Skyfall • Aemond Targaryen.

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Song of chapter: family line by Conan Gray
"I can run by I can't hide from my family line"
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"Husband. What brings you too the Vale? Or have you at last come to meet your child?" Lady Rhae Royce asks, staring accusingly at her husband. Earning just a blank and disbelieving stare from him, she then realized a unsurprising truth.

Daemon Targaryn does not know he has a child.

He did not even know the babe was in her womb for over 8 moons.

What a wonderfull Lord husband.

"No worries, she's just barely a moon old. Maybe if you meet her now, she will know who you are in a few years." She replies, knowing the man would not put effort into her daughter. "Or perhaps your brother has at last had his fill of your company. Cast you aside in favor of a little girl."

The Targaryan still says nothing and instead advances towards the mare she is sat on. The horse and the rider both display their distrust towards the man, as the animal backs away from him.

"What will you do now? Will you strike the child down? Or?" Lady Rhae's words seem to be caught in his throat once she realizes his plan. He was going to kill her to marry the princess.

But just as she goes to grab her bow, her husband pushes the horse as it rises onto two legs. The large animal falls onto the woman, leaving her unable to move anything but her head. Daemon walks closer to her, ignoring the horse that has finally managed to stand up and make its escape. His wife layed in front of him struggling to breath and holding in a sob.

But the cry finally escaped from her throat, not from the unbearing pain her husband was causing as he stepped on her broken arm. But from the thought of her only daughter being left alone. The beautiful baby girl currently hidden away in her cot. The beautiful blonde girl who's first moon was celebrated only a few nights ago. Lady Rhae was leaving her only child in a cold world, with an even colder father. But in that moment she knew her house would never except her killer's daughter. And the Vale would never except a Targaryan.

So the only place for her little girl was where a Targaryan princess, like herself, should be. The Red Keep.

"She's in the far left tower..." the woman wheezes as the man starts walking away, "maybe you could find it on your... stone, cold heart to finally..."

But her words died down along with her soul. She never got to finish her sentence and she never got to see her daughter grow up.

Daemon climbed the last step in the tower, when the shock hit him. This sudden feeling was caused by the crying of a babe.

No one was near to comfort the child. If it really were his child, he would want her to be cared for every hour of the day. Clearly this was no place for a Targaryan royal, not that he was sure the babe was one.

But the second the door opened, he could feel it. All Targaryans had it, the aura of power and fire surrounding them. Even when they were this young. And every doubt of the child not being his disappeared when he saw her. It was shockingly obvious. Although she had much more tan skin like her mother the white tuffs of hair might of given it away, but the eyes really sold it. They were not as bright as Daemon's only small hints of violet in between the silver, but they were still Targaryan. Even if he had not come here and seen the babe for himself, he most likely still would have found out.

A Targaryan prince or princess can only be hidden for so long.

And that was exactly what she was. It now made sense to him why she was locked up in a tower with no one around. News of her birth would have spread far and wide. Daemon was just glad he found out so early, the kingdom could still celebrate because of her birth.