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House of The Dragon-The Beauty, The Bold, and The Black Dread: Chapter 100: Death of The Traitor III
🕑 Added 2025-03-04 18:14:06 +0000 UTC(Baelon's POV)
"He is dead." Otto told me as we stood behind the veil, watching the Silent Sisters work, "It is now over."
I shook my head, "No, it is not." I said seriously, "It is far from over. Trevor was just the beginning, I am afraid."
I felt his eyes on me, "With respect, My Prince." He said, "You should be with your wife. To say that she was stressed would be an understatement."
"I know." I said, "And for that, I am sorry. But I will not leave her side after I truly finish this. And I intend to do so."
I looked over at where the Silent Sisters were working on Laenor Velaryon, the Princess Rhaenys stood behind them as they cleaned her son up. They had just finished with Ser Erryk and began to work on Laenor. Ser Yohn was next since he had died from his wounds.
It was a shame, I did not see him fight that much. But that is how battle works; death comes at any time from anywhere. There is not much even I, a Prince, could do about it.
"Your Mother must be very relieved." Otto said, "Both her sons partook in a dangerous life and death situation and both came out alive."
I nodded, "Indeed she is." I said, "She was even angry at me."
"Of course she was." He said, "You did the right thing, no matter what anyone tells you. Trevor was going to die regardless but you showed that you could show mercy and allowed him a chance to fight back."
"If that is what everyone wants to think, fine." I said, "But you know the truth, Otto."
"Hm...." He simply said
"I wanted the chance to plunge my blade into him myself." I said seriously, "Everyone knows that. If songs are written about this day, they will simply lie. I wanted the satisfaction of killing him myself, you know that. My Father knows that. Even Rhaenyra knows that. Nobody does what he did and gets away with it. If I could bring him back and kill him again, I would gladly do it."
"I understand." He said, "What he did was unforgivable. He tried to kill you, ruined your Wife's most important day, and not only that.....he spat on your Family's name by manipulating your sister...and well.....he confessed he was responsible for your nephews' deaths...."
"The Seven Hells are not enough punishment for him." I said with anger in my voice, "I hope he rots a million times over."
Despite talking, I was still looking over at where the Silent Sisters were cleaning up Laenor's body, seeing the way that Rhaenys tried her best not to choke up, it was a bit heartbreaking. Everything about this bothered me. I killed Trevor, but at what cost? We lost good men in the process.
Laenor had made his choice and he fought valiantly. But I did not want him to lose his life fighting for me.
We lost a dragonrider, Seasmoke is free to be claimed. Something must be done about that. And I will not waste a moment's breath about it.
"Your Father is comforting Rhaenyra as we speak." He said suddenly
"That is not my business." I said as I turned around and began to walk away
"My Prince." Otto said
I stopped but did not look at him, "What?"
"We both know what your Father will do next." He told me, "I know that you know. It bothers you, doesn't it?"
"I don't care." I said
"You say that. But when he makes the decision, you will protest." Otto told me
"And what would you have me do about it?" I asked him
"It is a complicated situation." Otto said, "But the truth is...no matter what, she will be highly sought after.....so whatever decision Viserys makes, it is for the sake of his Family and The Realm...vultures will swarm all over the carcass that is your Sister's emotional state."
"Then let Father make the decision. He is the king." I said before beginning to walk away,
"I already overstepped too much."
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(Third Person POV)
[Somewhere In Essos, Sometime Later.....]
Inside a building, mercenaries were gathered, drinking and eating as the locals were bringing in women to add to the fun that these men were having.
The men were from all over the place; some from Westeros and others from Essos all across the land. They were all gathered for one reason, apparently; they were called by someone.
As they were drinking, one of them spoke up,
"Did you hear what happened over at Westeros?" he said before chugging down his mug and slamming it down on the table, "That Trevor Celtigar cunt actually died...."
"No shit....." another said, "How?"
"He was killed by that fucker, Baelon." the man said, "In a Trial by Seven."
"Fucking hells." the other said, "Did Trevor overstep? What the fuck was he thinking? Was that part of the plan?"
"I don't know." He said, "All I know is that the Lady's cousins went with Trevor and partook in the Trial as well."
"Who???" the other said
"Eryn, Lynn, and Daron." He said, "I don't know what happened with them."
"What?!" a voice exclaimed
They turned around to see a dark-skinned man walking up to them, wearing leather armor and had a shield hanging from his shoulder.
"Oh shit." One of them muttered, "It's the Commander...."
The Commander scowled, "Tell me what you just said. About Eryn and Daron."
"They went to Westeros with that cunt, Harwin." the man said as he burped, "He...they.....they fought in a Trial By Seven."
The Commander gritted his teeth, "She didn't tell me about this shit...." He said with an angry tone, "Who else went?!"
"Don't know." The mercenary said
The Commander than stormed away, leaving the men to drink. He made his way to the end of the room and opened the doors, walked down a narrow hallway and opened another door, walking inside a large room.
The room was filled with incense smoke and some candles as some women were walking around.
"Hey....!" The Commander called out, "Why didn't you tell me those idiots went to Westeros while I went and dealt with the Dothraki?!"
In the middle of the room, on a large couch covered with silk sheets, a white-haired woman lay on her side, her mouth open as some other women were lowering grapes down to it.
She licked the grape with her tongue, wrapping around it gently before pulling it down to her mouth, swallowing it in a quick motion.
"Mmm...." She said as she opened her eyes, a beautiful shade of purple, "Hmmm?"
She looked at the Commander, who was standing in the middle of the room. The woman was beautiful, with fair skin and a curvaceous body. Her long white hair was combed straight and draped all over the couch. As she lay there, two girls were combing it with brushes while another girl was working on her nails.
The Woman was ethereally beautiful, a striking sight that would make any man mad. Fortunately for her, all of these men were used to her and not only that, she was as dangerous as she was beautiful.
The Commander looked at her, "Eryn, Daron, and the other idiot went to Westeros?"
"Oh..." She said, her voice calm and serene, "They did."
"Why?" The Commander asked
"They asked me to." She replied
"Why did you let them?" He asked
"Because they asked nicely." She said softly
"We cannot risk exposure, your Mother had-" The Commander started
She raised her hand, cutting him off as a man walked with a metal box in his hand towards her. He crouched down and placed the box in front of her.
She gestured at him to open and the man did so, pulling out what looked like a Dragon Egg from it and handed it to her.
She took the egg and smiled slightly, "Do you not understand, Commander?" She said, her voice so soothing that it made the women at ease, "That our birthright is right across the Sea? And the biggest Threat to it is the one who will soon sit the Iron Throne?"
"You just want dragons, that's it?" The Commander asked, "You have an egg!"
"An egg is not enough." She said before looking at him, "Trevor wanted to use us for his own gain. And if he is truly dead, then it works in our favor. What I want is for us to regain what is rightfully ours. I want what he has......"
"I want Balerion."
