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Nyke mērī shall nykeōragon va both tegon se heaven
As king Areys the second sat the iron throne looking down at his youngest son Prince Daeron the second with his left hand on the valyrian steel sword Blackfyre. "Do you know why you're here, boy?" growled Areys who gripped the Iron Throne so tightly that his hands started to bleed. Prince Daeron who just ignored his father and started to turn towards the doors of the throne room.
"Do not ignore me boy " bellowed Areys as his Kings Guard blocked the young prince's path. Ser Barristan Selmy who taught the young prince how to wield a sword " Please my prince don't do this". As Daeron draws Blackfyre and marches back towards his father, The young Prince shouts "You may be king but you do not command me father I will marry who I choose not you". As he storms out of the throne room, Areys bellowing after his youngest son " Get back here boy this is not over, you hear meeeeeeeee ".
Ser Barristan Selmy sprints out of the throne room after the prince, as Daeron walks towards the stables to ride his 10th name day gift from his uncle Oberyn. His horse a black sand steed named Nymeria, bolted from the stable hand towards the prince. As Daeron closes the distance a massive grin forming on his face as he bolts towards Nymeria. The gorgeous Sand Steed slows to a trot as the prince forgoes a saddle as Daeron jumps on the back of Nymeria and bolts from the red keep.Ser Barriston mutters under his breath " I am getting too old for this, I need a horse to bring the prince back". Soon Ser Barriston sets off after the wild dragon prince Daeron along with six Targaryen soldiers into king's landing.
As Daeron and Nymeria bolt through Kings landing towards the street of steel, Both common folk and the gold cloaks scramble out of the way as the duo race past. Soon the duo arrive at the shop of Tobho Mott atop the street of steel, as the prince jumps down from his horse an apprentice of the master armourer Tobho Mott rushes forward to take the beautiful sand steed. A tall bald man in black breeches and a black velvet coat with silver hammers embroidered on the sleeves walks toward Daeron. Tobho Mott bows to the Targaryen prince " You honour me with your patronage prince Daeron". Mott hands the prince a skin of dornish red wine, Daeron who raises an eyebrow at the gesture " after you master Mott". As Tobho takes a mouthful and swallows showing the wine is not poisoned Daeron takes a mouthful "Hm not a bad dornish red" murmurs Daeron.
Mott leads King Aerys youngest son to the back of his shop past the apprentices and the forges to his small walled garden, Soon both Mott and Daeron are seated at a table as Mott rings a small bell, a slim serving girl with dark hair and wearing a grey dress brings a bottle of dornish red wine along with two cups. As Mott pours a cup for his guest and himself two targaryen soldiers burst into the small garden " What is the meaning of this, how dare you burst into my house and business" shouts Tobho Mott. Ser Barristan Selmy who walks through the doors " forgive the intrusion master Mott but we are here to escort prince Daeron back to the red keep", the prince just looks at Ser Barristan before looking back at Mott " Tobho shall we get down to our business". As Mott stands up " please follow me my prince" , slowly walking towards the forges with prince Daeron following behind him.
As ser Barristan moves to follow the wild dragon prince, the two targaryen soldiers fall in behind the prince, a quick glance from their prince stops both soldiers in place. Daeron stops and turns " both of you out front and I don't want to be disturbed, make sure that I'm not or both of you will be my sparring partners later on". Both soldiers look at each other and nod as they run out of the forge. Daerons king's guard protector falls in after the wild dragon.
Soon the trio reach the forge as Mott pulls a curtain back revealing a suit of black armour with a three headed red dragon along with a folded steel sword and sheath. Mott who is holding his breath hoping the wild dragon prince likes the armour. Daeron who was standing in front of the armour slowly walks around the armour appraising it, " Tobho you have outdone yourself my friend, It's magnificent please deliver it to the red keep and i will have the agreed payment in full for you on delivery ". The peace of the forge is interrupted as the crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen with his kings guard protector Ser Arthur Dayne along with twenty targaryen soldiers. Tobho quickly lets go of the curtain as Prince Rhaegar strides towards his youngest brother as Daeron puts his right hand on Blackfyre and his left hand on his valyrian steel dagger on his back.
"You've really done it this time Daeron, Father is extremely mad at you and mother can't calm him down" Rhaegar exclaimed. Daeron just looked at his eldest brother with complete anger. " He wants to marry me off to the lannisters, I will choose who I marry, not him" shouted Daeron as the wild dragon attempts to move past his brother as Rhaegar grabs Daerons arm, within seconds the valyrian steel dagger is at the eldest Targaryens throat. Ser Arthur Dayne draws his ancestral blade Dawn as Ser Barristen draws his own sword in defence of his charge. " You've been practising definitely faster, It seems that my money hasn't been wasted" Rhaegar calmly tells his youngest brother. The dagger is soon removed from the throat as with a big hug the dagger drops to the floor with a clang. " Come on our wild dragon time to get you home and away from father". As Tobho Mott picks up the dagger and hands it to the wild dragon who puts the dagger on his back. " Your order Prince Daeron will be delivered tomorrow morning to the red keep". Ser Arthur Dayne who sheathes Dawn back on his back, turns to Mott, " I will take it now Master Mott".
As the curtain is pulled back and the Wild Dragons order is revealed Ser Arthur's eyes widen at the armour. " Box it please Master Mott and I will have it placed in the carriage to return to the red keep with Prince Daeron". As the wild dragon slowly walks towards nymeria a saddle is on his sand steed. As Daeron looks at his older brother, " Did you forget your saddle" chuckled Rhaegar. As the procession of two Targaryen Prince's, two Kings guard and twenty two Targaryen soldiers with a horse and cart make their way back to the red keep. Crowd's cheer for the Targaryen prince's as they pass through King's landing stopping in each district as Prince Rhaegar hands gold dragons to the poor of flea bottom.
As the Red Keep and Maegors holdfast approaches Daeron and Nymeria bolt towards the stables "Ser Arthur chase after him and make sure that our wild dragon doesn't get taken to our father but to our mother please then to his room8s". Ser Arthur nods as his own sand steed chases after the wild dragon prince. "What am I going to do with him Ser Barriston, Our father is slowly becoming more and more unstable and it's going to rip the realm to pieces, Maybe it would be best if Daeron goes to Dragonstone where he can run riot for a few months while I sort our father out?".