What started as simple infatuation became a strong, obsessive desire. Aegon Targaryen saw himself conflicted. His enemies daughter was all he wanted, and he would not be denied what he wants.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 whole feast was a mess. Viserys was taken abed, Aemond denounced the princess and her half brothers, and a fight between the boys that instantly ruined the whole night.
Now, the families were split once more. The feast did nothing resolve the tension—it might've even made it worse.
Daella sat upon an arm chair, staring at the flames as they sprouted from the hearth. She listened to Jacaerys' angry mutters as he rubbed his knuckles.
"How could mother agree to wed you to the drunk?" Lucerys frowned, rubbing his cheek, which was the same one that was pushed into the feast table by Aegon himself.
The princess sighed, shaking her head in annoyance. She was already irritated enough by the whole ordeal—and it just continued to get worse.
She ignored her half brother's words, instead, she stood up and walked to the door, clenching her fists. Before she had the chance to even exit, Daemon had entered with Rhaenyra, which made Daella step back. The two adults entered with calm expressions on their faces, despite what had just happened.
"We shall return to Dragonstone soon," Rhaenyra spoke softly, rubbing her swelled belly gently.
A sigh of relief fell from Daella's lips, she was at most delighted they would finally be returning home. She began, "Thank-"
"But not you." Daemon spoke, leaning against the wall as he crossed his arms. Both Jacaerys and Lucerys turned at those words.
Daella furrowed her eyebrows, "Not me?" She glanced at her mother, a puzzled look on her face.
"My sweet girl," Rhaenyra cooed, gently cupping her daughters face in her hands, "Alicent has requested for both you and Aegon to become acquainted, and staying here would be beneficial for when you wed-"
Daella pushed her mother's hands away, "No- that is not fair. I wish to go home with you, I do not want to be with them." She shook her head, her lips curving downwards.
Her mother frowned, "I understand, sweet girl. But everything will be alright. When you wish to return, take your dragon and come. Who knows, you might learn to enjoy the presence of Aegon." She spoke softly.
The rogue prince nodded before leaning off of the wall and approaching the young princess, "If anything happens, send a raven and I'll come." He moved a strand of hair from her face. He rarely showed his daughter affection, but when he did she always cherished it.
A small sigh escaped Daella's lips as she slowly nodded her head, "I suppose it is best..." She murmured, though she grimaced at the thought of spending time with Aegon.
