The Bastard Queen

the discussion between father and bastard

As Rhaena and Baela left the room and closed the doors behind them. The silence became deafening. The two did not speak until Daemon broke the silence. "Your name is Alyssa is it not?"

"Yes it is." The lack of formalities made his eyebrow raise slightly. "You do not call me your prince or as your father. Why?" He asks.

"Because why should I? You have not been a real father to me. Nor have you earned enough respect for me to call you by your title. So I will call you Daemon." She states. Her honestly reminds Daemon of his own bluntness. Also his mothers.

"Where you named Alyssa purposely?"

"What do you mean?"

"Where you named after my mother. Alyssa Targaryen first of her name?"

"I didn't even know of your own existence how would I know of your mothers? Let alone if I was named after her?" Alyssa sasses as she grew tired of the small talk Daemon was attempting to achieve. "Is what Laena said true?"

"Is what true child?"

"Will I be legitimised as your firstborn daughter?" This bluntness made Daemon surprised. He had expected a small girl with an equally small backbone to be in front of him. Though this girl had already called him on his title, his lack of involvement in her life, and his attempt at smalltalk which he hated. This girl may have had his doubts before, but she has the fire of a Targaryen. That is for certain.

"I would need to talk to my brother. Though if my wife is adamant about it then I have no reason to argue with her on the matter. You have obviously already influenced her enough on you being my child that she has grown fond of you." Daemon talks as he takes notice on the girls face slowly brightening as he talks on Laena and her insistence. "You will be trained before hand I will talk to him though." This makes the girls face become less bright and more neutral at his sudden words. "You will be trained in combat. Just as my other daughters were. And I will have the septa's teach you in the ways of being a true Targaryen lady in the court. Just as I had Baela and Rhaena taught. I can't have any of my girls be outsmarted in the court of our ancestors by quivering cunts like Otto Hightower..."

Alyssa's face brightens again at this sudden act of inclusion Daemon is offering her with. She could not help but feel slightly comfortable with him but quickly remembers her mothers face and ignores it. "Thank you... my prince." The use of his title may be not have be seen as much by anyone else, but after the conversation the two of them had Daemon took the use of it to heart. He let out a small crooked smile as he leads his daughter out of the room. Straight into the arms of her soon to be sister, who tried wholeheartedly to make it look like they definitely were not listening outside of the room, attempting to hear all the words being spoken between himself and his girl.

Alyssa feels herself being suddenly embraced by one of the twins and finds herself embracing her back. She eventually gets released and realises it was Rhaena who was hugging her and is not rambling on Alyssa being her sister. Alyssa though does not pay attention to Rhaena at that moment, only to Baela who was standing nearer to the side of them and smiling at Alyssa and Rhaenas overjoyed forms.