Daenys Targaryen despised her name. She hated that she had inherited the Targaryen traits instead of the Royce looks from her mother. She hated everything that reminded her of her father.
Her father cursed her life forever- and she would never forg...
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RHEA ROYCE HAD NEVER BEEN A GREAT BEAUTY WHERE THE BARDS WOULD MAKE AND SING SONGS TO. She was plain, dark haired and definitely not to her husbands tastes. Her husband liked the Targaryen traits from his family. She wondered if he would've liked her when she was as old and had white hair. That all would've been too amusing for Rhea.
There was no love lost between the wife and the husband— they despised each other. Rhea could not put her finger on how much she actually despised him. But she was sure that if she heard of him taking any mistresses or fathering bastards, she would not care. She would not feel sadness, nor anger, nor loneliness. Simply nothing.
The only feelings she did have for Daemon was despise and anger, nothing more. She was sure those feelings were returned on his part.
Two and ten years had passed from the day they declared each other man and wife, and people had taken no mercy in calling her barren. Rhea did not care however, but she had felt the anger run from her body when she would see their pitying glances at her. The only thing they should pity her for was still being married to Daemon.
But a drunken night with many drunken words and acts done— they finally managed to convince a child. That night had been filled with screams, slaps, beatings, and Rhea took it all in. But Rhea took pride by knowing that she was just as fierce and returned the favor to her dear husband.
It hadn't mattered when Daemon pushed into her so roughly she had fell on the floor. She needed that. She needed to be kept remembered of who her husband actually was. He was a monster. So she did not utter a single tear or whimper. She did not beg for him to stop or slow down. No. She would never give him that satisfaction.
Alas, a child was conceived.
A daughter with shiny silver hair and hauntingly purple eyes. There was no doubts of who her father was. And thus, every heed of theirs for annulment, forgotten. She cursed herself for this, but she could never regret her daughter.
She could've sworn she even saw Daemon smile at her when she placed their daughter in his arms. He had chuckled as their daughter fisted his finger in her small hand.
"Daenys." Daemon had whispered.
However, a daughter was no son. Thus Daemon was still left unsatisfied.
Rhea did not care however. She knew that Daenys would be the only child they would have from their marriage, so Rhea declared her her heir of Runestone. Let Daemon fuck his Velaryon whores and have bastard sons. She would have her daughter for herself.
Rhea Royce was a fierce woman. And she would not ever lower herself to a man. Especially not to Daemon Targaryen.
