The Death of War

Chapter 3

We see Daemon and Rhaenyra's POV and what they think about what is happening. I hope you guys like it. 🥰

Rhaenyra was shocked to see the way the family acted around each other. She could see how much they all love each other, even Aemma was included in Visenya's family like she was another member. She could see that Aemond and Visenya truly love each other and their children, the girls did not look at Aemond with fear or distrust. Even Aria, whom Rhaenyra had just met and could already tell was a handful, adored her parents. She was a bit shocked and was not sure what she was supposed to do. Even if the Aemond of this world was not to blame for what had happened, she could not help but see the man who had murdered her son every time she looked at him. Her sweet boy had been so young and now was dead for no reason, she did not even have a body to bury.

"I believe it would be for the best if I take you to your chambers and you have a bath." Rhaenyra was snapped out of her thoughts by Visenya's voice, who was giving her a gentle smile. "I can see you are all a bit overwhelmed and might feel better after spending some time alone."

"Thank you." Rhaenyra gave her a thankful smile.

All three of them followed Visenya as she first left Aemond in a chamber close to hers and her husband's before calling a servant and asking to tend to the man. She then moved a few doors down and opened the doors to another chamber walking in and gesturing for them to follow. The chambers were beautiful and had been prepared with everything they could need. Visenya turned to them.

"I will talk to my parents and let them know that you three have arrived." Rhaenyra noticed the way Visenya twisted one of the rings on her fingers which made her smile. Apparently her daughter had some of her same quirks. "We usually have supper as a family, it can get a little crazy with so many children but it gives us a chance to spend some time together and for my father and husband to bicker."

"I think is best if we eat here tonight," Rhaenyra said with an apologetic smile. She needed some time. "All of this has been a bit overwhelming."

"I understand." Visenya gave her and Daemon an understanding look. "I will leave you both alone and have the maids prepare your bath. Once they arrive you can ask them for whatever you need."

"I know that you and the family are aware of who we truly are, but what will we tell other people?" Daemon asked before Visenya could leave.

"There are more than enough Targaryen bastards, especially after our aunt Saera." Visenya shrugged. "You can just say you three are some of them."

"What should we call ourselves?" Daemon asked.

"You can just say your names." Visenya shook her head. "We also have several Targaryens who share the same name, three more will not make much of a difference. It might be a bit confusing, but then so it would be if people called you by a name you did not answer to."

Visenya gave them a nod before leaving the chambers. Rhaenyra sat on the nearest chair and rubbed her temples. This whole experience had been exhausting and it had only been a few hours. Daemon sat beside her and let out a sigh.

"This is very confusing." Her husband did not sound happy about being here. "I do not understand why the gods sent us here. Everything is so different and our daughter is married to that cunt. He will be king one day."

"I do not understand this world." She did not like that her daughter was married to the man who had killed her son. "I do not know why the gods believe this would teach us something. I do not want to be here, I want to return home."

"I know." Daemon took her hand and kissed her forehead. "Hopefully we will not have to be here for long."

Rhaenyra hoped her husband was right, she was still hoping to find something from Lucerys. She needed something to bury, something that would make some sense of everything that had happened. Rhaenyra was happy that at least in this life her family had been able to find some happiness. She had seen her daughter and her children and her other daughter, a sweet girl named after her mother. It seemed like her daughter and grandchildren got along very well. She had also seen the way Aemma had looked at Aemond, with love. She called him uncle and trusted him, her daughter felt no apathy for the man, which made her think that the Rhaenyra of this world had a good relationship with Aemond.