Valyria Targaryen (Daemon Targaryen ff)

Those That Came Before

Night quickly fell over the kingdom with a sky full of stars above us. There were candles lit in various areas of the room as the fireplace sat in the corner with fresh wood creating an orange glow through the darkness. My hair was in loose waves prepared for the sleep I more than likely wouldnt be getting. Walking back inside from the open balcony I saw Rayne cleaning while drinking a cup of wine. She always hummed the same melody in her head, making me smile. It wasn't until a knock on the doors forced her to set her cup down and act normal.

"Come in." I chuckled holding the bridge of my nose.

The door opened revealing the Kingsguard and my brows tightened out of curiosity. He was usually the one to cover over King Viserys, my father. I could see him glance at Rayne with a nod of acknowledgment.

"What is it you need?"

"The King requires your audience." His voice was low like a growl. I stood for a moment as a knot formed in my stomach before realizing someone may have told him of my venture to the Street of Silk last night. I took a deep breath nodding to Rayne and took my steps out the door to follow the guard. His silence was uncomfortable as he led me through the Red Keep. I began to think of who could have possibly said a word of me when I knew I paid the barkeep and kept the hood over my head. Not coming up with an answer other possibilities ran through my mind.

Finally hearing the movement of metal stopping I looked up to my surroundings and saw my father. His hand hovered over the candles but his skin did not burn as most Targaryens written in history do not. Placed before him was the skull of Balerion the Black Dread. My eyes grew to the sight as the corners of my lips upturned. His size was horrendously beautiful. I only dreamt of him still being alive and meeting one of the creators of my savage Syren. I took another deep breath beginning to wander to "The King".

"Father." I greeted. He turned, giving a half smile.

"Balerion was the last living creature to have seen Old Valyria before the Doom." He glanced at the skull before focusing on me but I could not take my eyes off of it. "It's greatness and it's flaws. When you look at the dragons, what is it you see?" He questioned bringing my sights to him.

"What? You haven't spoken a single word to me since mothers funeral, and now you send a Kingsguard to collect me in the night. You have barely looked at Rhaenyra."

"Answer me." He demanded with a soft tone catching me by surprise. I sighed, biting my tongue to stop my words. "It's important. What do you see?" I turned to Balerions skull. You could see the scars from battles and wars in History permanently over the bone.

"I suppose I see us."

"Tell me."

"Every person born has claimed Targaryens are closer to gods than to men, but they only say that because of our dragons. Without the blessing or ability, we're just like everyone else."

"The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion. They're a power man should never have trifled with." He began pacing back and forth. "One that brought Valyria its doom. If we dont mind our own histories, it will do the same to us." He kept bringing me to look at the Black Dread once more. "Targaryen must understand this to be King..." He then focused on me. "...or Queen." My head instantly jerked to him.

"But I cannot be queen. I am just a woman."

"You are more than that, my little dragon. I am sorry, Valyria. I have wasted the years since you were born wanting for a son. You are the very best of your mother. And I believe it, I know she did, that you could be a great ruling queen. You protect your family and the people with not only your heart but your mind. I know that you are remarkably perceptive. You take great thought into who you can trust. I know you give money to the orphanages to help the children. I know you train with Ser Harwin hardening your skills. I kno-"