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

8. Dragon Hunt

"Dont lock me out." Otto begged as he got dressed.

"Dont dont leave then." Davina murmured into her pillow.

"I will be right back." Otto corrected kissing ber head before heading out.

"Oh! Lord Otto. I was looking for you. Didnt realize you were already busy at work."

"What is it?" Otto demanded.

To think he was having such a good morning. He had to tell the king. He abandoned his quest for tea and biscuits and headed to viserys chambers.

'I apologize for the early hour, Your Grace. I have, um... discomforting news. I thought it best shared discreetly before the council convenes.' Otto told Viserys. Viserys sighed but nodded 'The Sea Snake. I'm afraid it concerns the Princess, my King.'

'Has she been harmed?'

'It is no easy thing to tell a father of his daughter's exploits. I had considered saying nothing, but...' Otto said hesitantly.

'What has she done?' Viserys demanded

'The Princess was spied last evening... beyond the walls of the Keep... in a pleasure house.' Otto told him.

'What of it?'

'She was carrying on with her uncle. They were engaged in behaviors unbecoming of a maiden... of a Princess.' Otto informed him.

'What behaviors?'

'Well, must I say it, Your Grace?'

'You enter my bedchamber, accusing my daughter of something. Now speak it... plainly.' Viserys demanded. Alicent lay in bed motionless. Davina stared up at the ceiling trying not to seem to interested on ottos return but he had been gone a while. Was this was if felt like to be abandoned? She didnt like it.

'Daemon and Rhaenyra were seen together... in the bowels of a pleasure den.' Otto told him and Viserys sighed deeply, Daemon was a thorn in his side. 'Coupling.'

'This is a lie.' Viserys told him with a chuckle, Rhaenyra would never. 'You have been lied to.'

'I only wish that were true, Your Grace.'

'Who is responsible for this gossip? Have this rumormonger brought before me at once. And I will take their eyes.' Viserys told him confidently.

Davina grumbled out getting dressed before remembering she didnt have to do anything today. Fuck the day. She was going back to bed but she was barring the door. The jerk. Left her waiting. She marched back to bes flopping down but sleep wouldnt come.

'As your Hand, I must maintain trusted sources of information. And this one, as yet, has never led me astray. And several of the servants have now admitted to seeing her, the Princess... creeping through the gates from King's Landing, disguised as a page during the hour of the owl.' Otto told him victoriously.

'Are you so sick with ambition that you would have my daughter stalked? Spied upon? Awaiting your best chance to destroy her reputation?' Viserys questioned defensively

'I have no such intent, Your Grace.'

'You think yourself a cunning man. Your designs are obvious. Do you wish to have your blood on the Iron Throne so badly that you are willing to destroy mine own? Just get out. Leave me... at once.'

"Davina open the door." Otto requested.

"You took too long. I found someone else to fill my bed." Davina corrected.

"Davina." Otto begged. "It was hand duties. I wanted to come back but... i had to tell the king something."

"What?"