COME ON! WHO ACTUALLY BELIEVES THEY'LL BE THROWN INTO A FICTIONAL UNIVERSE? Who actually gets thrown into one?! Maggie apparently. As the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laenys Velaryon she had a duty.
A DUTY TO END THE WAR THAT WAS THE BEGINNING...
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──── latewinter 114 AC — episode 2
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DAEMON TARGARYEN
AFTER DAEMON HAD FORCED LAENYS' HAND TO LEAVE KINGS LANDING SHE HAD BEEN SULLEN EVEN WITH THE GROWING ADDITION IN HER STOMACH. Without her parents, siblings, or Rhaenyra and Alicent she had no company but that of her brooding husband and their dragons.
He had decided to take them to Dragonstone with no permission and she had not known he had not had permission until she was too far along to travel. Nevertheless, she had taken it upon herself to write everyone as much as she could and even more so after she had given birth to Shaenya.
It was as if Laenys had known she was fading because she had refused to let the wet nurses take Shaenya and did everything with her daughter just to see her little smile and her beautiful eyes stare at her.
It had been a week since the birth and Laenys had only grown worse. She could no longer walk and she could hardly keep food down but the maesters could not figure out what was wrong with her and Daemon grew more worried by the day.
He watched her like a hawk every chance he got and Laenys had grown tired of it but he had a reason. Laenys had a fever, chills and she was very pale and she was bleeding very consistently. She was also in constant pain.
She was also thinning very quickly from her refusal to eat, she was withering away in front of him and he could do nothing about it. She also would not let him hold Shaenya in fear that he would take her away.
Shaenya laid in the cradle next to the bed Laenys was laying on as she was writing. She had also taken to writing a lot, every free second she got. Daemon didn't know why but he had a feeling it meant a lot to her.
Daemon had a tray of food as he walked into the room, "Laenys it is time to eat."
Laenys looked up and had blood dripping from her nose yet she had refused to stop writing.
"I am not hungry, Daemon, I must finish this."
"Please eat. How else do you expect to be able to feed Shaenya?"
That seemed to catch her attention as she sighed and reluctantly dropped her quill and shoved her it and the paper aside on the bed.
