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Those gathered in the main courtyard scattered in panic as Meleys landed, her tail lashing as her riders anger fueled the Red Queens own. Rhaenys paid them no mind as she dismounted, her cousins guards not daring to stop her as she stormed past them. While most of the servants in the yellow and black livery of House Baratheon hurried to move away from her, her cousins steward did not, instead hurrying to greet her.
He was a practical man, a good steward who had been appointed by her uncle. He had always respected her, had always greeted her with a courteous smile and a low bow.
Rhaenys ignored that, resolving to find some way to apologise later as she demanded to know where her cousin was. The man was placid in the force of her anger, quickly escorting her to what seemed to be the solar Borros rarely frequented.
But today seemed to be one of the few days he deemed to play at being a parent, for there the foolish brute sat, his daughters with him. They startled at her entrance, for Rhaenys had not bothered to wait for the guard to announce her.
“Princess!” Borros looked alarmed, quickly standing as her fierce gaze locked onto him. “What are you doing here?”
“Ladies,” Rhaenys said shortly, her patience already run short. “I need to speak to your father. Alone.”
The girls hurriedly followed her order, quickly curtsying before they rushed to the door behind her. Rhaenys moved slightly to let them out, though her gaze never left her cousin.
The man in question squirmed under her glare, seemingly realising that this was no social visit. A surprising amount of observation from a man with so small a brain, Rhaenys thought viscously.
“What.” The man gulped, jumping slightly when Meleys let out a loud roar. Her mount had not deigned to move from the courtyard, a fact which Rhaenys could see made her cousin anxious. “What can I do for you, cousin?”
“You,” Rhaenys seethed, stalking forward as Borros hastily stepped back. “can explain to me what possessed you to think that marrying my nephew, who is all of one and ten! Is in anyway acceptable.”
“Oh that.” The man slumped, moving to pluck a leg of lamb from his place. Chuckling slightly, he waved a dismissive hand in her direction. “I don’t know why you’re so upset about it. Why I’m doing the Royal Family a favour by taking him! After all, who would want him now!”
Rhaenys curled her hands into fist, her scent souring as her anger filled the air around them. Borros continued, seemingly unaware of his cousins growing anger.
“He’s a disfigured crippled omega who should be thankful that I have even considered wedding him!” Borros sneered scornfully, turning back to her. “I’ve been told he can barely walk in a straight line, though I suppose that won’t matter. He won’t have any need to walk once I get him into my bed!”
Rhaenys smacked him.
Borros stumbled back, the force of her blow sending him to the ground. Bewildered, he brought one hand up to touch his stinging cheek, staring at it in disbelief.
Stalking forward, Rhaenys grabbed his hair and pulled it until he looked at her. Panic was building in him as he realised his position, defenceless in the face of her fury, of her dragon. Borros was unable to fight back against his royal cousin, for even if he did win this fight he would be forfeiting his life for daring to harm a princess of the realm.
“If I ever hear those words from you again, I’ll cut off your cock myself.” Rhaenys hissed, revelling at the fear in his eyes. “Even a hint of a whisper, whether it be from you or your household and I will make your existence miserable.”
Scoffing, she jerked her hand away, uncaring as her cousins head smacked against the stone floor.
He had a thick skull. He would survive.
“You will not be marrying Prince Aemond.” She spoke, dusting herself off and adjusting her flying leathers as Borros groaned, not daring to sit up. “Not now, not ever.”
Smirking, she stepped over him. Pausing at the door, she turned to look back at the pitiful sight the Lord of Storms End made.
“I wouldn’t bother going to the Hand about this either.” She added, satisfaction curling in her gut as the other alpha cowered before her. “The same message has already been delivered to him.”