Exiled

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One day of peace was all she asked for, yet she was not in luck. As she that evening departed to her chambers, all of her children—including Rhaenyra—asleep, her hair combed and wearing a nightgown, she failed to find her husband.

Oddly enough, Daemon was not in bed.

Not giving much thought to it, she laid down and prepared herself to sleep. Yet before she could properly arrive in her land of dreams, she heard a faint noise coming from the hallway. The doors cracked open, and Daemon walked in, wearing a nervous expression. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze. 

Sensing something was amiss, she sat up.

His eyes were fixed on the floor as he searched for a way to start.

Daenerys cleared her throat. "Where have you been?" she asked. Daemon didn't answer, only sheepishly looked at her. "What is it?" she asked seriously.

Daemon hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "We might have been sent into exile..."

Daenerys, assuming she misheard him, rubbed sleep out of her eyes. "Sorry?" she mumbled, yawning lightly.

"We are leaving... now."

Daemon's words hung in the air, causing a knot of unease to form in Daenerys' stomach. She quickly shook off her drowsiness and looked at him, her eyes wide with concern. "Exile? It is the middle of the night! What did you do?!" She pressed, her voice filled with urgency.

"Look, I'll explain everything. Just if you could..." he started grabbing his clothes and throwing them into a trunk that hadn't even been properly emptied yet. "...get up and get going-"

"Daemon! Stop packing and tell me what's going on!" Daenerys interrupted, her voice laced with frustration. "Children are asleep, I will not wake them now." She got out of bed and quickly slipped on a robe, her mind racing with worry.

"I am afraid, you have no choice. Viserys banished us, we are leaving."

"Us? Or you?" she asked firmly.

Daemon paused mid-packing, his hand still clutching a shirt. He turned to face Daenerys. "Me," he admitted.

"What did you do?" she asked him again, now standing before him.

"I... maybe I... oh, fuck it. I called the late babe an heir for a day."

Daenerys's eyes widened in disbelief. "You did what?" she exclaimed. "You are a fucking cunt, you know that? How dare you call Aemma's child such a name?"

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