ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ - House of the Dragon

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Rhaenyra Targaryen was many things.

She could be stubborn and impulsive and reckless, and she had a mind undoubtedly hard to understand that would never stop working.

But, much to her enemies despise, you could not say she wasn't a good mother. She was sweet and gentle and understanding. She cared too much and always prioritized her children above herself and everyone else. She was capable of lighting up a room the second she set a foot inside, but she never allowed that to go to her head. She was humble and compassionate. The Realm's Delight inside and out.

I wasn't surprise when she came to my bedchambers that evening, her hand full of rings holding onto her stomach and her beautiful valyrian eyes bright with fretfulness and exhaustion.

I was enjoying the wind of the early night, sitting on the end of the balcony with my legs hanging and a little knife dancing between my fingers. Allowing my mind to wonder why we always tended to discuss sensitive topics during the hour of the wolf. Probably came with the Targaryen last name.

She did not speak for quite sometime, and her eyes stared between the weapon in my hand and my emotionless expression with frowned brows and pursed lips, almost as if she expected me to be the first doing the talking. I knew why she was there, and I did not want to face that without the other responsible person present.

But, of course, Jace was somewhere else with his betrothed and this matter wasn't as important as making the Realm believe the Velaryon and the Targaryen's arrangement was still on board.

"It would end the whispers." Emory had said when she told me Jacaerys was not attending the meeting.

Now, I felt trapped under my mother's gaze, and one of the two people that could make it better was nowhere to be found, possibly holding Baela's hand and laughing and gracefully talking in that sweet and polite tone of his. Fucking cunt.

I was partially grateful he wasn't here, however. It would have been not helpful the fact that we spent the previous night together.

And that I had kept my promise, and marked his body way more than he did with mine.

By the time my brother had left, the sun was already rising, making the skies look endless with shades of orange and yellow and pink.

It was an eventful night to say the least, with his lips waking me up from time to time, his hands wandering around my body and my legs sparing open with a single touch of his fingers. His name easily escaped my mouth so often that I could have sworn the entire Red Keep knew what we were doing. He trully knew what to do to satisfy a woman until the sheet broke under her grip and her lips hurt from trying to hold back her moans, and I felt slightly proud for teaching him and heavily disappointed that now he was supposed to use those little tricks with somebody else.

Jacaerys had countless marks of teeth, lips and fingernails all around his body. The most noticeable was in his jawline, to which he narrowed his eyes at me before he left, shaking his head and mumbling about his soon-to-be-wife's posibly reaction.

Though mine were well hidden, at least, in it's majority, I knew my mother could see the one in my shoulder because she sighed before turning her head to the living city below Aegon's Hill.

I had spent my day alone, mostly in the bathtub with the water hot enough to help with the stiffness and slightly pain in my inner thighs, and with the only company of myself and the memories of the night prior. Until Emory had come with the moon tea in her hand and a guilty smile in her lips and had told me my mother was coming soon and ruined my day. Though, I could never dare to say her that.

"How did I not see it?" Her voice was nothing but a whisper that hurt my heart in the most painful of ways.

I sighed, closing my eyes and praying to whoever god was listening that everything ended well. I had Lucerys on my side and Daemon's forgivness, now I only needed my mother to understand and forgive and forget.