Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? / Aemond Targaryen / House of the Dragon

12. Good Girl

"Hi uncle Dae- bye uncle Daemon." Avalon called out as daemon was grabbed and dragged away he grumbled the whole way to the throne room where he was thrown down. Daemon heard the door slam shut and Viserys shoes slapping aggressively against the ground, he looked up to his brother from the floor.

'My daughter." Viserys shouted kicking daemon, he groaned from the ground in pain. 'Won't you even deny it?'

"Your uncle," ty tsked. "Every time he comes into town he stirs up trouble."

"He didnt with me." Avalon corrected. "Im a good girl."

"All good girls are bad girls that havent been caught." Ty countered a smirk on his lips that made her stomach flutter.

"No, no, i think im a good girl." Avalon blushed back.

"Your brother is nothing but trouble." Rupert hissed.

"Yours is no walk in the park either." Davina sassed.

"Good point." Rupert agreed. "You were up a lot last night, are you alright?"

"A flu." Davina answered. 

"This is why you should spend more time with the dragons and less with humans, the dragons wont get you sick."

"I need a life outside of the dragons." 

"Since when?" Rupert countered. "How do you expect-"

"Rupert can we not?" Davina begged. "I'm tired of this."

"Tired of what?" Rupert countered. 

"Fighting with you about the dragons." Davina answered desperately. 

"Oh my little killer," Rupert smirked. 

'Wed her to me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra. I'll take her as she is, and wed her in the tradition of our house.' Daemon offered and Viserys couldn't help but chuckle, he was not that stupid.

'You are already wed.' Viserys reminded him

'That didn't stop Aegon the Conqueror from taking a second wife.' Daemon offered

'You are no conqueror. You are a plague... sent to destroy me.'

'Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife and we will return the House of the Dragon to its proper glory.'

'Of course. It's not my daughter you lust for, is it? It's my throne. Go back to the Vale, Daemon, to your lawful wife. Strive to restore whatever scrap of honor remains in you. Or don't. Matters not to me. As long as you are gone from my sight for good.'

"It's crazy! I mean, Rhaenyra is trouble but come on Daemon is so old!" Avalon declared. 

"Tell me how you really feel gorgeous." Daemon said from behind her. 

"Hi." She squeaked out. 

"Go on you were saying something about my age." 

"Yes... you look amazing for thirty.... three?"

"29 thank you very much." Daemon corrected. 

'Have you spoken to her?'

'No.'

'It is not in Rhaenyra's nature to be deceitful. I cannot say the same for your brother.' Alicent reminded him

'You believe he lied?'

'How often does he speak the pure truth? How does confessing to such things serve him? By reducing you.' Alicent offered and Viserys sighed.

"Am I really bad at talking to people? I think I angered my uncle, I thought he was older, like fathers age but... now I feel bad but he ran off, I think I made him mad." 

"No my sweetling." Ty countered. "Your father commanded Daemon leave his sight."

"Oh, why? Because of what he might have done with Rhaenyra?" Avalon questioned. 

"Seems so." Ty answered. 

'Whatever transpired, Rhaenyra is not innocent.' Viserys reminded Alicent. 

''Only because Daemon tried to corrupt her.''

'Daemon and Rhaenyra share the blood of the dragon. They are restless and chaotic.' Viserys told her

'She swore to me that she remains a maiden. And I believe her.'

"You should have named Avalon." Davina remarked. Rhaenyra scowled back at her from the doorway. "She's a good girl."

"Davina.' Viserys begged.

"You are right, the world would eat her up and spit her back out." Davina agreed. "Rhaenyra however... she's nothing but trouble, a bit too much like me and you wouldnt make me queen." But Davina was Queen of the dragons.

'The responsibility I have handed to you, the burden of this knowledge... it is larger than the throne, the king. It is larger than you and your desires. Jaehaerys would've disinherited you.' Viserys declared. 

''For a lie?' Rhaenyra countered 'You've yet to ask me for the truth of what happened.''

"What happened?" Davina questioned. 

"Davina, leave us." Viserys demanded before turning back to Rhaenyra. 'The truth does not matter, Rhaenyra. Only perception. You have exposed yourself. Now we must both suffer the consequences.' Viserys told her solemnly.

"I like the truth but thats just me I guess." Davina murmured heading out.  "but no one cares what I have to say clearly, I'm a problem among people, I'm no good unless I'm with dragons... blah, blah- fucks sake Larys dont sneak up on people when they are ranting about their shitty relationships!" Davina demanded. 

"I'm so sorry princess, I didnt realize I was sneaking, with the cane..." he tapped it before them. "It usually gives me away." 

"Well it didnt." Davina corrected. "As I said, ranting."

"Might I be of any assistance, princess?" Larys questioned. 

"No, yes... no." Davina shook her head. "I can handle my own shit. Thanks though." 

"I'm here if you ever need anything, and I do mean anything." Davina smirked over her shoulder at him as she continued down the hall. 

"If you mean murder, I'm more than capable of taking out my opponents all by my little ole self." Davina assured. "They would never see it coming because who's afraid of little old me?"