Chapter 32.1- The Seadragon's Roar

I watched as Viserys stepped up to the Dias. He had decided to give Daemon a Valyrian funeral, despite objections from who seemed to be the High Septon of King’s Landing. I said seemed to be because there was only one true High Septon. The one out of Oldtown. Anyone pretending as to anything else was a clown with delusions of grandeur. Still, it was somewhat impressive that he managed to stand his ground on the matter. Even Jaehaerys had received a fusion funeral. He had been anointed in the oils as required by the Faith and the words had been said. The only distinction in his case was that his bod had been burned by Dragons at the end.

Daemon’s was different. For one, he was removed from the shroud at the beginning, and instead of being anointed by holy oils, his body was stripped naked. So his fire could ascend to the heavens as pure as possible. And then there was the tradition of the eldest family member saying a few words. In this case, Viserys.

“My brother was many things. He was passionate. He was prideful. He was focused, and he was ambitious. Sometimes, he could be more of these things than was proper, but that was par for the course. Daemon loved deeper and truer than any other I have had the pleasure of meeting. And-and while that burned him a few times— or burned me for that matter, I would not change it for anything. Go before me, my brother, my helper, my protector. Let the fires guide your way beneath Balerion’s wing, brother. R-rest easy. You did not deserve to go like this. You deserved a long life with children of your own, and I regret the part I played in denying you that. You might be gone, Daemon. But I swear to you by fire and blood that as long as I live, you shall not be forgotten” He said, before turning around and walking towards the body.

The knife he unsheathed glinted in the sunlight before he ran it down his palm, drawing blood that he allowed pour onto Daemon’s head, his chest, even onto his lips. Then he turned to us, and stepped aside. After him was Rhaenyra, and to her credit, the Princess only flinched a tiny bit when she ran the blade down her palm. Allicent had spurned the funeral in a move that had both impressed and worried me. It impressed me in that I hadn’t foreseen her having so much audacity, and it worried me in that the only way she would have so much of it would be if Viserys was even more spineless than expected when it came to family.

With no wife or other children here, the next was Mother. She walked forward, and to my shock, Viserys handed her the same Valyrian steel blade he and Rhaenyra had used. The blade that in another world would put an end to the Long Night for good. She accepted it, giving him a smile he returned before running it down her palm.