Champagne Problems | Daemon Targaryen

01.

Riella

"Good morning, princess," my father says as he runs into my bedroom, followed by my mother. "Happy birthday!"

I sit up excitedly and they both engulf me in a tight hug.

"How is my little girl 10 years old already?" My mother says as she strokes my hair.

—

Papa's body is cold now.

I don't care, I'll lie here until I die. His blood covers my pretty pink dress. My arms are sling around his dead body.

I squeeze my eyes shut, he smells like death. I won't leave him. He may still come back yet. Some witches have been known to bring people back from the dead.

Maybe they'd bring him back.

But for now I lay with my head cradled into his body, his beaten and destroyed body.

My heart aches and I'm sobbing into his chest, struggling to breathe and choking on my own tears.

It hurts so much.
—

Above the clouds the world looks innocent. Kings Landing looks beautiful almost. The truth is far from innocent. I know that all too well.

As Rhexa flies over head, I lean past her shoulder and look at the world below. When being around them get too much, I come up to the skies.

Flying gives me a relief. It's like a cold pitcher of water on a summers day.

But all good things must come to end and as the bell rolls 5 o' clock I know that I've been out for far too long. So we fly back down to the keep.

As always they watch me. These days everyone seems to watch my every move. That's fine, I'll let them.

I pet Rhexa for a moment and when I turn around a servant is standing, waiting.

"Lady Riella," she says hesitantly. "The king has asked for you." I nod before walking into the castle, taking off my gloves in the process.

I stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone watches me. They all look at me with disdain and disrespect. Viserys never reprimands them. He lets me face this humiliation day after day.

As I reach the Kings chambers I hear Otto. I hate that man.

"There are rumours that Riella has a huge following, all across the seven kingdoms," Otto says. I press my head against the door and listen in.

"Riella was a child," Viserys says. "She doesn't remember her family, she doesn't remember any of it. She is no threat to us. But alas, giving her a guard doesn't seem like the worst idea. Someone to keep an eye on her and report back to us."

I step away. So this is why Viserys called me in. He wants to give me a guard. To watch me. To keep a fucking eye on me. He doesn't trust me. I step back again and crash into someone. When I turn around a guard I haven't seen before looking briefly at me then looks away almost immediately.

What do they tell them? Oh yes, don't make eye contact with the traitor princess.

I look up at him, he's much taller then me, he's clenching his jaw and I finally look to the side before stepping away. I lean against the wall and he stands opposite the door.