The Gentle Queen: HOTD

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"Your grace, how are you?" Lilly waddled into her husband's chambers, sitting down near him on a cushioned chair.

"I am miserable; it seems I indulged myself with too much wine," Viserys remarked, panting as he drank water, trying to get the nauseous feeling to go away.

"Well, at least the wine was good," she joked, making Viserys chuckle slightly.

"Too good," he agreed, nodding his head.

"Did I do that?" he asked, seeing the bruise on her cheek. She looked nervous.

"Yes, you were deep in your cups, but it was my fault; I deserved it," Lilly said, truly believing she did.

"Why must you do these things?" You have such a pretty face, yet you force me to bruise it. Why?" Viserys asked with a condescending tone.

"I am not sure, husband. I will do better, I swear." Lilly said, making him nod, happy with her answer.

"What is troubling you?" she asked, pouring him another cup of water.

"Rhaenyra needs to marry; she needs a husband who will love and protect her and provide support as her consort, but she pushes every suitor away. I am not sure what to do," he expressed after a moment of silence.

"She fears for her position. I believe Rhaenyra will marry, but she must believe it to be her own choice. She must choose who will stay by her side and who will support her as a husband," she said, making him nod and sigh.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing at the letter that was set on the table.

"A letter from Vaemond Velaryon," Viserys answered, rolling his eyes after looking at the letter.

"The sea snake's brother," Lilly countered, confused, making him nod and hum in agreement as he leaned back, practically sweating through his shirt.

"May I?" she asked, pointing at it and grabbing it after receiving permission. She read it quietly. "They are asking for aid," she stated, looking up at him.

"Yes, they are," Viserys responded.

"Will you send it?" she asked.

"no"

"No, but they are your people, and they need your help." Lilly said, appalled, "Your brother, Prince Daemon, needs help." She tried to reason with the man in front of her.

"I am forever doomed to anger one person in order to please another," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I do not aim to anger you, my love, but," she started to say before Viserys stood up, knocking over his chair and startling her.

"I said no; they defied me, their king. They will either figure it out or die trying. Now get out. You are causing me another headache," he demanded, making her scurry out of the room quickly with tears in her eyes. She couldn't let Daemon die; she knew she couldn't, and if the king would not do something, she, as queen, would.

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"You asked to speak with me, father," Rhaenyra said, walking into the council room, which held only her father.

"Yes, I did. I wish to apologize for trying to push a match onto you; it was wrong, and I shouldn't have done that." Viserys said surprising her was the last thing she expected to hear from him.

"I only wish to see you happy," he continued after he was met with silence.

"You think a man will do that," Rhaenyra said, rolling her eyes as she scoffed, sitting down and shackling her head.

"No, a family would," Viserys said, shaking his head.

"I had a family, and you took that from me because of your desire for a son, a son you have gotten now," Rhaenyra shouted as tears began filling her eyes.