Rhaenyra and Daemon - Behind closed doors HOTD fanfiction

A furious Queen to be

Rhaenyra

My father gave me the great honor of believing that I could and should be Queen after him and named me his heir. The small council debated the matter but ultimately it was the Kings decision. The small council being scared of what kind of king Daemon would be, probably gave me some votes. I felt conflicted about a future as the ruler of Westeros, I never thought it would happen. I had tried to convince my father of Daemon's claim to the throne but he wouldn't hear of it.

I wanted to talk to Daemon, and explain that it wasn't my own choice to be named heir, knowing he would be angry and disappointed but he was nowhere to be found. I went to the dragon stables only to find Caraxes gone. The castle gossip told me Daemon had argued with my father in the throne room and immediately after left King's Landing. That news almost drew me to the ground. He left me without a goodbye or even a letter to me. How could he kiss me like that, say those words, and then leave me without a word?

I didn't want to ask my father what had happened between him and Daemon. I'm sure he would have answered me but I didn't want him to know how much I cared for Daemon, not now when they were at odds with each other. I was mad because these new circumstances made me realize that my father hadn't chosen me, he had scorned Daemon, and I was all he got. For now.

But I had to put all that anger away because all the heads of the great houses were coming to swear their fielty to me as heir to the Iron throne. It was a tedious procedure and I felt conflicted about becoming Queen someday. All I wanted to do was to climb on top of Syrax and fly to wherever Daemon was. I wanted to let him know what an asshole he was, leaving me here without a word. Must be that stupid male pride of his, not being the heir anymore. Anyways, I got through the heir naming procedure with my wits intact.

A few months later, the small council got some disturbing news about Daemon. When I heard what he'd done I had to summon every ounce of self-control, not to show my feelings to the whole room. Daemon was was at Dragonstone, my stronghold, and had sent word he was getting married, a second time. His wife-to-be was supposedly pregnant and worst of all: he had stolen my deceased brother's dragon egg. Probably to follow our Targaryen traditions of putting an egg in the baby's crib. The audacity of that man! Maybe my father was right, maybe we couldn't trust him. I couldn't show my rage in front of the small council, but I could make a suggestion that would make it possible for me to confront him.

"Why don't we send dragon riders to retrieve the egg? It would be a strong show of force."
But of course, they turned me down, saying it would be too dangerous for the heir. That made me even more furious than I was with Daemon's behavior. No matter what stupid thing he had done, he always listened to me, in a way no other man ever did.