Come Back To Me

Epilogue

1 year later

The sun was shining brightly down on King's Landing. A warmth filled the Red Keep once more with the removal of the statues of stars and green banners. Now the walls were filled once more with traditional red and black Targaryen banners and art.

In the king and queen's bedchambers, a once dusty, cobwebbed covered sculpture model of King's Landing now was cleaned and preserved once more. With the ugliest carving of a small dragon sculpture resting atop of the Red Keep, serving at the sculpted land's protector.

Many of those who thought they would be leaving, ended up being requested to remain behind to fill many open council seats.

Ser Loreth was named Lord Commander of the Kingsguard after the king and queen bickered for hours privately on the matter. The king was in favor reinstating Ser Harrold, who once served his father. But the queen was adamant Ser Loreth proved his undying loyalty to her from the moment she was made a prisoner in the first place. She also pointed out to him Ser Harrold had renounced his titles and deserved to finally be able to rest after his service. So naturally, the queen won that argument.

Upon the king's request, Princess Rhaenys was his chosen Hand. Everyone was thrown off initially and never really understood his decision, but the truth was he trusted Princess Rhaenys to never lie to him out of everyone who remained in his life. That day when she confronted him before he learned of his father's death changed him more than she ever knew. 

Just like his mother, he confided in her that it truly should've been her instead of his own father. For he knew she would never have been swayed as easily as Viserys had. To which she responded with a smile and reminded him that they would not be here today if not for her cousin, King Viserys the Peaceful.

Upon the queen's request, she chose Prince Daemon as her hand. She had to ask him in private first before having to ask him a second time in front of the court. Just as she predicted, he bawled like a baby. To which she smiled and jokingly asked if he'd finally shut the fuck up now that he was the Queen's hand.

The two of them had come so far together, learned so much from the other. Daemon taught her to be a force to be reckoned with. To let nobody in the room think they even stand a chance against you, even without a weapon. She taught him love and appreciation. Appreciation for having accepted him as her father even long before she learned the truth. Appreciation for his love.

She also taught him patience. Patience for after the feast when he took her alone down to the shores where two knights stood with a shivering shell of a man underneath a cloak. When the guards had removed the cloak, it revealed what remained of Otto Hightower. His hands were gone, with rotting stumps remaining. His tongue had been cut from him, hair ripped from his scalp.

Otto was a broken man, shaking and sobbing with fear. His flesh had burned and rotting patches all over. He was stripped bare and where his genitals once were, only remained a charred, bloodied mound between his legs. When Daena glanced over at her father he smirked and said told her not to worry, that he still has it. And the Rogue Prince pointed at the gag over his mouth.

Daena couldn't help but laugh at her father's antics. In all fairness, Daemon did promise to feed Otto's cock to him one day. And the prince couldn't have been happier to take it, all the while every day he'd torture him more with tales of his daughter sneaking off with a princess once again. Tales of a new reign.

His daughter's reign.

Daemon told his daughter his gift to her as queen and to himself for being her hand was that being the last thing Otto Hightower would ever see before Caraxes would slink along the shores and devour the viper into pieces.