So many ifs, ser ... had any one come out differently, it could all have turned t'other way. Then we would be called the loyalists, and the red dragons would be remembered as men who fought to keep the usurper Daeron the Falseborn upon his stolen throne, and failed.
-Eustace Osgrey
The bustling of the court put Daeron at ease. His Kingdom was stable, and at peace that was all he asked for. While he could not bring himself to hate his father he found his way of ruling deplorable. As he sat on the Throne, his mind wondered to what his half-brother Daemon was doing. He and his brother never spoke much these days, he hoped to see him again. He looked down to Brynden who stood next to the Throne, his mind then wondered to Aegor who he tried to keep a room distance apart from Brynden. While his realm was at peace, his family was not. Daeron smiled though, for the differences he shared with them he still loved them.
Brynden looked up to Daeron who nodded, which caused Brynden to speak. "His Grace will now see to you, please form a line and your issues will be addressed. After Bloodraven spoke, a young farmer peasant was the first to approach. He wore nothing but rags and in his hands was a bag.
"What do you require, I will do all that I can." Daeron spoke to the commonman.
"Your grace, the Dornish they have killed my cattle. Is it enough that they make their presence in this hall but they continue to torture us in the Marches! I-" the man spoke before being cut off by Bloodraven positioning to two Goldcloaks to come near him.
This caused Daeron to stand up, "Brynden that will not be necessary. Now, you say that the Dornish are the ones attacking your land?" Daeron spoke as he walked down the massive Throne.
"Yes, your Grace."
"Did you see any way that would identify them as Dornish?"
"No, your Grace."
"I will have some men investigate these attacks, however I highly doubt our good friends from Dorne would do such a thing. I will also write to Maron Martell in the mean time." Daeron spoke, and moved the Goldcloaks away. Daeron placed his hand on the commonman's shoulder. "These attacks will stop, I assure you." Daeron then returned to his Throne and sat while the man was escorted out.
The next person would approach, and the system would resume. However, Daeron wondered who these bandits were and why they would attack anyone.