The years passed and, for a long time, Rhaegar served as a good king. Soon, it reached the year 299AL and King Rhaegar still sat the Iron Throne with great peace amongst his people.

Rhaegar was sitting in tower of the Hand of the King, a cushioned wooden chair beneath him. He glanced down at the paper Tywin Lannister had set before him. Rhaegar brought up a hand gloved in leather up, brushing his long white hair behind his broad shoulders. He leaned back in the chair a creaching sound could be heard as he did so. His lilac eyes seemed to shine in the light of the candles over the wooden desk as he lifted his gaze back from the paper to Tywin. The King watched as the man moved from the corner of his feather bed to a shelve stocked with assorted wines. Tywin held a two cups in his hand, gold with Lannister lion stamped into the side. Rhaegar's iron toned voice soon filled the room.

"You would make my brother, Viserys, Lord of Dragonstone?" he asked. "The Targaryen's ancestral home? Do you hold some hatred over the people who live on that island to give them such an Lord?" It had grown apparent that Rhaegar did not care much for his younger brother, Viserys, as he was the true son of Aerys-more so than Rhaegar had ever been. He looked down the chain necklace made all of hands that adored Tywin Lannister's neck and wondered how it would look if those hands were choking him.

Tywin filled his glass with wine and then the second. Turning, he moved back to the King and looked over the attire of his majesty and thought how much Rhaegar looked the part of a King. He wore a double breasted vest in all black and red, a three headed dragon rested over Rhaegar's heart. Tywin wore nothing more than a top of soft red cotton with gold lacing, feeling highly under-dressed compared to Rhaegar. Placing the cup on the desk, he looked over the white parchment that had so much black ink over it.

He spoke but did not look up from the paper. "Your brother grows impatient. He may be your father's son but he has a clever mind and a will to do what needs be done. He is wed to Daenerys and she is expecting his child. It is expected of his grace provide land and titles for your brother; not only for your brother but for the court as well." Tywin took a seat and a wooden chair opposite to Rhaegar, though this one had no cushion. Quickly, the King's Hand grew sore from the hard wood. He shifted uneasily though he hid his discomfort well from the King.

Rhaegar looked back down at the paper, his left hand raised up to his chin, feeling the stubble of the cleanly kept beard that had begun to grow. He let out a sigh of defeat, knowing it was true. If not his brother, his sister deserved to live in that place. Reluctantly, he grabbed the quill, dabbed it in the ink and signed the paper. He watched as Tywin lifted the paper from the desk moving it to a small table to dry. Under that parchment was another, which, this time, he did not hesitate to sign. Stannis Baratheon will make a good Master of laws. Tywin returned with one last piece of paper, though, this one, Rhaegar looked up at the man with fierce glare. "You wish to remove Monterys Velaryon of his titles in Driftmark and install your son Tyrion as its lord? Do you take me for a fool? This is not a matter of the court; this is a matter of you being rid of the dwarf and I will not hear of it." Rhaegar rose up from his chair and headed for the door.