The Last Targaryens (WTS)

Commander Daema Targaryen

Kingslanding 30th day of the 12th moon

It was now nightfall, and as promised Daema was now gathering all of the members of city watch, who were fiercely loyal to her.

"Why is she commanding the city watch, she's a woman she's supposed to be learning from her Septa?" Alicent asked scandalized as Catelyn and Rhaella nodded.

"If a man can do it why can't a woman? If Nymeria Martell could lead Dorne by herself why can't Daema." Helaena asked leaving Alicent fuming as Rhaenys gestured her to sit next to her.

"Helaena Targaryen that is too much thinking!" Alicent said outraged.

"Oh shut up Hightower cunt. She's a Targaryen while you are not, which means she deserves to be talked to with utmost respect, especially with her being a dreamer" Maegor told her which turned the heads of a lot of people.

"Helaena's a dreamer?" Viserys asks shocked.

"Of course she is, I don't even know her but I can see the signs, not wanting people to touch her, zoning out and her rambles. It's typical for an untrained dreamer. I don't even know how you couldn't realize it." Maegor confessed to Viserys who was still staring at Helaena in shock.

"I could teach you how to control it, if you'd like" Aegon the conqueror said smiling at her as if she was his own daughter.

"Thank would make me very happy" Helaena said smiling.

"Commander on the floor" Ser Jon Westerling ;her greatest friend announced as she walked in fully armoured ceasing the war crimes and the banging of their hands against their chest plates

"I want her, Rhaegar Targaryen and Brandon Stark, you lucky sons of bitches" Rhaena said glaring at them.

Ser Jon Westerling played by Peter Franzén

Daema looked up glaring at each of them coldly.

"Most of you were second sons of bitches who had no claim to their Castles, lands or titles. Your fathers were ashamed of you, disgraced sons of the great and lesser lords, they spurned you. Some of you were just utterly useless and defiant, sons of bastards and whores. But by the grace of the fourteen flames, I was sent to you. I took you in, I modified you and resurrected you. With my absence, it seems the people of Kingslanding seem to just waddle about, stealing, killing, and worst of all raping, the women and children. But I returned to this stinking shit pile of a city we call home. Tonight is not the night for mercy and honor. It's the night for penance, it's the night we all show the useless plagues of this city who truly has the power in Kingslanding. And it isn't the king, the hand, the small Council or the prince. So let me ask you. WHO HOLDS THE POWER?!" Daema roared  like the blackdread come again.

"DAEMA THE DESTRUCTIVE!" Someone hollered.

"WHO?!" Daema asked again.

"DAEMA THE DESTRUCTIVE!" Another person hollered again.

"Kingslanding has become a city of neglect, the crime of every breed has been alowed to thrive without proper punishment. Well I say no more! When the night is over Kingslanding will once again remember to fear the color gold." Daema announced with that the men let out a war cry.

"This is what my daughter would have been like" Visenya said looking at her with unshed tears as she holds on to Maegor's arm.

By morning everyone knew of what happened, of how the gold cloaks tore their way through the city. Pulling men out of their home beheading them, dismembering them and stringing them up by their insides. And the one leading them all was no other than Daema Targaryen.

"She should be banished for her crimes" Otto said in fear and disgust with Rhaella agreeing with him

"She's my daughter, and if she sees fit to cleanse the city of the heinous then by all means, because between us she is the better one, I would have burned them all alive in their homes after I have them barricaded." Aerys told them defending his daughter.

"He is not lying" Tywin told them causing them to move away from him.