"It's my duty, my God-given birthright and my crown."
- Mary, Queen of Scots
In which Valyria Targaryen returns to the Red Keep and becomes a key player in the game for the Iron Throne.
....or....
In which there isn't a person in the Se...
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130 AC, Sunspear
"This is your fault," Valyria complained, scowling at her husband.
"Please enlighten me," Daemon drawled, lowering himself down on the couch underneath a pavilion on the balcony overlooking the gardens beneath. He moved one of the pillows and placed it behind her back to make her more comfortable.
"It's so warm," Valyria whined, leaning back into the mountain of pillows behind her. Only to regret it a second later because when seated up right the small — practically nonexistent— winds provided a little coolness. Therefore she sat up straight again - only that hurt her back so she settled back down on the pillows again.
"How am I to blame for the weather in the kingdom you chose to live in?" Daemon asked, raising an eyebrow in question.
"No, but it is your fault I am with child-," Valyria accused him, squinting at him angrily.
"I seem to remember you being just as – enthusiastic – as me," Daemon retorted, a smug smirk taking over his face.
"- and more importantly, it's surely your fault that this babe – much like Jae actually – makes me feel like I'm being drowned in dragonfire," Valyria finished. "Something that never happened with Lucian's nor Qoren's children. So surely it must be your fault."
"It's our dragonblood," Daemon said proudly. "You are carrying a true dragon in there. Much like Jae."
"By now I would not be shocked if I gave birth to an actual dragon," Valyria grumbled in annoyance. "That would be painful," she shuddered.
"I will be back," Daemon said, rising to his feet. He disappeared from view, leaving Valyria alone. Luckily, the pavilion shielded her from the sun - otherwise she might actually burst into flames - but the dornish weather definitely didn't help her. A few times she actually considered flying with Ānogara to the North, simply to lie down in the snow
Daemon returned a short time later, retaking his seat by her side. Valyria immediately asked, "What did you do?"
"I asked the servants to prepare a bath for you and I made sure to specify how you want the coldest water they can possibly come over," Daemon explained proudly. "And I told them to make haste or their beloved princess might just burst into flames."
"Oh," Valyria said. His gesture warmed her heart even though it was small and didn't require much effort from him other than ordering a few servants around. "Thank you," she said, some of her previous anger fading away.
"You don't need to praise me so much," Daemon snorted.
"You ordered a few servants around, you didn't fill a bath yourself," Valyria retorted. Feeding her husband's arrogance was reserved for the occasions when he actually did something truly admirable. Otherwise his head would grow too big.
