Now That We Don't Talk / Otto Hightower / Davina Targaryen

6. Messy

Love can kill /Sandor Clegane out now!

The moon without Rhaenyra passed in a blur. Davina and Otto kept their distance and Davina felt sick to her stomach anytime she saw him. They messed up their dynamic. They were not supposed to catch feelings. Otto was not supposed to make her tea in the morning and expect her to stay. He was supposed to be horrified at what they did in a buzz of the night and quickly kick her out. Not look at her like a kicked puppy when she said she was leaving.

Now things were messy. Davina didnt like messy. She had just started to get her life back after the Daemon debacle and Otto, fucking Otto was a bad idea.

So when Daemon came back, Davina's mind was all screwy.

"Davina," otto whispered. She hushed him.

The throne room was filled, whispered voices echoed Davina and Daemon's name. Viserys stood ready to reprimand his sibling. Davina didnt know why people were bad mouthing herself she didnt do anything wrong.

Daemon walked forward with confidence though, the kings guard unsheathed their swords ready to attack, to protect their king. A crown on Daemon's head he threw down his sword before them. She hadnt wanted to look at him to see him but Daemon's little show kept her eyes on him.

'Add it to the chair.' He offered it clattered before Viserys as the crowd murmured with anticipation.

"You need not be here for this." Otto reminded her. "I know you and-"

"Hush." Davina demanded.

'You wear a crown.' Viserys noted.  'Do you also call yourself "King"?' he sneered. Davina watched them cautiously. The world was a better place when the Targaryen siblings were not at each other's throats. Otto knew that but he also knew that when daemon was around davina was a different person.

Davina spent her youth taking swings at Viserys, it was Daemon's turn to be the chaos. He had stayed quiet  for too damn long at Rune stone. But now he needed peace or else blood would spill and Davina was never ready for the moment Daemon died. Not unless she killed him herself.

'Once we smashed the Triarchy, they named me "King of the Narrow Sea." Daemon informed him and the crowd murmured again, Daemon was no king. Everyone knew of his reputation.  'But I know that there is only one true king, Your Grace.' Daemon assured. 'My crown and the Step stones... are yours.'

'Well, where is Lord Corlys?' Viserys questioned hesitantly, Daemon was not one to bend the knee willingly.

'Aunt Davina." Rhaenyra whispered running up to her.

"I was hoping you were here.' Davina said hugging her. "I'm glad you are back."

"Me too." Rhaenyra agreed. Her gaze shifted to daemon. ""You missed him." Rhaenyra remarked. "Even after everything."

"I am weak when it comes to him." Davina informed her. "I did miss him, I hate him and I love him." Davina agreed, she kept an arm around Rhaenyra as she watched Daemon and Viserys. "I hate fighting with him, loving him is so much better, for the both of us... the whole realm actually.' Davina mused. "But we cant be as we were."

"No?"

"No." Davina assured. "He broke my heart too many times to count. I need to move on." Otto liked the sound of that.

'He sailed home to Driftmark.' Daemon told him

'Who holds the Step stones?' Viserys countered

'The tides... the crabs, and 2,000 dead Triarchy corsairs, staked to the sand to warn those who might follow.' Daemon informed him. Viserys got closer to him and the crowd held its breath.