The room was silent as Amon stood stunned by what he could see.
Ser Cole recovered from Amon's shuv. He looked at the room, then at Rhaenyra, and then at Nima. Instantly, he drew his sword and tried to charge at Nima.
Although his relationship with Rhaenyra was as good as dead after her humiliation of him, he still had the duty of protecting the royal family and the heir.
Cole only managed just a few steps before Amon's grip at the back of Cole's armour caused the man to halt and scream.
The servants beyond the doorway drew in a single breath, sharp and helpless, as Amon moved. He reached Cole in one stride and lifted him with one arm, his hand closing around the white Kingsguard armour at the nape.
The metal shrieked as his fingers tightened, plates folding inward as if made of paper rather than steel.
Cole left the ground at once, boots scraping for purchase that never came, his body rising until his feet kicked at empty air. Amon held him there, arm locked, the weight of a grown knight borne without visible strain.
Cole's breath fled him in a hoarse sound, his chin snapping back as the pressure of the crushed cuirass drove into his nape. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause on that suspension, knight dangling, armour failing, witnesses frozen. Then Amon brought him down. He drove Cole into the stone with a clean, merciless motion, the impact cracking through the hall and scattering dust from the mortar as Cole struck and lay still.
The whole room grew quiet, except for Coles's coughing as blood began flowing from his mouth.
His sword scattered on the floor as all eyes locked onto Amon.
"Stop!" A voice came first as Viserys came running.
Ser Harrold arrived just behind the king, and with him a group of gold clocks who together began fanning away servants.
Ser Harrold, along with Viserys, was awe-struck as they looked upon the unconscious Cole with an obvious grip mark where the nape of his armour bent.
Rhaenyra, seeing her father's arrival, quickly dropped the curtain pole and ran into his arms.
"What is the Meaning Of this?" Viserys shouted, anger filling him.
Amon didn't look at his brother and instead began looking at Nima up and down.
"You look like shit", Amon spoke slowly as Nima began to gather herself. She let out a quiet laugh as she replied
"All thanks to that Brat"
Nima pointed with her finger towards Rhaenyra, who began to shed tears into her father's clothes.
"F-Father, I came in here, and that monster attacked me!" Rhaenyra cried
Viserys looked at his wounded daughter, then at Nima, who walked towards Amon. Viserys face dropped as he looked at Amon.
"What is she, Amon! Why does she have Horns!"
Amon didn't respond as his hands quickly explored Nima's body, detailing any damage with his gaze landing on the hole, which bore upon Nima's leg.
"She is my wife, Viserys"
Amon spoke low as he heard the footsteps of the others.
"That doesn't mean anything! She attacked Rhaenyra! My Daughter!"
Viserys spat out in anger. The whole ordeal from his view was clearly his innocent daughter being attacked.
Viserys overwelmhed by anger didnt know what he was saying until he finally spat out a simple insult. "This is just a ploy for you to be named king."
The room came to a standstill. Nima looked into Amon's eyes as she saw something that terrified her.
Rhaenyra became silent at her father's insult to her uncle as Viserys himself realised the stupidity of what he just said.
Amon spun on his heel as Nima tried to grasp at his hands, only to miss.
Amon, looking at his stubby brother, pissed; his short platinum Valyrian hair seemed to grow a mind of its own as it began twirling. His face, as pale as a ghost but majestic as an angel, grew with lines which deepened.
His eyes, once purple, began twirling in an inferno of black and red as Amon started to walk towards his brother.
Ser Harrold quickly stood in front of the two withhis hand resting upon his blade's handle, ready to strike.
"Do I look like Daemon brother?" Amon spat out as he looked at his younger brother.
"Do you think I would stoop so low as to take the life of my niece?"
"Do you know how foolish you sounded just then?"
Insult after insult began pouring from Amon's mouth as he looked at Ser Harrold standing between the two.
Viserys looked down, his fear when he was young thriving before the pride of being a king struck that fear, and Viserys looked at his older brother.
"I'am the king Amon, and your wife harmed the heir of the Seven Kingdoms!"
The two stared at each other as Amon signalled for Nima to come closer.
"Tell us what happened, Nima." Amon's voice was short and anger-filled as he locked onto his brother's eyes.
"I was simply resting when Rhaenyra came barging in and saw me without my veil." Nima began listing what happened before Rhaenyra broke from her father's embrace and yelled.
"She lies, Father!"
Rhaenyra's voice was broken as lizard-like tears flew from her eyes freely.
"SILENCE!" Amon roared as Ser Harrold took a step back, whilst his grip on his sword strenghtening preparing to strike at a moment's notice.
Viserys, Rhaenyra and Nima all flinched as a commotion came from outside.
"Amon whats happening?" Ronara, still with her veil on her face, came barging through the door.
Viserys turned to see blood dripping from the woman's hands before he began to inspect her. Only then did he see the pointy scale-like features of her hands and the grumpled bodies of the golden clocks outside.
Amon's eyes didn't flicker upwards but instead changed from Viserys to Harrolds as he moved faster than the Kingsguard could react.
A sound of metal tearing resounded as Ser Harrold collapsed upon the floor, blood flowing from his left side as his sword clattered and fell onto the floor.
Rhaenyra screamed at the display as Viserys looked back and saw Amon with his hands holding Ser Harrolds Kidney.
"AMON!" Viserys yelled, fear and anger overlapping as the previous pride of being king was pushed down.
Amon simply stared at the lever before dropping it under his boot and crushing it. Blood splattered everywhere as Rhaenyra looked away with Nima, secretly gasping at the display.
"Think wisely about what you're going to do next, brother," Amon spoke in a low, almost feral tone as his eyes and blood-stained hands locked onto Viserys.
Ronara, standing at the door, was shocked at what was happening before she was barged past by Tily and Lil,y who came running towards Nima.
Viserys froze as he watched the women move past him and began looking Nima up and down. Amon stared at his brother, his mind ticking on what to do.
"B-brother, I think we can calm this down?"
Viserys spoke, his voice broken with fear at the anger which could be seen clearly in his eldest brother's gaze. Fear of what Amon could do all those years ago, from lifting horses and killing people with a simple movement of the hand, once forgotten, began to resurface.
Amon breathed through his nose, with steam visually exiting as Amon turned back and spoke.
"Leave us."
With that, Viserys, with Rhaenyra within his grip, began to retreat as Ronara moved out of the way before Viserys turned his back, grabbed Rhaenyra's hand and took her away.
Ronara, along with Tina and Maera, walked into the room, inspected the scene as the guards with golden dragon-like armour with blood-stained weapons took up posts at the door, with one silently closing it behind the girls, and Amon as both swarmed Nima.
"Are you okay, love?"
Amon said as he placed a hand against her chin. Maera began inspecting the wound as Tily, with a blade near the hip, cut a piece of her hair.
"Lay down, Nima", Tily spoke as they all positioned Nima to the blood-soaked bed, where Tily began layering her cut hair upon the open and gaping wound on Nima's leg.
Nima's face, once quiet yet anger-filled, was struck with pain as blood flowed freely from cuts around her body and the gaping wound on her leg.
Amon stood clasping Nima's hand as Tily worked like a maester with centuries of experience with the wounded.
Something within him burned greatly as he replayed the scene of Nima cornered like a defenceless animal whist his niece with a sharp curtain rod tried to stab his wife.
- Viserys Bedroom -
"YOU STUPID GIRL!" Viserys roared as he shouted at Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra, battered and blood-covered, with her head down as she listened to her fathers rage filled tyrant.
Otto and Alicent stood outside the bedroom, although they couldn't arrive in time to see the fight. The rumours and talk among the common servants and guards spoke of Ser Harrold's death and the seeming battle between Amon's monster wife and Rhaenyra.
"What do you think father" Alicent spoke to Otto, who silently drank wine.
"I think Rhaenyra has put her position in jeopardy," Otto spoke slowly as Alicent listened tentatively.
"She has angered Amon greatly, and her father's outburst to his brother only seemed to weaken the bond which was cut during the great council of 101."
Otto spoke low before remaining silent as he watched his daughter organise the hints which he had given her.
"When you placed me in the ward to King Jaehaerys i met with Amon many times, and I, along with many, believed he was to be king."
Alicent spoke as she relived her earliest of memories whilst she was within the Red Keep under King Jaehaerys.
"Many believe he was to be king... And yet his brother was instead chosen. Did you ever wonder why, daughter?"
Otto spoke even lower as he positioned himself closer to Alicent's ear.
"Rumours around Amon being within the occult and the fear that he would be the next Aegon led to Jarhaerys fearing the seven kingdoms being rained by a maniac, was forced to choose the softer option... Viserys."[1]
Alicent gave a mass gasp as she began placing what she could remember of Amon and the policies of Former King Jaehaerys into place.
"So that's why the north and Dorne both submitted to him?" Alicent seemed to understand the message, looked at Otto, to whom he simply nodded his head.
"Dorne saw possible conflict and made arrangements, but ultimately submitted, which greatly shocked many. And the north is well... the north they believe in any two-bit story their old wives would tell."
Alicent took all the information in as the door to Viserys bedroom swung open with Rhaenyra crying as she stormed her way to her own bedroom.
(AN: btw the discord is active if you want to join, just check the Auxiliary chapters for the link)
[1] Aegon in like Aegon the Conqueror. You need to remember that Jaehaerys, or the 'old king', brought peace and would sacrifice massive amounts of Targaryen power to ensure the peace of the seven kingdoms, so his choosing Viserys over his warlike and occult older brother would be obvious.