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"You're...Here..." •
"Good morrow, Princess,"
Sir Marbrand the knight greeted his Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Lucerys.
"Good morrow, Ser Lorent," Rhaenyra greeted, turning away from her son to face the knight.
"Princess Rhaenys has just arrived on dragonback. She requests an audience with you and Prince Daemon,"
Rhaenyra's smile tightened slightly, knowing nothing good would come from the Princess's mouth. She turned to Luke, reassuringly smiling before sending him off.
As soon as the prince left, the doors opened, and in walked Princess Rhaenys. Daemon had just arrived as well, standing next to his pregnant wife as they watched the woman walk down their steps being led by a guard.
"The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen," The knight announces.
Rhaenrya smiles at the woman, walking toward the stone table where Rhaenys stopped just across from her.
"Princess Rhaenys...Might we hope for news of Lord Corlys's recovery?" Rhaenyra asked, thinking it was the downfall of the Sea Snake.
"Viserys is dead."
Silence ripped through.
Rhaenyra's mind muted into quietness, as the air around her became thick. Her heart stopped for a moment, a moment of sudden had overcome her.
Daemon froze at the words, not expecting the news. His dear brother is gone. Dead. Who is now sitting on the throne? His wife? The wretched children his past lover birthed?
Rhaenys glanced between the husband and wife, watching their reaction. It was better to come forth with the information before someone else could interrupt.
Rhaenys feared that her forwardness might have been too strong.
"I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father... possessed a... kind heart... for you," Rhaenys uttered, hoping to release any tension that started to build up.
Slowly Rhaenys walked toward the princess, standing in front of her with unease.
"There is more. Elaina has been crowned as his successor,"
With shock, Rhaenyra whimpered at the sudden pain in her stomach. Daemon inched closer to his wife in worry, as Rhaenyra held onto her stomach.
"They crowned her?" Rhaenyra questioned in shock.
"How did Viserys die?" Daemon asked, already his mind brewing with pointed fingers.
She poisoned him, she poisoned everyone. And she was going to pay for it.
