𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸-𝓰𝓸𝓭

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"What the fuck have you done?"

Rhaenyra had tears in her eyes looking at Daemon, who sat across her with neutral expression on his face. He came back from Harrenhal. Since Raella's death he hadn't experienced any emotion, and his wife saw that. He changed. Earlier he was cruel too, but now he was also emotionless. Something she never expected from him. And after what he's done to Helaena. To her children. She was Raella's best friend, for gods sake. But from his face she could tell he didn't care anymore. Only thing that mattered was that his daughter was murdered. He shrugged. Simply didn't cared. Rhaenyra took a shaky breath. 

"You murdered her child on her eyes. These men fucking tried to rape them! Are you fucking crazy, Daemon?! They forced a young girl to chose which one of her kids will die!"

Daemon laughed. Rhaenyra in rage and tears stopped in the middle. 

"You're fucking laughing? You know what Raella would say?"

He grimaced as he stood up and banged his fist on table. 

"She can't say anything because these bastard murdered her! Do I need to remind you who it was?! Aemond and Aegon! I only wanted to kill son of this bastard, because other ones child is already dead with Raella!"

Rhaenyra looked up and placed her hands on her forehead to calm herself down. She breathed deeply, trying to stop herself from hitting her husband or doing something worst. She tried to stop herself from crying and screaming, because soon there will be meeting of black council. She couldn't be in that state. She needed to be neutral. She needed to be calm. 

"You do something like that again, I will fucking kill you."

Daemon laughed a little, but Rhaenyra this time didn't asked him why. She didn't wanna know. 


She heard the whispers. She heard everything from guards. Her head was shaved. Her hair. Her beautiful hair. She cried silently in the corner. She didn't want to notify guards that she was awake. But one day they found out, when they brought a new prisoner. With Aegon, who also looked at her cell where she was in the corner. Her eyes glowing in the dark. They were dead like she was supposed to be. After hours of crying, with shaved hair she looked terrifying. But Aegon only laughed stopping in front of her. 

"So this is Realms Beauty right? What happened to you? Your Daddy and Mommy didn't come to rescue? Your dearest husband?" 

Raella rushed to bars, gripping them tight when Aegon stepped back quickly. 

"Don't ever say that again." 

Her voice that once smoothed all your problems like a touch of silk was now strained and scary. Grotesque. Guards and Aegon himself didn't recognized her anymore. Sweet girl that she once was. Princess, beauty. Good wife and soon to be a mother. Loving and caring. Smiling always wide and soft. She was dead, but at the same time standing right there in the cell. 

Aegon finally laughed once again. 

"No-one knows you're here, only me and sir Criston Cole. He won't save you. And after what your father did? You will beg to be dead. Like your brother." 

Raella froze by the bars. 

"What?" 

Aegon laughed looking at her with pity. 

"Right. You don't know. Aemond killed Lucerys. One bastard less." 

Princess hands slipped from bars. She tried not to cry so much. Luke. Her twin was dead. Part of her was dead. And Aemond did that. Aemond killed their child and killed Lucerys. Tears fell down her cheeks finally. After fighting with them. The only man she ever loved killed her beloved brother. Their unborn child. He killed everything good in her. She then learned how to truly hate. She felt the true hatred for the first time. To man behind the bars. And to her husband. No, he wasn't that anymore. He was a monster. 

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