Capítulo 68: The Fear of the Targaryens
"Are you going to let that Rhoynar dog continue increasing his forces in the capital, now even having three families of old knights? You've been very careless, brother. They could be planning to take the throne, and you let them manipulate everything to their liking." Daemon glared at his brother Viserys, who was reading the reports about what Haldor was doing under his supervision.
It was clear that things were not being done covertly. Haldor had reached an agreement with Viserys to allow him to trade his goods without paying taxes in exchange for improving the city's condition, something he was achieving with remarkable ease. Of course, this was all done without shedding blood in the dead of night under everyone's watch, unlike his brother's methods.
Preparations for the upcoming war had been delayed due to the birth of his heir, but Viserys understood the gravity of the problem and was about to start preparing.
But knowing that Haldor had been preparing since the moment he arrived, it was clear that he was determined to command the forces in the fight against the Night King.
"Will you continue to let him gain more power in the capital? Everyone seems to love him, and many secretly say they'd prefer a king like him over you," Daemon said in a dangerous tone.
Viserys set aside what he was doing and said, "Then why didn't you cut out their tongues?"
"There are too many to count. Are you sure you want that?"
"No, I'm being ironic. Haldor Mondragón will marry Rhaenyra in a few months after the arrival of every lord in the Seven Kingdoms to discuss the war we might face at any moment."
After saying this, Viserys paused and continued, "All my eyes have been evaluating Haldor, what he does, and how he accomplishes things. He cares about the people, doing everything in his power to improve them. There is no better man for my daughter."
"That won't fix things."
"That's why he will leave the capital two years after marrying my daughter. He personally requested this to organize the development of his people's territory, and given his urgency, it was the time we agreed upon," Viserys said, speaking to his brother about private conversations.
Daemon was furious; his brother was too soft, so he said, "I don't think you should waste time. We should have cut off that Rhoynar's head long ago."
"We can't..."
"Why do you insist on being a coward?!" Daemon exploded at his brother.
Viserys looked at the dagger in his hand and said, "We Targaryens also have the mission left by our ancestors to protect these lands. We owe it to the people whose territory we once took."
"What are you talking about?"
"If you're so keen on protecting my reign, then you can go with that Rhoynar and oversee everything he does in my name. I'm sure he would welcome a great warrior by his side. You would be of great help, and by joining your efforts, you would assist him greatly," Viserys said with a broad smile.
Daemon remained silent, then, without saying a word, he left the room where his brother was.
Aemma, who was caring for their son, asked, "Are you hiding something?"
"From whom?"
"It's obvious, your brother. It seemed like you wanted to tell him something you've kept hidden—a burden that has increased since the Rhoynar arrived from the north," Aemma said, reading her husband better than anyone.
Viserys remained silent, wanting to share the story passed down by their ancestors but knowing it would break many codes that had not been broken for years.
"Maybe I'll do it later..."
…
Lower quarters of the capital, southeastern part of the city.
"So, you're telling me this man slept with your wife, and now you want to kill him for it?" Haldor found himself in a dilemma, merely negotiating with the carpenters of the capital.
Ravyn preferred to resolve it quickly, but being wiser, he said in a serious tone, "Leave that man alone. It's not his fault your wife opened her legs to him. Of course, everything changes if he forces her, and if that's the case, we should cut off his wand."
"You're not helping," said Lucían, who watched as the man with the sword grew more agitated.
Haldor, standing beside them, said, "Take these gold coins. You can go to a brothel and forget about your wife. She can leave your house. If there are children, you decide if you will stay with them or abandon them. As for whether the situation warrants using the sword, use it and stop making a damn scene."
"Thank you for your consideration, future consort."
Shaking his head, Haldor entered the carpentry shop and muttered, "I have so many titles, and 'future consort' makes me sound like a homeless man. Damn it, I'm also supposed to be a prince."
Crack!
"Ahhhh! He killed someone!"
Haldor closed his eyes, not wanting to imagine what had happened outside the carpentry shop, and said, "Arrest the idiot with the sword. I don't want to hear his pleas when I come out."
"Yes, my Lord."
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