Now That We Don't Talk / Otto Hightower / Davina Targaryen

27. Betrayal

"Lets do something about that then." Daemon told Rhaenyra confidently. Viserys had opened his arms up to Daemon once again and he was going to stab him in the back. Otto begged him to stop letting his brother back in, if not for the realms sake, then for Davina's sake but of course viserys wanted to take care of his baby brother, only for Daemon to run and marry Rhaenyra for her crown.

After otto finished his eggs and pops his plate and mug in the basin, he kisses baelon goodbye first, then comes to davina, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in close as he plants his lips on hers. His deliciously soft, full lips. As rushed as their mornings are with davina liking sleep and otto ready to conquer the day, she did savor this moment. Drink him in. He grabbed her bottom and squeezed hard, immediately stirring up her excitement.

'I could take you right now, against the table,' he breathes heavily into her neck, peppering it with more sensual kisses.

"You could. But I think our som might have something to say about that,' davina whispered,   breathlessly.

Baelon was however much too engrossed in moving his breakfast items from one segment of his plate to the other, mixing the toast with the banana slices, then stacking the blueberries on top only to knock them down happily. Yes he was much to busy to notice what his parents were doing. But he pulled away anyway, and took a deep breath.

"God, what you do to me, davina.'  Otto rasped.

"This?" She pat the bludge in his pants and he He laughs causing the corners of his eyes to crease.  But their would be morning sex was interrupted by breaking news.

Laenor Belaryon was dead.

Talk about a mood killer.

"Where is she?" Davina muttered.

"We have waited long enough." Corlys countered as the service began. Laenor's body was in his casket. His handsome face gone cold, the light drawn out of his eyes, his always cheerful smile gone just like that. He lay motionless before them stab marks all over his chest, coming out his back. Laenor never did anything wrong. When Jace was born he claimed him as his own even though a part of him knew it wasnt so. Then when Luke was born Laenor was so happy, another son. THey didnt do much yet, they were little but he doted on them, tended to them. He was rarely with Rhaenyra but she was always in a mood.

''My gentleness may the winds be as strong as your back you were sees as calm as your spirit and your nets be as full as your heart. From the sea we came. The sea we shall return.''

With that Laenor was pushed into the waters never to be seen again.

Davina wished she could say she couldnt believe rhaenyra but in honestly she believed it entirely. She played the comforting cousin and the ignorant sister. She played the part everyone needed her to be. Rhaenys was thankful. Viserys was disappointed in rhaenyra but proud of davina stepping up.

Viserys wished he could hate daemon and rhaenyra for running off together but rhaenyra hadnt listened to him in ages. He looked to davina. One he thought would never be tamed but here she stood her baby boy in her arms and she spoke to larys strong.

"Thank you." Davina whispered wishing she could burn them and not just the scroll

"If you ever need anything just ask," larys assured.

"Trust me. I will." Davina agreed. She bounced Baelon up higher into her arms before kissing his little face and turning around. What a nightmare. All of this. She turned only to ram into her only good brother, viserys.

"Hey Vis, you doing okay?" Viserys stared back at her anlong moment taking in all the little details of her beautiful face before he spoke up.

"You would have been a good queen my darling Davina." Viserys Whispered kissing her cheek before heading inside.

Davina didnt know what to say to that. Thank you? I agree? Yeah to bad you picked your bitch of a daughter?

She couldnt even think about what he said however because their announcement. Daemon and rhaenyras wedding... it was official and davina wanted to rip them apart.

Davina didnt want to talk about it. Viserys practically died again at the news. Daemon had married Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra missed her husbands funeral because she was busy consummating her union with Daemon.

Otto heard and wanted to help but he didn't know what to do. What davina wanted. He waited up for her on the couch hoping she would come home not smelling like smoke. He would hate to have to ask if she murdered daemon. A husband should just know these things.

Davina walked towards otto, a blanket around her shoulders he put his book down and opened his arms to her. She lay into him hiding her face in his chest trapping a leg around him. His arms instantly wrapped around her surrounding her in comfort, protection and love. He rubbed a hand over her back kissing her forehead as she breathed him in.

No words were needed just his gentle embrace around her as she tried to block the news, the betrayal from her mind.