Daema approaches Rhaella's chambers, taking a deep breath then opening the doors and walking through without knocking.
This action startled Rhaella and Viserys who started to cry causing Daema to roll her eyes.
"Daema, how dare you enter my chambers without permission, I could have your head for that" Rhaella tells her as she tries to calm Viserys who wails like a whore screaming in pleasure, straight from the bowels of Volantis but it can be expected as this is Viserys we're talking about.
"You would have the head of your own daughter, but because she entered your chambers" Rhaenyra asked scandalized by how little Rhaella cares about her daughter. She hopes she'll be a better mother to her Visenya.
"Hello, to you too mother" Daema says sarcastically sitting in the chair near the window.
"What are you doing here I thought that you were in Storm's End" Rhaella said giving Viserys to a maid.
"The free cities mother, I've been in the free cities" Daema says looking out the window.
"You dont even know where she was?" Visenya asked feeling a maternal instinct towards her.
"She's been everywhere it's hard to keep up with her escapades" Rhaella defends herself.
"I'm sorry" Rhaella apologized.
"How could you know, you can't even recall when my name day is" Daema spits maliciously.
"You don't even recall when her name day is? What kind of mother are you?" Aemma asked in anger.
"Yes I can it's the first day of the twelfth moon and I'm a good mother" Rhaella sneered.
"Bad mothers always say that" Rhaenys ii spits.
"Mother, she was born on the 6th of the 8th moon" Rhaegar tells her unimpressed.
"I was close enough" Rhaella said frustrated.
"Daema, why are you here?" Rhaella asks suspiciously.
"Rhaegar" Was the only thing Daema said.
"Of course, let me guess he wants us to reconcile" Rhaella asks with a smile.
"Yes, but I won't, not after what I know." Daema says slowly and threateningly walking to Rhaella.
"Daema we both love Rhaegar, let us bave peace in our lives, call a truce between us, for the sake of him" Rhaella says calmly taking a step back.
"Mh, how does it feel to know you've disgraced yourself and our pure Valyrian blood" Daema says pointing her sword at her mother's neck.
"What did you do?" Aerys asked threateningly.
"Nothing my love, I swear" Rhaella pleads.
"Shush, I'm trying to watch" Rhaena tells them in a whisper.
"I don't know what your talking about" Rhaella says in fear.
"I'm not an idiot Rhaella, I see the Lannister birthmark on Viserys' back just as I saw it on the dead children that fell from your old cunt, did you really think I wouldn't notice. " Daema asks in anger for her father to be made a fool of time and time again.
Silence was what filled everyone's ears as Rhaella's body started to fill with dread.
"You fucked a Lannister and had his spawns" Daemon and Maegor seethed.
"YOU TRIED TO PASS OFF YOUR BASTARDS AS MINE?!" Aerys asked in disbelief as he gripped Rhaella's hand almost instantly crushing the bone as she wailed out in pain.
Even her precious Rhaegar was in shock.
"Daema, you are such a lady, cuz I would've kill that bitch" Rhaena says laughing.
"Daema, I-I-I" Rhaella stutters but was cut off.
"Don't the only reason I haven't told father is because he hates Rhaegar and he would think of this as a reason to execute him, I don't care about you or your bastard." Daema sneers.
"But if you ever try to have me exiled again, I will rain hell and high water down on you and you bastard, and let me tell you I am the hell and the high water, do we understand each other?" Daema asks in a low and threatening voice.
"YES BOSS LADY" Rhaena screams with joy.
Rhaella merely nods as no words would come out.
"Good talk mother, I'll see you tonight for supper" Daema says patting her shoulders.
As she walks out the room and down the stairs, she hears a voice shout: "DAEMA WATERS THE BASTARD BITCH-WHORE"
She turns threateningly to see who muttered such vile words. And low and behold it was a green eyed, long faced Viserys. She slowly approached him with a vile smirk on her face.
"That's not a very nice word to say, especially from a bastard." She tells him with an innocent childlike smile.
"But obviously, you don't have the proper teaching in your lessons, so I'll give you one you'll never forget" She says as Viserys cowers back in fear.
A tud was heard following a scream from the maids. As they all gather around the young Prince Viserys was laying on the ground, legs bent backwards, two of his fingers missing and face battered and bruised after having been pushed off the top floor by Daema who had a menacing grin that turned into a deranged laugh that none of the staff will ever forget.
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The Last Targaryens (WTS)
FanfictionLet me just point out that this is MadisonWest714, I recently lost my Wattpad password and can't access my old account so I created a new one. I'm going to be transferring all my stories to this one. Those from the past watch the lives of their desc...