Daeron's POV

It had been a couple of hours since Vhagar had flown off heading west for some reason, his Uncle Daemon had watched as she blasted off heading into the mountainous Westerlands and he had circled back. They were all in his father's Solar all gathered around his father the King who was sitting in a large ornate silver armed chair. Rhaena stood next to him holding him tightly, they had grown close of the last few months since the announcement of their engagement, next to her was her sister Baella who was leaning against the wall looking longingly at her betrothed Jacaerys who has just told the room the White Spectre was now his sworn shield since saving him from the faceless man who had killed Ser Erryk and whom had tried to kill him. His own brother Aegon was stood to his father's left, almost slouching against the wall as if he was tired of all this, in his hand was a large golden goblet adorned with rubies full of something he know not know for sure, but knowing his brother it was most likely ale. He never went long with out a drink or perhaps it was a sweet Arbor Red his brother favourite vintage, either way he knew his brother was drinking more since Aemond had stabbed him, partly to dull to pain but more for the fear of what could have happened. He himself had always stood loyally by both his older brother but with recent events he hated himself for how he had treated his half-sisters family, luckily they had forgiven him but he had yet to forgive himself. Right now, he trusted Rhaenyra more than Aegon. Opposite Aegon on the other side of the room was Rhaenyra sitting on chair directly opposite her father with Daemon lounging on the chair next to her with his legs up on the table, looking exhausted after flying around chasing Vhagar and spending the night in the dragonpit. His nephews Joffery and Lucerys sat on both sides of Daemon and Rhaenrya. Also in the room was Ser Arryk, Ser Criston Cole and Ser Steffon Darklyn who were guarding the door. Ser Otto Hightower, Lord Corlys Velaryeon and his wife Princess Rhaenys, Grand Maester Orwyle and Lord Larys Strong. No one else was permitted to keep the circle as small as possible. Princess Helena, Queen Alicent Hightower, Prince Jaeherys, Princeess Jaherea, Prince Aegon and Prince Viserys were all under guard by the remaining Kingsguard and other survivors of the second War for the White Cloaks.

He was almost nodding off as it was the middle of night and didn't help that the Grand Maester was droning on about Aemond's condition, he caught every third word or so. Something about cauterizing wound, infected blood, stranger in room, firemilk cleaning wound, poultice, infection … milk of the poppy is only hope now. The rest he missed as he had dozed off on Rhaena's shoulder and didn't wake up until he nudged him in the ribs which made him raise he head and noticed everyone was staring at him.

"Ah nephew, glad you could join us, is the imminent assassination of our family and dynasty caused by the hands of your brother boring to you?" his uncle Daemons sneering blaring voice breaking through his own thoughts a she realised he must have dozed off.

"Of course not Nuncle but hearing Aemond's condition was boring to me, I no longer call him my brother, I'm just he will die by his own actions so none of us have to have the title of kinslayer whispered behind our backs,2 he retorted, and before Daemon could say something back, Aegon jumped in putting a hand on his own shoulder.

"Even though he stabbed me he is still my brother and I wouldn't wish the pain he is suffering on anyone", he spoke remorse pausing for a moment to let it sink in "but I you hadn't dozed off you would have realised we had finished that topic and are now discussing how we might best combat the situation we find ourselves in."

Ser Otto stood up from where he sat by the King's side, "As Hand of the King, I can assure you this is not a bigger problem as you might think, from our reports and Aemond's own admission, Volatnis has know interest in starting a war…"

"it wasn't Volatis his fucking burned," screamed Rhaenyra interrupting her "It was Braavos and Pentos, our two closest trading partners, I thought you being the Hand of the King would have realised that."

Even as his Aunt screamed he noticed his Grandfather Otto remained calm and calculated, always methodical and patient, " What I mean your grace, is that Pentos has no army and only 20 ships if they were not burnt by Aemond so they are no threat, the three daughters war amongst themselves more often than not and even if they do hate Uncle Daemon and Lord Corlys they would not partner with Volantis. Braavos has always been peaceful with us if not plotting behind the scenes to remain powerful but if Aemond has burnt there city how many of their so called Assassins could still be alive how many of their numerous warships are not charred or at the bottom the harbour, if we send everything we have at them now and finish them off and claim it as retaliation for them buying 3 of your own dragon eggs of the thief Elissa Farman, would mostly likely be feared and face no repercussions from the other free cities."

Looking around the room as Otto finished, Daeron noticed that both Corlys and Daemon were looking at Otto like he was mad but before they could speak it was Jacaerys to broke the silence, "I know at least one assassin who was not in Braavos, he is lying downstairs dead and he almost killed me, we cannot fight an enemy we cannot see, it will not be an open battle with Braavos. They will come for the head of the Dragon and keep cutting until there are no heads left. From what little we know about the House of Black and White I think it is safe to say that they do not just all sit around they are all over the known world and probably unknown, more will be coming here if they ae not already in the city and if what grandfather says is true," he looked to Lord Corlys, before continuing " Even if some of Braavos survived and knowing Aemond he was counting on it, they will replace all that fleet withing a matter of weeks and I doubt all their ships were in the harbour, for all we know a fleet is on the way right now or it could already be attacking White Harbour and before you say we have dragons. Dragons can be killed we are not invincible and who will be riding the dragons but us the Royal family the exact ones they want to kill."

He admired what his nephew Jaccaerys that just said, even being older than him Daeron looked up at the young prince in that moment, his nephew was a leader as the oldest of three brothers where he himself was a follower. While his nephew spoke, he noticed different reactions from people, Lord Otto looked furious that he was being rebuffed by a teenager, Corlys was nodding along proudly while Uncle Daemon made a sideways glance to Lucerys when Jacaerys mentioned Royal family on dragons.

"So what would you suggest?" croaked Grand Maester Orwyle, the stress of what was happening seemed to be making him more frail by the hour.

"We split up, they will be sending Faceless men for all of us, lets not make it easy for them, there are many castles in the realm, many places to hide. King's Landing is to large, too many people, and the Red Keep has passageways in and out that even we do not know about," Jacaerys looked suspiciously at Lord Strong when said they but continued. " We have knights willing to serve we all take one and go to differ corners of the seven kingdoms, on our dragons or hidden and then move on again if we need to."

"You are suggesting that we flee?" spat Aegon disgusted.

"No I'm suggesting that we live while we try and make peace, not all of us can leave," Jacaerys finished while looking at his Grandfather, "We must maintain the control and power, at least one us must remain here and one of us must go back to Dragonstone."

"Dragons make it hard to disappear," noted Sr Otto Hightower wisely stroking his chin and taking a swig of wine while Aegon gulped down a whole goblet nervously.

"The younger ones who's dragons are not yet able to be ridden can be slipped out of the city disguised as squires and servant boys but we must keep the circle small, the fewer who now of their destination the better." Larys the Lord of Whispers recommended, making a few notes on parchment, " How do we make peace?"

"We send envoys," Daeron himself blurted out before he could stop himself, "but none can be of our blood." He continued quietly realising everyone was looking him and he took a step back to stand next to Rhaena, who grabbed him by the arm.

"I'll go, I know many people in Braavos and have many contacts all over the free cities from my travels." Volunteered Corlys.

"No, you are basically a Targaryen and I cannot bare to lose you," begged Princess Rhaenys holding her husband's arm.

Daemon than interjected "I agree with Rhaenys, they would just as likely kill you or use you as a hostage, I will fly to Pentos and see what the damage is, I lived their for many years and I am well feared as well as known, not many will try and take me and Caraxes will have my back. I suggest the Grand Maester travels towards Braavos displaying the peace banner on the sails, see how we might solve this. Corlys we will need allies outside of Westeros to solve this, I am not loved amongst the Three sisters and neither are you but you are respected more than me, we must send ravens to Dorne, send envoys to Volantis, Lorath , the Summer Islands, Norvos, Qohor and even Qarth if we can get that far, we need to know what their responses to this will be, if Braavos is asking them to join in an alliance, we need information." He finished letting it all sink in.

"And who will stay in King's Landing, who will go to Dragonstone and where will everyone else go?" asked the Lord Commander Criston Cole, " as Kingsguard we should go with you there are only 6 of us, Jacaerys is right the survivors of the War of the white cloaks should eb put to use, a sworn shield for each royal should be named and code words chosen. That is the only way we can protect against the faceless men."

The faces of everyone were pale, Dareon wondered what would make Braavos forge peace, they could never hope to conquer Westeros but they could bring it to it's knees. Braavos had always been against dragonriders since the founders had been slaves which had escaped from under choke of the Valyrian empire but there had been an uneasy truce but since Aemond broke it there was no telling what could happen.

"I will stay," wheezed a voice from the head of the group, a voice that hadn't spoken the entire time., " My time is near we all know that, if I am here nothing will look out of the ordinary, Queen Alicent shall stay as well, Rhaenyra should go back to Dragonstone along with my youngest Grandchild Viserys and lockdown the fortress. My daughter Princess Helena should also stay as she is in no condition to travel." Turning to his eldest son " Aegon you can't fly but by keeping Sunfyre here in the dragonpit it might keep the illusion that you are still here in bedrest. Which castles you go to decide amongst yourself, the less we all know about each other's where abouts the better."

The King had decreed what would happen and his Kingsguard helped him back to his chamber, all other knights were asked to exit as well leaving only the Royal family, Lord Corlys, Lord Strong and Ser Otto.

He decided to break the uneasy silence, "So where do we go? Do we take our dragons?"

"On dragons we are quicker and safer and can flee if we must." Daemon told them, " we must split us between the kingdoms. Jacaerys and Baella, you two trust each other and have grown up together, fly North to Winterfell, stay there for a bit but then move on during the night to another part of the North,. Select two northern knights to fly with you. Don't tell us where, keep moving if you must. Leave the room now so you don't know where the others go, we must keep the circle small,"

He watched as Jacaerys went and hugged hugged and kissed his mother, as she tried to hold back the tears, he put his on his younger brothers Lucaery's shoulder and ruffled Joffrey's hair. Baella hugged her sister, since they were younger they had never been apart and kissed her father's cheek before exiting the large doorway to get ready.

He instinctively put his arm around Rhaena, pulling her closely. " Don't worry we will all be together again soon." He whispered in her ear.

"Ser Otto, you choose a bannerman of the Reach we can trust and two knights of the War of the White cloaks, take my heir Jaehaerys and hide him in one of their castles, disguise him as a page or a squire, keep moving him if you must." Aegon ordered gruffly taking another gulp of his goblet, slamming it down on the solar table which made the liquid slosh everywhere.

"Yes Your grace," Ser Otto replied patiently waiting thinking there would be more.

"Go now, I will speak to you later about arrangements for me." His brother ordered once again, before turning to him.

"I'm guessing your staying with Rhaena," Aegon queried already knowing the answer.

"Yes brother, I'll see you once this is all over."

"If we all survive Uncle Daemon send one of your family to the Westerlands if you wish, we have not yet split the kingdom, Lord Strong with me we must discuss arrangements for my daughter. " and then turned to his sister, " Gods be good we will see each other again and we can get back to splitting the kingdom." And with that he turned and left.

"Where are you planning to send my other three sons without consulting me," questioned Rhaenyra heatedly now her brother had left the room, Daemon put his hand on her.

"Love, I know this is painful but we must make a this sacrifice if we have any chance of surviving as a family and a dynasty."

"Joffrey will go to the Twins, we will send a raven tonight, they can lock down both sides, he is safest there"

He almost laughed when Dameon mentioned the twins because he heard Joffery's groan behind him,

"Why the Twin's, there's nothing there it's just bridge," Joffrey whined liked the kid he still was.

"Daemon is right, the Twins are secure, but if it becomes unsecure, jump on Tyraxes and fly into the neck, the Crannogmen will find you, explain what is happening and they will protect you, now go and get ready."

"Rhaenys can you take Aegon and go to the Westerlands, you know here to go. Lucerys you must fly to Riverun and tell Elmo to go into siege mode as soon as possible, once the sluice gates are open Riverrun is surrounded." Daemon instructed and then he turned to him. "Daeron take Rhaena on Tessarion and fly to Eyrie and immediately restrict who comes up, that should make it secure, I will send to vale Knights as you sworn swords by boat, only they may enter" They started saying their goodbyes and just before leaving Daemon called his name.

"Protect Daeron, protect he with your life." He nodded and started closing the door, but just before it was closed he heard his uncle Daemon say to Corlys, "Bring them to Dragonstone and see if they can", the last words he didn't hear.

Would love your reviews, sorry ti ahs taken so long, this chapter might not be my best, I know where I want to get but I was struggling getting there, so this chapter has a lot of speech.