The Dragon-Tamer

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Rhaenyra burst through the doors of Feyre's apartments, only to find her lover sitting at her vanity getting the blood wiped from her face by Aemma. Daemon was pacing around the room while Baela and Rhaena sat on the couch, watching their parents while Rhaena bounced Alyssa on her knee.

"What in the Seven Hells was that back in there?" Rhaenyra demanded as she looked between Feyre and Daemon,  "That power play stunt you two pulled was foolish."

Daemon stopped pacing and narrowed his eyes at his niece, "That is a lot coming from you."

"Daemon," Feyre turned to look at him with warning.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rhaenyra crossed her arms as her brows furrowed.

"What about that little stunt that you pulled with Rhaenys?" Daemon stepped closer to his niece, anger in his eyes, "Who are you to marry my daughters off without speaking to me first?"

"Girls," Feyre stood up from her chair and smiled at her daughters, "Why don't you all go to your chambers and prepare yourselves for dinner; take Alyssa to Corrine for her nap as well."

Rhaena stood up and held Alyssa on her hip, "Yes, mother."

She made her way to the door and Baela followed. They looked back at Aemma, who was staring at her mother in concern.

Feyre placed a hand on Aemma's shoulder, "Go, darling; I will see you this evening."

Aemma looked between all of the adults. It felt weird to see her mother and father arguing with Rhaenyra. In fact, she had never seen Daemon that angry. She made eye contact with Rhaenyra, looking for her approval. Before Daemon married her mother, Rhaenyra had played the role of Aemma's father; she was better father than Silas was.

Sensing her hesitation, Rhaenyra cracked a small smile for the girl, hoping to let Aemma know that it would be okay, that her parents won't be angry for long, and they're family could be happy again,

The adults watch the children walk out of the door and do not speak until they hear the door slam shut.

"You should have spoken to us, Nyra," Feyre said, her tone calm and collected, "We would have understood."

"Speak for yourself, Feyre," Daemon laughed before pointing at Rhaenyra, "You went behind our backs, and you involved my daughters into Alicent's and yours stupid war!"

"I did what was best for the children!" Rhaenyra shouted at him.

Daemon got closer, "For the children, or for yourself?!?"

Feyre put herself in between them, "That's enough! Daemon, step out and talk a walk."

Daemon stayed stuck in his place, his stubborn nature forbidding him from moving away from the stare down. It looked like Rhaenyra wasn't budging either. Stupid Targaryen pride.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Feyre lifted her palm and used her magic to lift Daemon off the ground. The Prince struggled and let out sounds of protest as he floated out of the room. After he was gently placed on the floor, Daemon tried to go back in, but the door shut in his face.

Rhaenyra started laughing, but ceased when she noticed the serious look on Feyre's face. Though, Rhaenyra couldn't help but admire just how beautiful her lover looked when she was cross.

"Has anyone told you just how beautiful you are?" Rhaenyra flashed her a little smile.

Feyre rolled her eyes, "Every day, my love; I am quite popular. Now stop trying to change the subject."

Rhaenyra sighed, her eyes turning down to the floor, "How angry are you?"

"I am very angry and disappointed that you didn't confide in me," Feyre frowned as she took a seat on the edge of her bed.