldest daughter Cass that she was pregnant with her and Cregan's third child together.

But Elenda's presence at her third daughter's wedding was not a complete source of joy, however. The mother of the bride bore a small, partially healed yellow-brown bruise beneath her left eye. It was an uncomfortable reminder for Queen Rhaenyra on how her intervention in the Vale had led to the Lord of Storm's End becoming mentally unstable and physically abusive towards his lady wife. The implications of the queen's intervention were not lost on Elenda, and both women made a conscious effort to avoid each other whenever possible. Any discomfort that was shared between the Lady of Storm's and the queen were pushed to the side when the wedding ceremony commenced.

Prayers were said, hymns were sung, the black stag was replaced with a blue falcon, and Joffrey and Ellyn kissed; the bride had officially become the new Lady of the Eyrie. After the closing hymn, the wedding ceremony was over, and everyone filed into the Eyrie's Lower Hall to start the wedding feast. Roasted meats, hot stews, and fresh baked bread and pies were waiting for the wedding guests, who were both cold and hungry after standing in the frigid High Hall for so long. Wine flowed freely like the Blackwater Rush, and many toasts were made to the bride and groom. The newlywed Lord Joffrey Arryn dedicated three toasts that evening: one to his blushing bride, one to his in-laws, and one to the queen herself, which was preceded by a brief but eloquent speech.

"Let us toast Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen the First of Her Name. For if it were not for her, a greater bloodbath than what had been wrought at the Trial by Seven at Gulltown would have occurred, and Seven knows how many men would have been lost in the conflict. And it is also thanks to Daemon and Dark Sister that we are all standing here today in the Eyrie celebrating my wedding to the fair and lovely Lady Ellyn, and because of that, I am eternally grateful."

Ellyn blushed sweetly when she heard her husband mention her in his speech, her cheeks turning rosy. Joffrey continued talking.

"I hereby pledge my undying loyalty to House Targaryen. To Queen Rhaenyra and King Daemon Targaryen. Long may they reign."

The Vale lords raised their goblets in the air and they repeated what Joffrey had said.

"To Queen Rhaenyra and King Daemon Targaryen. Long may they reign."

Everyone then drank their wine as their monarchs received their toasts appreciatively. The wedding proceeded on normally after that grand toast. Jesters, fire-eaters, and bards entertained the guests as they ate, drank, and conversed. While Joffrey and Ellyn already looked like the picture of marital bliss on their wedding day, the same could not be said about the crown prince and his wife. Things were still tense between Jace and Baela regarding the incident over their son, as well as the latter slapping her husband in plain view of his mother during the argument over Baelor.

The couple had not shared a bed together in three months, with each of them occupying their own separate bedrooms during that time, and they were barely on speaking terms. Baela's relationship with Rhaenyra was even worse. Neither woman would acknowledge the other, and if queen and princess happened to cross paths, the former would look down her nose at the glowering Baela. Thankfully, the princess had a number of distractions that provided her some release from her all but crumbling marriage. She played with her children, spent time with her ladies-in-waiting, flew around King's Landing on the back of Moondancer, or went hawking or hunting in the Kingswood. The princess would also partake in archery with both Maris and Alysanne in the Red Keep's training yard.

But none of those distractions were present at the Eyrie. Baelor and Alyssa had come to the wedding, but they were with their grandparents and Visenya, which Baela felt had been a deliberate act against her on Rhaenyra's part. Maris was with her family, and Alysanne had been seated by the Valemen by her cousin Ser Clothair on the orders of her brother Samwell, the Lord of Raventree Hall. Although she was only twenty-one years old, Samwell did not want his sister to be a spinster, and he hoped that Alysanne would catch the eye of a powerful lord during the festivities celebrating Joffrey and Ellyn's wedding. From what Baela could see down the table, her favorite companion and best friend was receiving a lot of attention from the Valemen.

Alysanne was not known for her looks, and her bawdy tongue and mastery of breaking horses and hunting had driven off many potential suitors in the past, but all her current admirers saw was a living "gateway" to the royal court thanks to her friendship with one of the queen's daughters-in-law, and the Vale lords competed for Lady Blackwood's hand in marriage. Baela could tell that Alysanne detested all of the unwanted attention, and true to form, she resisted each clumsy attempt that was made to woo her. The guests who were within earshot of "Black Aly" Blackwood were in for quite a show.

She laughed out loud when the heir to Newkeep tried to recite a poem to her while in his cups, causing his relatives to join in on Alysanne's laughter as they listened to the man slur his lines. She rebuked the boil covered Lord of Old Anchor after he asked her incessantly if she would like to dance with him; Alysanne stated that she would rather dance with the roasted pig on the table because its split, blackened skin could be more easily stomached than Lord Melcolm's boils! When three brothers from House Waynwood of Ironoaks approached Alysanne, she noticed that all three men were horse-faced, which is a common trait in their family. Without missing a beat, Alysanne told the brothers that she knew of some mares from the stables at Raventree Hall that would make excellent "brides" for them. This painful remark caused guffaws and laughter to ring out amongst those who were listening to Lady Blackwood.

Clothair was torn between reprimanding his cousin or standby and watch her brutally rip into the ineligible suitors, which he found some humor in. He chose the latter, like he could move from his post by Queen Rhaenyra's seat anyway. Alysanne's actions were successful since the male guests began to back off. The last Valeman to approach the willful Alysanne was Lord Woodhull. However, instead of seeking Alysanne's hand in marriage, Lord Woodhull sought out creating a possible betrothal between his daughter, Henrietta, and Lady Blackwood's nephew, Benjicott.

Alysanne's reply to this potential Blackwood-Woodhull match was that she would write to her brother about it, although her disinterested tone suggested otherwise. After that, no more excitement came from Aly, depriving Baela of her only source of respite from where she was seated. Baela felt so alone as she sat between her husband and Luke. Her goblet became her only companion at the feast that night, and whenever it was empty, Baela would command a servant to bring her more wine. She lost track on how much she was drinking after her fourth cup.

By the time the bedding ritual commenced, Baela was pretty tipsy. Her vision was blurred and the room seemed to move along with her, and Baela stumbled slightly as she stood up. Her clumsiness unseen by her kin at first, Baela slunk off towards the groom. The princess soon met up with Lady Blackwood and the other ladies who were helping to disrobe Joffrey. Baela laughed with the other women as she got her hands on the Lord of the Eyrie's clothes.

Drunk on both wine and the mirth of the wedding festivities, Baela laughed, grinned, and stopped thinking entirely. Her hands wandered where they should not have on Lord Arryn's body, with the inebriated princess groping and caressing in a way that only the newlywed Lady Ellyn Baratheon was allowed to do.

"Um, your grace..." uttered an uncomfortable Joffrey when he felt the princess's hands slowly slide down his sides when he was only wearing his shift.

"Baela!" hissed Alysanne, who had stopped disrobing Joffrey to grab the princess. "Stop this! You need to go to bed. Sleep it off."

Alysanne's words were blown off by a swift, annoyed wave of Baela's hand. Thankfully for the Lord of the Eyrie, both bedding parties decided that it was time to carry the newlyweds off to their marital bed to consummate their marriage, and Joffrey was quickly hurried away from Baela, who was held back by Alysanne. The rest of the evening was one big, unpleasant blur after that. A drunk Baela struggled against her companion's hold, but she was easily subdued by the two more powerful Queensguard knights who had been dispatched by Jacaerys to subdue his inebriated wife. As Jace tried to calm his seething mother, the knights quickly dragged the princess off to her bedroom while the wedding guests were cheering on the bedding parties. Baela's resistance waned as she got closer to her guest bedchamber in the Maiden's Tower. She was out as soon her head hit the pillow after being deposited on her bed.

Baela's in hot water now! But anyway, I want to share some things with you guys that I forgot to put in the last chapter. Remember how Merick Stone was wounded in the knee by Ser Geremy Dutton prior to being killed? Chainmail is forged to resist slashes, but of course that depends on the quality of the iron, and Merick was given an inferior suit of mail by his supposed father (so much for fatherly love). Also, I am planning on doing some editing on the chapters to fix grammar errors and syntax (I reread my posted chapters from time to time and the errors that I missed while proofreading annoy me greatly), so I will add some extra snippets of info (like who are the OCs and who are the canon characters).

Be sure to reread if you want to get more info! And speaking of info let me share these ASoIaF facts with you:

1. The surgery that Maester Zwentibold performed on Daemon is called enucleation.

2. The drunk heir to Newkeep who was trying to impress Alysanne during the wedding feast hails from House Hersy.

3. Lady Henrietta Woodhull was the last maiden to be presented to King Aegon III Targaryen during the Maiden's Day Cattle Show in the canon storyline. She was crying because Aegon clearly showed no interest in both her and the Show itself.

Anyway, thanks for reading and please review! :)