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"And what will you do? Kill me? Not if I get to you first."
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Three Months Later...
"I'm sure you're happy that I am leaving,"
Otto stood in front of his daughters, his eldest staring at him emotionless while his youngest stared daggers into him.
Elaina and Alicent stayed silent for a moment, watching as their father stared back at them with an unusual calmness.
"Viserys finally sees the man that you are," Elaina stated, folding her hands in front of her. Her dress, a dark shade of green, with white accent designs.
Elaina's dress was slightly loose, not as tight to her body as many of her dresses. She held a secret within herself, a secret that could kill her.
Otto remained silent, as Alicent scoffed at her father. She was more annoyed than anything, as this wasn't the expected reaction she wanted.
"The king answers to mercy, as you so called his daughter a whore," Alicent said snapping at her father.
"That she is," Otto stated plainly.
His words annoyed his daughters, their eyes rolling in sync. Elaina opened her mouth before a wave of nausea rushed through her. The Queen gagged into her hand, before rushing toward a window and opening it to throw up green liquid.
Otto stared after his daughter while Alicent's eyes widened and she rushed toward her sister to help her. Elaina finished as she wiped her mouth with the hem of her sleeve.
"So it is true," Otto said, narrowing his eyes at his daughter.
Elaina stiffened, as Alicent stared at him in confusion. Otto continued to glare at Elaina, knowing the truth behind what happened.
"What are you spewing about, father?" Alicent questioned him sharply.
"Your sister is just as much of a whore, as the princess," Otto said, scoffing at Elaina before turning away in disappointment.
Elaina glared at the man, finding his words disgusting. Alicent furrowed her eyebrows, looking between Elaina and Otto.
"You fucked that knight, and now you're carrying his child," Otto sneered back toward Elaina, before glancing down at her stomach and glaring.
An instinct, Elaina wrapped her arms around herself in a way of protecting the unborn child. Or she hoped it was.
"I'm just ill, father, nothing of it," Elaina said.
"Don't jest with me. You are my daughter, my blood and I know you. I raised you. I know when you grow ill, and that was not it," Otto replied, pointing at the window.
