Burn Together ❖ Daemon Targaryen

Chapter 30

Dragonstone was a shell of its former self after Lucerys's death. Queen Rhaenyra had broken into tears nearly every moment of the day, Princess Rhaellanne spent countess hours on the island's fields silently missing her nephew, and everyone else was still in mourning.

Telling Lyanna, Baela, Rhaena, Eleana, Vaelon, Joffrey, Aelyria, Rhaegar, Aegon, and Viserys had been heartbreaking for everyone. Lucerys was one of them, and he had been such a big part of their family, and to lose him so young was the most painful thing any of them had ever experienced.

However, they were still at war, so as much as they all wanted to sit in silence and mourn their loss, they had no time. And if anything, Lucerys's death had spurred on a new vigour and anger within the Black council.

Blood had been spilt. Innocent blood. And the Greens would pay for what they did. 

They cost Rhaenyra two children, and that could never be forgiven.

Now, Rhaenyra was rarely seen on Dragonstone. She refused to believe that her son was dead and had spent every day for the last two weeks searching for his body, meaning that now Rhaellanne, Daemon, and Bennard had taken charge of this war, and were more dangerous than ever. And to everyone's surprise, Lyanna had stepped up in Jacaerys and Baelor's absence to help.

She and her parents controlled the stationing of guards around the island and sent ravens to all of Westeros's great houses to guarantee their support and prepare troops. Daily, Rhaellanne and Rhaenys would also monitor the gullet, where Lord Corlys's ships were forming a blockade against Kings Landing.

However, there was little else they could do without Rhaenyra's approval. She was their Queen after all, and any large or bold moves without her say so could lead to questions about how suited she was to be queen.

All they could do was siege and prevent any movement into or out of King's Landing, which included raiding any ships sailing nearby.

Normally, these raids proved to only get the Blacks more resources which the Greens had been trying to take, but this time Ser Roderick alerted Rhaellanne and Damon that they had found something much more valuable. Someone.

Lady Mysaria, aka the White Worm, had been caught fleeing in one of the raided ships, and now she stood in front of Rhaellanne and Damon, who were less than impressed to see her alive.

The last time Rhaellanne had seen her, she had been prepared to marry Daemon and become the Lady of Dragonstone. But now she looked a shell of her former self, dirty and ashamed. It may have been twenty years ago that this happened, but that did not stop Rhaellanne from having the smallest sense of pride as Daemon's wife.

Her husband though, was less amused and more furious. "When last we met, there were two of you. 'The White Worm."

Her eyes narrowed, "Did you think I would wither in your absence?"

He scoffed, "I did not think you would flower a traitor."

"You speak of highborn games. I am common-born." she replied

Daemon slammed his hands on his desk and jumped to his feet, frustrated with her nonchalance. "How long have you been selling secrets to Otto Hightower?"

"As long as he had gold to pay for them." answered Mysaria

Rhaellanne rolled her eyes "Who sent you fleeing from King's Landing in such disrepair, hm? You put Aegon on the throne." she spat

Mysaria shook her head, "That was the Hightowers' conspiracy. I merely profited from knowing Aegon's movements."

"But you delivered him." he snarled