"Lynasier's followers will abandon her if they know the war is lost, give them that chance. If the city surrenders they'll ring the bells and raise the gates, please if you hear them ringing the bells call of the attack."
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"Fucking stupid"
(Age 22)
7 weeks later..
3 weeks, 3 weeks, was everything I thought about. What was going to happen in 3 weeks? Something good? Or something bad? But something is going to happen, in 3 weeks.
"Thank you." Daemerys said having a towel wrapped around her. "Hey." Daemerys said walking out of the bathroom. "Hm." Daemon said taking off his gear. "You're still mad." She said getting her night dress on. "I'm not." He grumbled. "Leave us." She said to the maid. "Daemon, look at me." she said as he looked up to her. "What is going on? We're home." She said as he sighed. "I want to believe you." He said under his breath as she rolled her eyes. "You're going to believe some cunt over your wife?" She asked as he sighed. "I guess I have my answer then." She said getting into their bed. "Daemerys-" he started to say as she snapped. "Just go to sleep." She said as he sighed before getting into the bed.
That night Daemerys cried her self to sleep silently as Daemon laid awake listening to her quiet sobs. Truly he felt like an asshole for making her cry herself to sleep, I mean he had his own secrets for one. But the next morning came slower rather the faster for them. He had gone out somewhere as she laid in there bed trying to prepare herself for the day. She kept glancing at her wedding ring. That perfect blue-sapphire ring he had given her. She was drifting into her own thoughts as a cry came from next to her, it was Jacaerys. That was what brought her back to reality.
"Ok ok I'm here." She said bringing him into her lap. "It's ok." She said trying to soothe him. "Mamas here now." She said holding him. "Mamas here now." She repeated rocking him. "Sister?" Aemond asked coming in. "Sister, Are you ok?" Aemond asked opening the door before seeing her red dried up tear face. "I'm fine Aem." She said standing up. "Just grown up stuff." She said as he smiled at her. "Can you go check in Aegon for me please?" She asked as he nodded. "Thank you." She said placing Jacaerys down in his crib nearby. "OK Daemerys." She said sniffling. "Pull yourself together." She said whipping a tear off her face. "Let's just go to the office Alright? Alright." She said picking Jacaerys back up.
Daemerys avoided the glances of the maids and servants while waking to her office, even when people tried to stop her she wouldn't stop. She just walked, and walked, until she bumped into him.
"Your highness." She said bowing down. "Must you-" he started to say as she went on walking. "I'm talking to you, Daemerys." He said pulling her back. "What do you want to talk about? Huh? How about, why are you angry with me? Or why haven't you kissed or even looked at me in the last few weeks? Huh?" She spat looking him up and down. "Please take Prince Jacaerys to his crib." He ordered a servant as they took him out of Daemerys hands. "What the hell do you think you're playing at?!" She asked as he dragged her into his office. "Let go!" She said as he dropped her on the couch, pining her hands above her head. "Is this better?" He asked gripping her chin, making her look at him. "I asked you something, Aemerys." He said.
She tried her hardest to try and not meet his eyes, but once she did, he had chuckled at her as she frowned. He had clearly seen the affect he had in her when she looked at him.
"Fine, let's just sit here and wait then." He said before being flipped under her, straddling the man. "Much better." She said getting comfy, before placing her hands in his chest. "Your highnesses-" Maneora said walking into the room. "Oh-" he started to say as Daemon chuckled under her. "Yes Maneora?" Daemerys said placing her hands on her hips. "Maybe I should come back later..." he said avoiding their glances. "No need, what can we do for you?" She asked. "An invitation to a formal dinner between the families." He stated. "What families Maneora?" Daemon asked irratated. "Between the Bridgertons and Sheffields." Maneora said giving Daemerys an invitation. "Anything else?" Daemerys asked as he looked down. "The doctor weekly checkup on you is later today." He said before bowing his head and leaving. "Checkup?" Daemon asked as she chuckled. "Just to make sure my vagina isn't broken, nothing really." She said shrugging. "Now!" She said getting off him as he sat up.
"Where were we?" He asked pulling her back over his lap. "I believe I was just about to-" she started to say as he kissed her. "Daemon-" she said as he trailed down her neck. "I have a meeting-" she said feeling his hands on her over back. "Blow it off." He mumbled in between kisses. "I can't-" she said before letting out a moan. "You're the fucking Queen, you can do whatever you want." He said as she let out small whimper. "Yes." She said panting. "Yes what?" He asked looking up at her lustful eyes. "I'll stay." She said before letting out a gasp. "Good." He said laying her down on the couch.
Later that day, there she was, in a council room filled full of advisors. Bunch of asshole if you asked me. All old, and washed up men.
"For Christ sake!" She yelled slamming her fists into the table. "Enough!" She yelled glaring at the elderly men. "Daemerys-" Maneora started to say. "You are all done, except you Maneora. The rest of you, you are all fired. Get out!" She yelled as the men just sat there dumbfounded. "You can't just fire us!" One man yelled. "I can and I will. All you men except you Maneora are old and washed up. Your ideas and suggestions are are so fucking stupid, it amazes me every-time." She said clenching her jaw. "You are all fired, get out." She said as they all mumbled under their breath leaving the room. "We need new ideas." She said turning towards Maneora. "And you need a council to do so." He said in a hushed tone. "I already know who I want, Maneora. They are good and have amazing ideas and potential. I want them here by noon." she said standing up. "Who do you want my Queen?" He asked. "Besides my husband? I write you a list." She said walking out.
She knew exactly who she wanted. She had all their names written down in a personal letter to each one. She knew they- well most of them would be honored to have this.
"Viscountess, there is a letter for you along with Anthony, Eloise, and Benedict. A letter for each of you from Dragonstone." A maid said handing them a letter each. "Duchess?" A maid asked coming into the drawer room. "Yes?" Daphne asked placing August down. "A letter from Queen Daemerys." The maid said placing the letter in her hand. "What could she want?" Simon asked sitting up. "That's what I'm trying to find out." Daphne said ripping the letter open. "Is there a Ms. Penelope Featherington here?" A man ask as the Featheringtons stood up. "I am she." Penelope said being handed a letter. "Congratulations." The man said walking away. "Kate Sharma? Lady Danbury?" A man asked. "Yes?" Kate asked. "Congratulations." He said handing them letters. "Who's it from" Lady Danbury asked beginning to open her. "Queen Daemerys." Kate said trying to open her own. "Queen Dowager Alicent Hightower?." A man said bowing his head. "A letter from your step daughter." He said handing her the letter. "Thank you." Alicent said opening the letter, before reading it. "Robbert Stark?" A man asked. "Robb." He corrected. "A letter from you from Queen Daemerys." The man said handing the letter to him. "Why?" Sansa asked. "I don't know." Robb said opening the letter.
"Oh my god."
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