A/N: i apologize for the long wait, i have been very sick, and i cannot bring my dumb mind to brainstorm this chapter within just two days, i have planned it out and it didnt work, its a lil bit short bc im saving some for the fourteenth part hehe
She hates the way she is prepared; the way her hair is styled and made to walk in the most ridiculous dress suggested by the queen of course.
Her father's words echo inside her head despite the noise amidst the crowd in front of their dinner table.
"The responsibility I have handed to you, the burden of this knowledge..." The King's voice drops into a whisper, holding Aenar Targaryen's dagger.
"It is larger than the throne, it is larger than me."
Her love for him is larger than anything else.
"It is larger than you...and your desires."
She swallows as if she ate the words he said, trying not to look guilty in front of her father.
"The Old King would've disinherited you."
"For a lie? For a slander that your queen claims? You've yet to ask me for the truth of what happened."
In front of her, she saw him, refusing to believe her.
"The truth doesn't matter, Rhaenyra."
"But If I were born a man I could father a dozen bastards and bed whomever I wanted."
She defiantly said, her voice raising as soon as her father came closer.
"Yes, you're right." He rasps. " But you were born a woman."
He firmly said to her. "Your courtship is at an end, you will marry Laenor Velaryon, and you will do so without protest."
Hearing this, she couldn't help but feel her heart break, but didn't let her tears slip away.
She sighs as she ends their discussion in obedience.
But deep down, she knows that Daemon will find a way to smuggle her out of this.
"Congratulations, Princess." Her eyes swiftly advert to the Lannisters, bowing in respect as she takes in the presence of Jason.
He offers to take her hand, but Rhaenyra does not move. Viserys chuckles in his seat, pretending to be amused and nudges her knee underneath them.
"Glad to see you all again-"
"Except you," The Princess cuts him
off, her eyes piercing on the man that once proposed to her.
"Strutting like a fine man, wished he looked like one."
Hearing her, Jason glared, eyes narrowing.
"Then tried to lure me to be his wife but failed, stating that he can father dragons."
Everyone in the room paused as they heard her, him receiving awkward glances, but still, he stubbornly replies.
If Daemon were here, Gods know where-
"And this is how our future queen
converses with the one of the most beloved lords of Westeros?"
He steps closer to the table, the atmosphere tenses between them. Jason would stop at nothing, but his insides quivered when he hears her again.
"Yes, you can father anything. But with you insulting the heir to the Iron Throne, let me speak to you, plainly."
She leans back on her seat as everyone exchange looks at their heated conversation.
"Only a dragon can father more dragons. A lion cannot, and you will
fucking not."
Viserys held her hand firmly, signaling her to stop as they witnessed Jason stepping away and still bowing in respect to the King, but his eyes bore into hers as he is humiliated because of his arrogance for the first time.
"Rhaenyra..."
She's had enough, and cannot receive more guests that flooded the throne room.
"Carry on with your speech, that Lannister cun-"
The room falls silent as she sees her.
Instead of donning one of the dresses Viserys had chosen for her, she descended upon the steps, her velvet green dress dramatically caught the eyes of those who are envious enough to wear it.
She tries to walk like a queen, circling around their table before stopping to place a gentle kiss on her husband's cheek, her gaze fixated on the Princess.
"Congratulations, stepdaughter."
She says, giving her a fake grin.
"What a blessing this is for you."
Rhaenyra did not have to contemplate for she knew she's pretending in front of everyone, and she didn't care anymore.
As her father continues his speech, she anxiously shifts in her seat, occasionally looking around to see if Daemon would arrive.
He wouldn't miss this, it is entirely impossible that he had not heard about this.
"Any sign of him?" She hears her betrothed, also uneasy beside her.
"No, but I'll make sure he arrives
before you can even blink, I mean he's just preparing to look good for the both of us."
"Seven hells..." Rhaenyra chuckles softly as she hears him curse, straightening up in his seat before downing his glass.
"Waiting for someone?" They heard Alicent, standing up to take her husband's seat, audaciously taking a seat beside Rhaenyra.
Laenor looks away, staying away from the Queen's sight so that she didn't have a choice but focus on Rhaenyra.
"We do not have to say anything to you, Your Grace."
"Oh, but you do." She replies, eyeing her up and down as she recalls the past encounter they had in the Godswood.
"I am certain you can explain how the both of you still managed to be betrothed despite the events that have happened. This celebration is entirely impossible to even happen."
This little bitc-
"I'm sure you would also like to share about how you are being used and fucked like a common-"
"You are speaking to the Queen, Rhaenyra." Alicent reminds her, her voice firmer than it was moments ago.
"And you are speaking to the one and only heir, Your Grace."
She averts her eyes from her and slowly rises from her seat. "Ser Laenor and I can choose to report you to the king, such vile insults were levied against us."
She came closer as she towers above her seated figure. "I am to inherit the Iron Throne, Your Grace. This is the highest of treasons."
With that, Laenor chuckles quietly as
she leaves, thanking her quietly, with Alicent regretting her words and for going too far.
Hell, she can't even speak like a Queen in Rhaenyra's point of view. And there she remained seated, awkwardly for the rest of the evening.
She wastes no time and begins to search for him, taking off her shoes, her feet hurting.
Has he heard? It is entirely impossible for him not to have heard of it.
It was publicly announced, her mind
yells, he should be here to smuggle her out of this, to fight for her.
Her mind is in turmoil when she has searched everywhere, but came to realize that he never really came.
He never came to...to stop this.
"There you are." She sees her father in the hallway, coming towards her.
" What did you do?"
Viserys stops in his tracks as he heard her voice cracks, adrenaline
coursing in her veins, she knew that her father had something to do with this.
They were silent as they exchanged looks, then she moved quickly, descending onto the steps, her father struggling to catch up to her.
"Rhaenyra!"
Viserys yells, struggling to grab a hold of her as she sprints faster.
Her dress got all muddy once she reaches the dragonpit, the keepers moving aside to let her claim Syrax, then scanning the other cave, the cave where Caraxes sleeps, finding it empty.
She knew something was wrong. She mounted Syrax quickly, purposely ignoring the King from below as her dragon soars high into the sky.
It did not take long until for them to reach Dragonstone and find the Blood Wyrm, seeming he was about to depart, given the crates attached to him.
Her heart starts to beat faster as she runs into the castle, cursing as her dress drags onto the floor, delaying her from getting up the stairs.
As she tirelessly steps into a room, there she finds him, slightly coated with darkness as night creeps in.
"Uncle?"
When he hears her broken voice, it brings him back from the moment she begged him not to leave, crying ceaselessly as he restrains himself from touching her.
And this made him turn towards her.
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A/N: i included a canon rumour from the book and it did not make it in the show, and made Rhae Rhae roast someone here 💀
He could not stand there any longer, wincing at the sight of what he claimed to be a lie, unable to walk inside.
He refuses to believe it; that this is the man his daughter wanted.
He knew it, and he could not bear to witness them.
His emotions overwhelmed him, and he knew he had to leave.
The thought of engaging with the situation was too much for him to bear.
The Prince's eyes catch him as flees, Daemon's own fear growing within him.
He knew his brother's heart would shatter, but his pride still reigns.
His plans have not changed, he will finally ask for her hand in order to get them both what they wanted so much and no one and nothing matters; once he will get what he always longed for, at the same time however, his guilt has already devoured him whole.
As she walks past them, their conversation dies down, bowing in respect before gossiping again.
They are possibly faking it, her mind roars as she continues to stride faster, mumbling quietly under her breath on why Alicent requested to meet her in the Godswood at once.
Truth is she didn't care about it. Let them whisper, her inner voice said, sighing before opening the door leading to the Godswood.
She sees Alicent, dramatically turning around,donning the colors of her house.
So, this is the Queen? The one who squeezed out a boy just to supplant her?
What a pathetic cu-
" What has happened, Rhaenyra?"
Oh, how dare she.
She hardly knows anything about them.
"What do you mean?"
She hated the way her mouth quivers when she hears her again.
"My father has made worrying allegations about you."
Because it was all true, and she regrets nothing.
"What is it that you all worry about?"
The Princess walks closer, maintaining a close distance as she circles about the small area around them.
"That I have chosen to spend days in Dragonstone? That I have been with my Uncle for too long?"
"Because you let him fuck you."
Silence reigned shortly before Rhaenyra replied.
"This is a vile accusation." She scoffs, already fed up at the sight before her.
"Is it? You Targaryens do have queer customs. "
"Who made these claims to you, Your Grace?"
She mocks, the flame visible in her eyes that Alicent could almost see it.
"See? You could not answer. I guessed you have heard it from your father, he never gets tired of spreading such odious gossip."
"It is no gossip and he reported it to the King,I overheard."
The Queen pushed, trying to make her face the truth.
"So, you are accusing me of slanders, Your Grace? "
Yet again,the Princess speaks defiantly, concealing the cold truth as much as possible.
"I am the Realm's Princess. To question my virtue is an act of treason."
"No." Alicent objects firmly like a Queen, and Rhaenyra's eyes horridly bore into hers, fed up by her presence.
"Daemon certainly knows no limit."
And that's when Rhaenyra's eyes pierce more into hers.
"Why are you overly concerned as if you were his wife?"
She asks innocently, searching the Queen's eyes for an answer.
Alicent could not deny it.
As soon as the moon reached its place, Alicent stood inside his room, fulfilling Daemon's wish.
He had asked for her presence, and she couldn't help but wonder why he asked for her to join him this evening, especially at this late hour.
"My Prince," She greeted him coyly, watching him close the doors of his room behind them.
She innocently batted her lashes as he peered in front of her.
"I have noticed the way you look at me, Alicent," He says, his mouth dangerously moved towards her slender neck, nibbling at her flesh and chuckling when her head falls back from the pleasure his mouth had made.
" My prince..." She tries to pull away, but lets him consume her despite her plea.
"I despise your father, "
He seduces, whispering in her ear, turning her around swiftly, and bent her onto a table, ripping her dress off and roughly touched her aching skin.
"But I cannot hate you. You are just a sweet, innocent thing, and I want you to feel me inside of you."
She could not hold back her moans as he fucked her like she was common.
And when he finally claimed her, and that's when she started to foolishly fall for him.
It was a gossip that her father refused to believe at first.
"Did you honestly believe I was clueless? That is precisely why your father holds such animosity towards him." The Princess sarcastically says as if she tears her apart.
"It was a long time ago, Rhaenyra, it does not matter now,"
"It happened anyway, he used you and you let him. It was a proven tale."
Alicent could not blink, cold guilt washing her all over, hearing the words Rhaenyra fired back.
It was all true.
"Sadly, I am not the princess who whored her way here just after making Dragonstone a pleasure house."
She cleverly said, despite seeing her erupting nearly in front of her.
But Rhaenyra didn't let those words affect her.
"Daemon never touched me." She says, concealing the cold truth despite Alicent's accusation.
"Besides, my father would not let anything disrupt my reputation, because I am to inherit the Iron Throne."
She responds yet again, boldly challenging her.
"You and your ambitious father are adept in making such tales, so do as much as you like."
As she prepares to leave, she turns to her, this time, her words hit her like cold bricks.
"It did not happen and Daemon did not fuck me like a common whore,"
The Queen can barely stand, taking in her words as her insides crumble.
"And if he does, he will certainly never fuck me like one."
She taunts her, and smiles as she makes her way back to the Keep.
"Your Grace."
It was not long before Daemon himself was summoned; the guards pulling him to his feet, harshly bringing him to kneel before the King.
Viserys curses under his breath as soon as the guards left, leaving them behind as he observes his reckless younger brother.
The Prince drowned himself in liquor that night, but it was not strong enough to rinse it all, as he tries to forget everything.
But he could not bring himself to forget her.
And there he lies, drunk and miserable in front of him.
"My daughter, won't you even deny it?"
He did not change, and he still replies like the stubborn boy he was in his younger days.
"I need to understand the charge before I can discredit it-"
"You defiled her," Viserys hisses, giving him a painful kick right on the middle of his back.
"And still you say nothing."
Daemon looks up at him, his hooded eyes meeting his as he speaks again.
"What does it matter, brother..." He slurs.
"When we were Rhaenyra's age we fucked our way through most of the brothels on the Street of Silk.."
Of course, but they were young men.
"She is just a girl; your niece," The King said, frustratingly pacing around the room.
"Rhaenyra is a woman grown, better her first experience be with me than some whore." Daemon shifts, sitting up as he sleepily says.
"YOU FUCKING-"
He flinches as his brother lunges at him, grabbing his collar, his neck hurting from the sudden movement.
"You ruined her, what lord will wed her now in this condition?"
Despite the pain he felt on his neck, he manages to grasp his hands, holding them tightly as he begins to hiss back at him, his forehead vein popping up, as the flames within their eyes become more visible than ever.
"Who gives a fuck at what some lord thinks? You are the dragon, your word is truth and law."
Viserys held him tighter, bringing him closer.
"I have spent a lifetime defending you, and your heart is even blacker than I thought."
He lets go of him, unable to stand his presence as Daemon desperately mutters something under his breath.
"She is only a girl, Daemon. My only child."
Daemon looks up at him, unsure of what he is about to say before decides to confess.
"I love her, Brother."
He says sincerely, clear and true.
The moment he said that, it seems like time stopped, he had heard him say that before.
Rhaenyra was just a babe, nine months old, with Aemma gently handing her to him.
It was the very first time he held her in his arms, and Viserys could not help but melt with Aemma at the sight of them.
"I love her, Viserys."
With that, he gives him the hardest blow, knocking him down; it didn't hurt him physically, he is used to it, but his heart shatters the moment he realizes that he drives them apart even more.
"I trusted you, Daemon. I trusted you with all my life."
His brother said, choking up as he watched him rise, towering over him, the Rogue Prince more desperate than ever, desperate enough to do anything he can so that may claim what he wanted.
"Then wed her to me," He impetuously said, his ambitious self emerging despite all of his guilt.
"When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything, I want
Rhaenyra."
Viserys could not believe his ears as he takes that all in. His brother is a fool, thinking that he could claim her so easily.
"I will take her as she is like Aegon did with his sisters."
The dagger cuts his throat a little as soon as Viserys unsheathes it, a small scratch cutting off the skin under his neck.
"You are no fucking conqueror; you are a plague, sent to destroy me,"
Despite his brother's anger, he still manages to piss him off even more.
"Give me Rhaenyra to me to take to wife, and we will return the House of The Dragon to its proper glory."
Furiously, he grabs a handful of his collar, for he got offended that he didn't fully embody a Targaryen, but his brother did.
But he is only a man, and he is going to protect Rhaenyra at all costs.
"It is not my daughter you lust for is it? It's my throne, you've only ever dreamed of claiming it ever since."
He releases him shortly after, making his frail body land on the concrete floor, earning a painful grunt from him.
"Whore your fucking way out of here, it matters not to me, and if you lay a hand on her again, I will kill you myself."
With that, he left him in there, numb, and his neck spraining from the impact his brother had caused.
Daemon's heart hardened, regretting everything he had done.
He just drove them apart even more, their house crumbling into pieces as he realizes that he never wanted the Iron Throne all along.
He thought he knew what he longed for, he thought he knew exactly what he wanted.
The Rogue Prince closes his eyes shut, realizing that it was her all this time.
She was the one he longed for, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the one he loved ever since she came out of this world.
Yet, ambition has driven him into corrupting her in the most horrible way possible, just so Viserys would give her to him.
As guilt begins to consume him again, he collapses before the Iron Throne itself, feeling its power loom over him as he crumbles underneath the weight of its desires.
For he has flown too close to the sun.
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