chapter 54

After their exhilarating dragon ride, Rhaenyra and William returned to the Red Keep.

As they strolled through the grand hallways of the Red Keep, with a lingering kiss, they decided to part ways temporarily. Rhaenyra's path led her toward the chambers, where she intended to change her attire and get her hair done.

William, on the other hand, decided to stroll in the castle's sprawling garden until she was done.

With a kiss, they parted ways, Rhaenyra disappearing into the maze of the Red Keep's corridors, while William made his way to the castle's sprawling garden.

The garden was a sanctuary of greenery and serenity, he remembered when he saw this garden on tv. Now he was in it, William then strolled among the blooming flowers and ancient trees, the soft rustling of leaves soothing his mind.

As he walked deeper into the garden, he spotted a familiar figure seated on a stone bench beneath a towering weirwood tree. William instantly recognized the familiar figure, It was Daemon Targaryen, Rhaenyra's uncle and a certified pedo. His silver hair and distinctive Targaryen features marked him as a true Targaryen.

Daemon looked up from the book he was reading as William approached, his violet eyes assessing him with a shrewd gaze. "William Baratheon," he said with a sly smile, "I wondered when we might have a chance to speak."

William looked at Daemon and said: "It seems our paths have crossed at last."

If it was the old him, he wouldn't have been this bold. But now he was a new person, and he wasn't going to let anyone disrespect him.

Daemon patted the empty space beside him on the bench, inviting William to sit. "Please, join me. I've heard much about you, and I suspect you've heard your fair share about me as well."

William took a seat, his posture relaxed. He didn't want to show any weakness. "Indeed, I've heard tales of your exploits, Daemon."

Daemon's gaze remained fixed on William, his eyes probing. "It seems even you have heard tales of my exploits." He said then he continued: "If I remember correctly you bonded with the dragon The Cannibal, if I'm not mistaken."

William nodded, proud of his dragon companion. "Indeed, me and my dragon have grown close, and our bond has grown even closer."

Daemon leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. "You should be wary, William. The game of thrones is a perilous one, and alliances can shift like sand in the desert."

William knew what Daemon said was true. 

So, William met Daemon's gaze squarely and said: "I will be cautious don't worry."

Daemon's lips curled into a sly smile once more. "Good. And If you and I can find common ground, perhaps we can achieve great things together."

Their conversation continued, As the sun dipped below the horizon, William and Daemon remained seated in the garden, two players in the intricate dance of politics, each seeking an advantage in the ever-shifting game of thrones.