You fool,” was the first thing Rhaegar said to his grieving wife after they lost their child. Thankfully Daenerys was no longer the sensitive sort. She did not respond to him, which resulted in Rhaegar continuing with his insults. “You should have known not to trust the witch.”
“You seemed fine with her when she first came to court,” Daenerys retorted, just as heatedly. “When she was all flattery and compliments. You did not see her as a threat then either!”
“No. But then again I did not allow her to paint my pregnant stomach with the blood of a criminal!”
Daenerys pressed her lips together firmly. She had no answer to that. Feeling tears in her eyes, Daenerys turned away from Rhaegar and faced the mirror of her dressing table. Behind her, she heard Rhaegar sigh and sit down on their bed. That was more like him. Rhaegar had never been hot-tempered. He was gloomy and brooding and selfish, Stupid, but never cruel with words.
“I’m sorry.” he said
“You are forgiven,” Daenerys replied immediately, blinking away the tears in her eyes.
Rhaegar sighed again. “Father wishes to burn her tomorrow night in the throne room. A public affair, of course.”
“I wish to burn the children with her.”
“Daenerys...” Rhaegar trailed off, uncertain, giving her a warning look.
“It must be done,” Daenerys stated, with all the authority of the true crown princess she had turned into overnight. “It must be done. With fire and blood it will be done.
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The Rise of Daenerys Targaryen
FanfictionDaenerys Targaryen is born twenty years earlier and it changes everything. Begrudgingly married to her brother Prince Rhaegar at age thirteen, Daenerys not only births heirs of the Iron Throne, but dragons as well. When Rhaegar runs away with Lyanna...
