𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺,
𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍
" Wed her to me. "
" What? "
" When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Daenera. I want to love her the way she loves me - the way we've alw...
CHAPTER TWENTY. The True Dragon of The Seven Kingdoms.
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"IT'S NO EASY THING FOR A MAN TO BE A DRAGONSLAYER. But dragons can kill dragons. And have. The simple truth is this: we have more dragons than Aegon." Daemon had continued his plan to convince Daenera into adding dragons into the war — herself still wary. Daenera's love for dragons had not gone hidden. The imagination of incorporating them into a catastrophic thing like war uncomfortably irked her.
"Dragons are not something to tamper with, especially with war, Daemon. If we were to involve the beasts — life as we know it could end. Their shortened tempers will not mesh well with blood and injuries. This is a battle we have to fight with our own hands." Daenera suggestively stared at her husband, his obvious irritation being shown throughout his body stance. "I do not wish to rule over bodies and ash. My father did not crown me as heir for me to bury Westeros with him."
Daemon's defining furious stare settled directly onto Daenera, the tension between the two heavier than a cascading rough waterfall. "The enemy have declared war, Daenera. You are in the means of telling me you want to set up some sort of childish play? You believe that'll win you the Throne?"
"I did not say that, Daemon." Daenera's voice had drastically changed, becoming stern and fierce. "I am thinking of our lives. I am thinking in the way my father wanted me to think."
"Your father is dead, Daenera." Daemon shouted, standing sulk in front of the flaming pit of fire. "You cannot rely on his words anymore. This is war, Daenera. Fucking war that will cost lives no matter what. Do not think with your heart, think with your head." Daemon's tone dialled Daenera's infuriation, her defeated stare grimacing into a glare.
"Clear the room." She commanded wistfully, striding towards her husband in haste. "You are losing your head over this war, Daemon." She snarled.
"Are you not angry?"
"Angry? Am I angry? Of course, I am fucking angry, Daemon! But in such drastic measures like these, I am thinking about our children — your children. I will not dare put their lives to risk over a feud between Aegon and I, especially when I have yet to speak to Aegon or Alicent myself."
"It is your duty as Queen to crush the rebellion."
"I will not break such an oath I had promised my father — something I had promised Rhaenyra. Engaging in a war that involves dragons will not end in our favour. The Song of Ice and Fire. My father would have never shown me such a thing if he had not trusted me with that information. I will not break his trust, whether he is here to witness it or not."
"The coming war against the darkness in the North, The Conquerers dream. Father had shared it with me when he had named me heir." Daenera bluntly spoke, in the thought Daemon was aware of the hidden tale.
