Dynasty of Flames//Aemond Targaryen X Reader

Chapter Nineteen

"Māzigon va ñuha zaldrītsos" He chuckled adoringly at his daughter as he circled around her with sword in hand, watching her huff adorably with annoyance as she rose to her feet "sylugon qopsa"

"Come on my little dragon, try harder"

Y/N gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, knuckles turning white as her cheeks flushed red- a result of her temper flaring up. This was her fourth- no, fifth time losing to her kepa in a dual and the defeat was doing her no good in keeping her cool. Meanwhile, her father seemed to be quite amused by her short temper.

Daemon had taken the task of training his daughter with the sword himself, trusting no knight to be skilled enough to teach her nor anyone with enough patience to handle her temper tantrums. She was his daughter after all.

He found it absurd that women weren't really given any sort of training when it came to weaponry and it was absolutely ridiculous. How was a lady to defend herself? Especially when a good amount of crimes were committed against women?

"This isn't fair kepa" she pouted as she dusted the muck off her tush, hastily advancing toward him with the sharp weapon they called a sword "you aren't going easy on me"

"I know" Daemon shrugged as he dodged a rather weak attack attempted by his daughter. He winced slightly when she lost her balance and fell down, grunting as her knees scraped against the rough ground littered with mud and tiny stones "you'll thank me later"

"Thank you kepa for letting me fall"

"When you are caught in a fight, you will fall a million times and you will get up a million times" he let her stand up on her own, not picking her up himself like how he used to do when she was even younger "but I am training you with such intensity to ensure that it is solely you who should rise to your feet amidst the dead fools who crossed you"

Y/N brushed the hair out of her eyes, eyeing her father ferociously as she yet again lifted her sword.

"Do not rush into an attack" he instructed her, mimicking her actions of circling each other like animals about to pounce in an attack "take a moment to study your opponent. Which side are they leaning toward? Does their footing seem strong?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes not leaving her father's as she watched him like a hawk. She felt as though she probably even looked like some crazed animal with her clothes stained with mud and her hair all wild.

"Don't second guess yourself" Daemon spoke softly, a tender smile adorning his lips "a dragon never doubts its ability"

Y/N wished she had visited her mother's castle much earlier. The serenity of the place was far too therapeutic in comparison to where she lived and she was certain that with the oncoming war, this peaceful place too would fall into chaos.

Wanting to cling to this remaining bit of solitude, she continued to stay here whilst leaving the others in the dark of her whereabouts. They did not care for her or hold any remorse for what they'd done to her by taking away her crown, her reign, her mother. No, all they cared about was power, power, power.

Power for themselves, power to run the world as they see fit,

Power they stole from her.

And the only reason they'd been able to do so, was because she was a woman. How was being born with a cock an important factor for being in line to the throne? And furthermore, how important was it for someone to rule that one would forget their morals, cast aside their humanity and kill their own wife for the sake of being king?