Valyria Targaryen (Daemon Targaryen ff)

Honor

The morning sun was filled with warmth. The skies were clear. The air was clean with a calming breeze. After washing myself in the steamed tub I had placed on a softer, more simply fitted black dress with small sections of lace. It seemed like a day for my mind to be set at ease. Looking over the balcony I could see my beautiful Syren flying through the sky on her usual routine.

Just for one day. Please... Just. One. Day. I thought to myself before smiling in the mirror. Grazing my hands over the dragon necklace I felt my heart sink. But my smile refuses to leave. Not today. Delicate knocks from the entrance door echoed through the room as I braided my hair.

"Come."

The doors opened and Rayne entered the room without the normal pitcher of wine. I smiled either way, happy to see her but she did not move when I approached. Her fingers were fidgeting amongst themselves as she cleared her throat. Once the doors closed she approached me unable to meet my eyes. Concern twitched at my heart.

"Your packages were sent amongst the orphanages on their due time. Your little dragons collected information on this Lady Mysaria as you asked. As it turns... she is indeed a whore. She worked in the houses for a time but she has her own spies running about the streets. One is a boy who will give anything for the right price."

"And?" It was all something I had already known. Hearing it said out loud only solidified how right I already knew I was.

"She seems to be Daemon's favorite."

I scoffed while my eyes began to burn. "Should I be surprised?"

She took a deep breath before taking a step closer. "She pays for protection. It is rumored there are well respected and wealthy men across the seas looking for her. Valyria... she doesn't care for him as a lover or possibly even a friend. She wants out of her own life. I believe her to be scared, using whoever and whatever she can to get out."

"She must not be an intelligent creature using a Targaryen and assuming one of us would not find out." But I then began thinking of how Daemon should be smarter than that. From my stance he would murder whoever would damage the Targaryen name. I am not one to be known as oblivious. Yet he decided to feel comfortable enough with this woman. "Or maybe she is." I turned from her and looked through the open balcony. The thoughts ran through my mind with how I should carry this information. Rubbing the sides of my head I could feel Rayne's nervous shudders.

"What are you not telling me, Rayne? What is clouding your mind?" I asked. When turning to face her I could see sadness clouding the emotions. My brows snapped together as I studied over her figure. Maybe today was not meant to be perfect.

Silence hit the room with more force than a dragon's fire. Until she confessed. "A woman was seen entering and leaving your fathers chambers throughout the hours of the day... and it-it has been seen more than once." When she finished my eyes stuck to hers. Rage filled my heart. Rayne opened her mouth but no words were formed. I shook my head at her throwing my arm in the air.

"Does a dragon have your tongue, Ray?! Speak it!"

"Alicent Hightower." She admitted.

My heart caved.

"Where are you getting this information? Who told you this?" My eyes widened as I rushed her. Inches from her own figure my fingers balled into fists. The beats in my chest quickened. The flames in the fireplace grew. Yet I saw nothing but red. "No... no. My father would never fall so low. Who has told you these things? The... these lies." The anger only built. "He would never do such a thing! Not to Nyra... not to this family."

"I saw it!" She burst out. The birds stopped singing. The flames on the candles refused to dance. The wind never spoke. "I saw it..."

- - - - -

The sound of stomping against the stone led to the council meeting. It felt as if flames licked at the heels of my feet. Waiting to burn everything into ashes. When approaching, I noticed the doors were closed. When their heads shifted to me, the guards prepared to open the heavy stone doors but the moment I raised my hand they went back to their post.

Staring at the door I realized I had no sense of an idea on what to say. Alicent Hightower? I thought to myself. It was a tough drink to swallow. Leaving a sour taste over my tongue without even saying her name. I inhaled deeply before opening my eyes and forcing myself through the doors.

"Valyria..." Viserys spoke. I wasn't sure if he was dreadful or amused by my being here. Seeing the council members sitting along the sides I realized I was not early like anticipated but late.

All awareness turned to me as I took each step, not to my father, but to Rhaenyra. I glared at him with each click of my shoes. The men amongst the room shared their own tight expressions taking notice that I was not next to my father. It wasn't until following my sister's stare that I turned to face the one person who didn't belong. My blood began boiling unlike any other thing that I had to endure. I could have burned her myself if given the chance.

"Why is that here?" I more or less tipped my head to the Hightower girl. "I thought I was told that this was in fact a council meeting."

"Valyria." My father's tone had a hint of demand. The way his eyes gloomed over me... he knew I was not blind. I could smell it in the room. Either way my back straightened when deciding it was best to keep my mouth quiet.

Viserys cleared his throat before continuing. "As I have announced... I have decided to take a new wife." Rhaenyra stood to my side as I could feel the worry through her heart. My chest rose with each breath now focused on our father. He looked at me as if waiting for approval. Despite my current feelings I gave a small nod remembering our conversation from weeks ago. I had understood the responsibilities he had to now endure.

He exhaled in sorrow looking back to the round table. "I intend to marry......" His attention was then placed on Alicent. The rancid smell of anxiety filled the room. Her head flicked to my sister as Nyra followed. Only a fool would misinterpret the way they looked at each other. Hearing a small gasp from my sister I could hear her soul drop. "The lady Alicent Hightower... before spring's end."

A wicked smile erupted over the young girl's father. Before I could make any sounds of objection, Lord Corlys stood from his seat placing his hands on the council table. His own eyes had a flash of disgrace and betrayal.

"This is an absurdity. My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm." He spoke roughly clear.

"And I am your King."

Lord Corlys glanced at Otto Hightower giving a rather furious look. The Hightower man smirked and gave a simple nod. Focusing on my sister I noticed her teary eyes. Lifting my hand to her arm she flinched and pulled away.

"Rhaenyra." Viserys called out. The only thing she could do was force herself to walk out of the stone cold room. My fingers balled into fists.

My sight darted to him like a sharp sword when the only things I could hear were the heavy creaks of the doors closing behind Nyra.

"This is who you choose to procreate with in order to better defend this family?" I scoffed speaking in our tongue. "This is not power. This is choice. Your choice. It was not made politically. It clearly seems to be personal. I did not know my father was so blind that he could not see the problems happening before his very eyes." My sight fell to his Hand, Otto Hightower before returning to my father. "You claim to see me but you do not. You are a liar..." Swiftly turning my back to him I made my way to the door. Not before noticing a certain look of adoration from Lord Corlys.

"Enough. You are beginning to-" My father pleaded.

"If you are King and only do as you please then as future Queen I will do as I need."

"Valyria." He called out but I continued walking down the steps and out the doorway. "Valyria!"