Before the union of Rhaenyra with Ser Laenor Velaryon, an event etched forever in memory took place when Daemon claimed Rhaenyra's innocence in the hidden corners of a brothel, planting a seed of life within the princess rightful to the Iron Throne...
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I'm not afraid anymore When you walk out the door and leave me torn You're teaching me to live without it Trigger Warning: Attempted R@pe
As Rhaella returned to the castle, she felt a shift in the air—almost like the bed of grass beneath the horse's feet was a richer green, and the castle appeared less as a prison. For the first time in a while, the world hadn't seemed too overpowering for the young girl. Yet, not even the thick, wide walls of the castle could barricade the rumors that would soon spread across House Targaryen.
With her hands twirling the lace cuffs on her wrists, Rhaella felt at ease. She waltzed through the castle doors with a bright smile across her delicate face as she smiled at each person that passed.
Behind a statue of a knight, there stood the awfully well-kept servant, Silas, who shifted his gaze from Rhaella to the Targaryen portraits on the walls.
The princess laughed, stopping in front of the man. "Oh, Silas! Why must I find you hiding behind statues each time we cross?"
He cleared his throat, diverting his gaze. "Uh, right. I apologize, your majesty," Silas murmured.
"We spoke of this before, Silas. You may call me Rhaella as we are friends. Are we not?" she beamed.
Rhaella noticed a slight twitch of the man's eyes upon hearing 'friends,' an odd but suspicious testament of their bond. "Tell me, Silas—had you awaited my arrival? The horse is just outside the castle, I tied her to a tree."
Shaking his head, the man clutched the arm of the knight. "I did not, I swear it!" he quivered.
"Calm yourself, Silas. You need not worry about me. I promised I would return before nightfall, and I did!" she chirped, smiling brightly at the perturbed man.
His neck twitched slightly, like his eye before. Rhaella grew a bit suspicious of the man, but nothing that would warrant concern. She watched as he tugged at his collar, then shifted uncomfortably behind the statue.
"Prince Aegon II has requested your presence in his chambers upon your immediate arrival, he wishes to discuss matters involving your mother, Rhaenyra."
She furrowed her eyebrows, confused why Aegon II would be the one discussing such important matters. As far as she knew, the man was more uncaring than his more astute brother, Aemond.
"Odd," Rhaella remarked. "Where are his chambers? Should I bring Aemond? It may be of benefit to include my future husband..."
Silas shifted uncomfortably once more before speaking. "As mentioned by Prince Aegon II, he wishes to speak to you alone, in private. His chambers are no more than a few rooms from yours to the left, it's blocked by a large steel door with black hinges. You simply cannot miss it!"
"Alright, then. Upon Aemond's arrival, tell him I will be asleep in my chambers, and that I am not to be disturbed or the time being."
The man nodded, his expression appearing as troubled as his demeanor. "Of course, your majesty."
Without a second thought, Rhaella walked the several flights of stairs to find Aegon's chambers. The situation felt a tad bit contrived, but if what Silas was truthful, then urgent matters regarding her mother should not be handled with extraneous care, like involving others.
Upon arriving to the man's supposed chambers, as described as Silas as being a large steel door with black hinges, she tapped lightly on the door, causing a loud noise to erupt from the room. Rhaella stumbled back upon hearing the door creak open, revealing the somewhat disheveled prince.
She forced a smile, though, she felt uneasy by the man's lingering gaze. With hesitation, the young princess walked into the chambers and admired the uniqueness of several portraits around the room. One of which revealed Aegon groping a woman's breast, and another portraying Aegon with exaggerated muscles in a bare setting.
The environment of the room brought slight discomfort to the princess, but nothing worthy of leaving the room without word of her mother's business. She crossed her arms, then moved towards the single window of Aegon's chambers.
"I spoke to Silas moments ago, and he mentioned you requested to speak to me regarding matters involving my mother? I understand it must be of importance if we should be kept in private."
Aegon's lips curled as he walked closer to the wary princess. "Silas? Is that the servant with the creepy fucking smile and giant blue eyes?"
"Indeed. He mentioned you had information regarding my mother, and I must know—is she in danger, elsewhere, what happened?" Rhaella questioned.
With one swift motion, Aegon gestured for the outside guards to shut the chamber doors before continuing. "Rhaenyra is fine. I only wanted to see you stand before me in my chambers, wearing nothing but my crown."
Rhaella stumbled back as Aegon's words began to process in her mind. Had the urgent matter involving her mother been a ploy to get her alone with the man? She shook her head and looked around the once unique room, now finding it to be filled with the shadows of a deeply disturbed man.
"Aegon, l haven't a clue of what you are speaking about, but I want no part of it," she croaked as tears brimmed her eyes.
He chuckled, looking at the princess with amusement. "We all know Aemond is an unlovable troglodyte without a care for others. Mother was foolish to betroth you to my brother and not me."
Rhaella began screaming at the top of her lungs for help, as she banged her fists on the walls. "Aemond!" she cried out.
"You stupid girl, do you really think I wouldn't have soundless doors, and thick walls to mask the sounds of pathetic little bitches like you?" he gloated.
Her breathing escalated to the point of hyperventilating—Rhaella felt her lungs shrivel at the spiteful words of Aegon. She placed her hand on her chest and took deep breaths, desperate to control the situation.
"If you dare lay a finger on me, it will be the last time you have one!" Rhaella threatened, backing away from the prince.
Aegon's face darkened with a tilt of his head, letting the clumps of blond hair to fall in front of his eyes. "You dare threaten me? I could have you beheaded and left bare in a field, and nobody would ever miss such a wench like you."
The prince thrusted himself onto the woman, as his hands grabbed a handful of Rhaella's hair and jerked her neck back. Unlike Aemond, he was anything but gentle, nor had the princess wanted to be intimate with the man.
Rhaella shrieked in pain as Aegon's other hand wrapped itself around her neck, and squeezed tight. With all of her might, she threw heavy-fisted punches at his grasp, and kneed the prince in his groin. Suddenly, his hold on the girl loosened, as he fell limp on the ground.
"Do not walk away from me, girl!" he screamed, still lying hunched over on the ground.
Before leaving, she grumbled, "You should consider yourself lucky, Aegon. If Aemond were here, I doubt he would have shown as much mercy as I am. Wait until he hears of this!"
With both hands on the heavy doors, Rhaella swung it slightly open and ran from the chambers feeling every ounce of disgust and shock. While it was the actions of Aegon, she blamed herself for not seeing the pattern sooner. Now, she was left to wonder if Silas knew of Aegon's true intentions, and who, within the entire castle could be trusted...
