Viserys, dressed in his regal gold-trimmed robes and seated upon the Iron Throne, stood slowly to address the court.
"There are few tasks more daunting than bringing order to chaos," Viserys began, his voice carrying through the marble hall. "And what Lord Rodrik has achieved in King's Landing is nothing short of miraculous. The streets that once reeked with decay now smell of fresh flowers. The slums of Flea Bottom are no longer festering sores upon this city, but breathing districts of commerce and dignity."
Murmurs of approval swept through the gathered nobility.
"This was no reward. This was punishment," Viserys continued, chuckling. "And yet, it has been turned into a triumph. So, Lord Rodrik, tell me—what boon would you request for such an accomplishment?"
Rodrik hesitated only a breath before stepping closer and lowering his voice just slightly, though still loud enough for the court to hear. "Your Grace, there is one matter that weighs on me personally. I wish for the marriage of Prince Daemon and Lady Rhea Royce to be annulled."
The murmurs returned instantly. Viserys blinked, the warmth draining from his face. "That is not a small matter, Lord Arryn," he said sharply. "You would meddle in the affairs of the royal family?"
Rodrik didn't flinch. "I do not ask this lightly, Your Grace. Lady Rhea is my bannerman. Her father fostered me. I owe them my care. She and Prince Daemon are both too proud, too stubborn—there is no love between them, and no future either. Their union bears no fruit, and she is miserable in a cold, loveless bond."
Viserys's frown deepened, his voice growing cool. "You presume much, Lord Rodrik. I gave you honor, and now you ask for something that touches the blood of House Targaryen."
"I ask this not to divide your family, but to spare two souls a lifetime of bitterness."
Viserys glanced away, jaw clenched. The Iron Throne loomed behind him like a judgment.
Rodrik knew he was extending his boundaries but he Also knew what was going to happen if things continue as such Deamon would try to murder Rhea & why he said try is because Rodrik would never let anyone harm Lady Rhea she is his bannerman & so is under his protection. If Daemon did anything to her no matter what happens to the story Rodrik would remove Daemon with any means necessary.
Rodrik added quietly, "This is not about ambition. This is about duty to my bannerman—to Lady Rhea, to Daemon, and to the realm."
There was a long silence before the king finally spoke, his voice heavy. "You've asked for much today, Lord Rodrik. I shall… consider it."
Rodrik bowed. "That is all I ask, Your Grace."
Just then, the chamber doors burst open and a guard hurried forward. "Your Grace," he called, bowing quickly, "Prince Daemon has returned.
The court buzzed anew with surprise and curiosity.
Rodrik stood at one side as everyone Viserys was standing ahead of his throne, Rhaenerya has also returned from her tour prior to the expected time & was standing just below the crown & enters Daemon with all the swag there is. A crown made of bones on his head & weapon at hand. He came near the throne & bend to the king offering his throne & everything happened just like in the show & Then after the brotherly bonding they moved towards the garden where celebrations were going on.
Rodrik was talking with a Lord of Reach regarding the possibility of the imports of one particular type of grain from reach through which Rodrik can try making beer. A voice came from his behind " Can I have some of your time Lord Arryn" Princess was standing there in her regal outfit. Rodrik has to accept the fashion of this time is also very good.he replied " Certainly Princess". In the two years he has spend here in Kings Landing the little time he has spend with Rhaenerya before she went to the tour has made them somewhat of friends.
"So, Lord Arryn," she greeted, arms crossed. "I'd heard tales of a certain valiant knight cleaning up dung with such grace that the flowers began to bloom in his honor."
Rodrik chuckled. "You wound me, Princess. I'll have you know I've revolutionized the fine art of sewage." He gestured grandly. "They call me the 'Shit Lord' in some circles."
Rhaenyra raised a brow. "Better that than the Lord of Shit, I suppose."
Rodrik grinned. "You'd know better than most. Speaking of stink, how was your grand tour? How many lordlings proposed before breakfast each day?"
She scoffed. "Too many. One tried composing poetry about my eyes. Another compared me to a swan."
"A swan?" Rodrik tilted his head thoughtfully. "Elegant, yes, but have you seen how they hiss? Rather fitting."
"And I suppose you'd compare me to what?"
"A well-tempered forge. Beautiful to look at, but dangerous if one gets too close."
"And you? A rusted hammer pretending to be silver."
"Ouch. I've missed this, you know."
"Mocking each other?"
"You being honest. Most of the court treats me like a relic, or worse—a threat."
"To be fair, you do walk around with a plan to change the realm tucked in every pocket."
Rodrik gave a dramatic bow. "And you, princess, walk around like every rule was meant to be tested."
"We make quite the pair."
"Gods help the realm if we ever truly joined forces."
A moment passed between them, light yet sincere, before a servant called for the princess.
She turned to go, but paused. "Truly though, Rodrik. You've done good work here. Don't let the them get you down."
"I'll hold that close, Princess. Even if it smells of swan feathers and sarcasm."
Rhaenerya walked away & Rodrik was still standing there thinking what he was doing he has promised himself that he would not get wined up in the Targeryen bulshit & he would stay away from Princess but he couldn't help but get comfortable with the princess. He reminded himself once again to stay away but still knew that his heart wont listen.
When he was contemplating these things he saw Daemon coming towards him with a smile & he knew that he has to maintain his calm because if you allow Daemon to take lead in any conversation then you can't get ahead again.