𝗗𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗦, aemond targaryen

five ─ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋

005.
𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋

Daenys often wondered why in the seven hells the gods made her the daughter of a Targaryen, more notably— Daemon Targaryen. A man who is incapable of feeling emotions towards his daughter due to his hatred to his first wife. She could remember always asking her mother who her father was, and was responded with, 'your father is buried inside a whore's cunt and is a pathetic excuse of a man'.

Yes, it was known Rhea Royce never favored her husband.

She recalled him visiting once, and it was then she saw the shadow of a huge beast— Caraxes. The Blood Wyrm. She had grown up with the looks of a Targaryen, many had whispered of how much of a disappointment she must have been to not receive a dragon egg from her father. She did not love her father, but an innocent child who only heard tales certainly had dreams. The rouge prince had taken one look at her and deemed her a bronze child in targaryen clothing.

Her dreams changed after his visit.

She had different dreams from then on. Her dreams now consisted on her killing her father with the same rock he had done to her mother. She could only wish that would one day come true.

Now, standing as far as she could from the war council, she could notice her father glaring at her from where he stood beside the new Queen. He probably wanted her dead, or thrown back to Runestone. Yet even he knew that as foolish. Daenys was a Targaryen, she certainly looked the part, and most importantly— she had the blood of the dragon.

Yet no dragon.

That led to the discussion of whether she could claim a dragon or not.

"Why should we let her claim a dragon when we may not yet be certain of her alliances. She wore green to the fest, Rhaenyra." Daemon hardly reasoned, as if Daenys was not even present.

She rolled her eyes at him and walked to Rhaenyra. The queen looked at her, her face uncertain, as did the sworn lords present. Daenys sighed and pointed to Runestone at the painted table.

"I am lady of Runestone. I know Lady Jane Arryn very well. Let me speak to her and make sure she has her alliances to you, my queen."

Rhaenyra smiled and sent a look towards her husband. "And will you claim a dragon, Daenys?"

Daenys smirked, looking towards her father who was more or less furious. "Will you aid me father dearest? You never know...I might fall off the dragon,"

Rhaenyra, thankfully noticed the fury that had began to attach itself on her husband's face and stepped in before speaking, "Enough. There is a war brewing and I will not have you two bickering in my council before my lords."

"Very well, your grace," Daenys murmured.

"Daemon will take you to the dragonmount and aid you in claiming a dragon," Rhaenyra announced, smiling. "We all should hope you will arrive back with a mount of your own, my lady."

Daenys made eye contact with her father and they both challenged each other to be the first to look away. Her father was intimidating, she would not deny this, but she would rather throw herself off a cliff then consider him a man worthy. Daemon scoffed and walked out of the council meeting.

Daenys grinned in victory.

Well, then it was off to claim a dragon.

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Daenys felt a shiver run down her spine as she followed her father up the winding path to the Dragonmount. She didn't want to be here, but Rhaenyra had ordered her to claim a dragon and Daemon was to accompany her. She knew her father didn't like her, but she hated him just as much for abandoning her.