Drama Queen // Otto Hightower // Thea Queen

17. Enjoy The Show?

'What happened last night?' Alicent questioned when Rhaenyra found her

'What do you mean?'

'My father has made some worrying allegations about you. Were you with your uncle?'

'Oh, I...' Rhaenyra couldn't help but chuckle. 'I haven't seen him in years. He took me into the city for some fun.'

'Tell me the whole of it, Rhaenyra.' Alicent demanded

'Your father accused me of something. That I drank wine? Left the castle after dark?' Rhaenyra mused

'That you fսckеd Daemon in a pleasure house.'

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"Official Hand business." Otto offered holding her closer. "I hated to leave you. I can spent all morning making it up to you." He offered kissing along her shoulder again. Thea smiled back at him and Otto thought just maybe they were going to be okay.

"Official hand business?" Thea laughed out. "That sounds like you were giving hand jobs." Otto choked on his tongue pulling her closer. 

"Sometimes I forget how young you are." Otto remarked softly. 

"Can't handle me, honey I told you I got some young energy." Thea remarked. 

"That you do." Otto agreed. "Keep me on my toes, it will be good for me." Thea smiled staring back at him, he was handsome, he was sweet, maybe this wouldnt be terrible. He saw her staring and kissed her. She hummed leaning into his touch.

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'This is a vile accusation.' Rhaenyra shouted back at Alicent.

'Is it? You Targaryen's do have queer customs. And Daemon certainly knows no limit.' Alicent countered.

'Alicent... Your Grace, sister, you must know I would, I would never. You cannot believe such gossip.' Rhaenyra countered

'My father is no gossip.'

'Well, certainly he's been misled. He could not have witnessed such a thing.'

'Why not?' Alicent retorted.

'Because it did not happen.' Rhaenyra declared. "Ask lady Thea she walked me back!"

'He was told that you...'

'Told? Who made these claims to your father?' Rhaenyra asked her anger growing as Alicent scoffed 'I am the Princess. To... To question my virtue is an act of treason.' Thea would not have made up lies about her. No never. They were friends unlike Rhaenyra and Alicent.

'I do not know specifically...'

'What, your father did not tell you?' Rhaenyra spat.

'He reported it to the King. I overheard.' She admitted softly

'So you are accusing me of slanders... you overheard?'

'I only want to help you, Rhaenyra.' Alicent assured she had just gotten her friend back and now these accusations were going to tear them apart. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut but she couldn't not when word of Rhaenyras fun was stirring up trouble.

'Okay, we... we drank in a tavern. Several... taverns.' Rhaenyra admitted 'It was getting late... and I asked to go home. But Daemon wished to continue. As he was my escort, I had no real choice.' Rhaenyra lied.

"Continue" Alicent shouted '... in a brоthеl?'

'He took me to a show. I... I was only a spectator. I didn't do anything.' Rhaenyra assured 'And then Daemon sank into his cups and, uh... abandoned me for some whοre. I should've known better. But Lady Thea your new mother found me after she was having some fun in the lower town too with her family." Rhaenyra added. "She walked me back!"

'So you did not?'

'Must I truly refute that? Daemon never touched me. Okay, I swear this to you upon the memory of my mother.' Rhaenyra told her defensively. Alicent should have spoken to her father and thea first she supposed but she was so angry and confused thought better to go right to the source.

'It was foolish of you to place yourself in a position where your virtue could even come into question. The King has strived to find you a good match. And so have I. If that lord were to think that you had been... sullied... it would ruin everything.' Alicent reminded her.

'I know... Your Grace. I regret it.' Rhaenyra regret nothing, nothing, Alicent could choke for all she cared. SHe was just holding and coveting Rhaenyra's crown after all.

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'The King demands an audience, my Prince.'

'Take your fսcking hands off me.' Daemon demanded as he was grabbed he grumbled the whole way to the throne room where he was thrown down. Daemon heard the door slam shut and Viserys shoes slapping aggressively against the ground, he looked up to his brother from the floor.

'My daughter." Viserys shouted kicking daemon, he groaned from the ground in pain. 'Won't you even deny it?'  Daemon coughed clearing his throat.

'I need to understand the charge before I can attempt to discredit it.' He said offering a charming smile.

'You defiled her.' Viserys shouted kicking him again, again Daemon groaned in pain clutching at his stomach.

'Still, you say nothing.' Viserys shouted down at him.

'Oh, what does it matter, brother? When we were Rhaenyra's age, we fսckеd our way through most of the brоthеls on the Street of Silk.' Daemon countered

'We were young men. She is just a girl. Your niece!'

'Rhaenyra's a woman-grown. Better her first experience be with me than some whοre.' Daemon mused

'You fսcking...' he kicked Daemon again 'You have ruined her! What lord will wed her now? In this condition?'

'Who gives a fսck what some lord thinks? You are the dragon. Your word is truth and law.' Daemon reminded him.

'I have spent a lifetime defending you. But your heart is even blacker than I thought. I should disinherit her as I already did you and be done with it.'

'Wed her to me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra. I'll take her as she is, and wed her in the tradition of our house.' Daemon offered and Viserys couldn't help but chuckle, he was not that stupid.

"Shhh!" Tommy hushed. 

"I didnt say anything." Oliver corrected. 

"Listen, Daemon is getting his ass kicked by old man Viserys." Tommy stifled a laugh. Oliver peered through the crack in the door. 

'You are already wed.' Viserys reminded him

'That didn't stop Aegon the Conqueror from taking a second wife.' Daemon offered

'You are no conqueror. You are a plague... sent to destroy me.' Viserys spat and Tommy gave a silent round of applause. 

"He will forgive him, he always does." Oliver whispered. 

'Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife and we will return the House of the Dragon to its proper glory.'

'Of course. It's not my daughter you lust for, is it? It's my throne. Go back to the Vale, Daemon, to your lawful wife. Strive to restore whatever scrap of honor remains in you. Or don't. Matters not to me. As long as you are gone from my sight for good.'

'As you wish, brother.' Daemon said getting up and heading out. Daemon faltered as he looked to Oliver and Tommy. "Enjoy the show?"

"It was great, should have brought pop corn."