Burning Love: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

His Chambers|9|

Otto walked through the halls before stopping when he heard a soft sob come from the queen's chambers, confusing him before he walked to the door, pushing it open quietly to find the young princess on the floor, surrounded by the late queen's belongings.

"Princess?' He whsipered quietly, catching her attention.

"Lord Otto, um..... what are you doing here?" She asked, wiping her tears quickly.

"I heard someone crying in here and saw it to be you. I wished to make sure you were okay," he admitted, walking further into the room, sitting on the floor near her.

"My father told me to go through my mother's things. It has been a week since her death. Father couldn't, as it hurt too much to come in here, so I told him I would, but I didn't expect it to hurt this much." She explained, and he listened. He didn't know what to say to make her feel better.

"Why do the gods take the best first? Shouldn't they take the bad people and the world, not the good, and my mother was the good? The castel is cold; it has lost its warmth.".

"There is not much I can say to make you feel better, and I am not sure how the gods work or why they do such things, but I do know everything happens for a reason, and I am sure your mother is more at peace now that she is reunited with the children she lost.

"I suppose you are right," she whispered, smiling at him softly.

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Viserys looks at Aemma's wedding ring. the ring she wore on her hand for nearly ten and eight years. He sighed in sadness, kissing the ring as he thought of his sweet wife. Before looking at the doors, when they were opened by a guard letting Alicent in,

"Lady Alicent, Your Grace," the guard announced, catching his attention.

"Lady Alicent," Viserys said, confused as to why the girl was in his chambers at such an hour. "What can I do for you, my lady?" he asked, setting Aemma's ring into a box with a piece of cloth.

"I thought I would come and check on you, Your Grace." Alicent said, walking further into the room, "It is such a tragic time, a time where one shouldn't be alone." She continued sending him a light smile, making him even more confused.

"I brought a book," she said, lifting it to his view.

"That is very kind; thank you," Viserys said, looking back down at the box he held. Alicent took his silence as a means to continue, so she sat near him and continued.

"It is a favorite of mine, and I do know how passionate you are for the history."

"Yes, I am," Visery replied, still not giving her his full attention until she spoke again.

"When my mother died, people only ever spoke to me in riddles." She started making him look at her. "All I wanted was for someone to say that they were sorry for what happened to me, so I am very sorry, Your Grace."

He sighed and nodded. "I am sorry for your loss as well, Alicent. I was told your mother was a great lady."

"Yes, she was a great lady, just as Queen Aemma was," Alicent said, making him nod and smile.

"Yes, my dear wife was a wonderful woman. Now, Lady Alicent, it is quite late, and although I appreciate your visit, I think it is time you leave." Viserys said, making her angry that she was being dismissed, but she held her tongue and nodded.

"Of course, your grace, good night," she said as she stood up and curtsied just as the door opened, making them both look at it.

"Princess Marcella," the guard announced as she walked into the room.

"Lady Alicent," she said, confused as to why the girl was in her father's chambers.

"Princess" Alicent greeted her back, giving a curtsy "I was just leaving your grace," she said, bowing to Viserys before taking her leave quickly.

"What was she doing here?" she asked her father, who sighed and shook his head.

"She just wished to offer me her condolences and some comfort, apparently." Viserys said she was still a little confused about the whole thing.

"huh."

"What is wrong, my dear? It is late; you are normally asleep by now," Visery commented, looking at his window and seeing how dark it was.

"I had a nightmare about my mother," she whispered, her voice cracking as she tried not to break down in tears.

"Oh Marcella, come here," he said, opening his arms, and she ran to them, crying.

"I want her back, Daddy." She cried out, making him sigh.

"I know, sweety. I know I want the same thing, but I know she is at peace now." He whispered, "She gets to meet my siblings finally." Marcella whispered, making him laugh through his own tears.

"Yes, yes, she does," he agreed as she curled into his side.

"Your mother and I always imagined how our lives would be if your siblings had survived." Viserys commented, and she giggled.

"Well, I can promise you that many more pranks on Rhaenyra would have happened," she said, making him laugh out loud.

"By the way, how did you get the bucket of water on the door?" Visery asked, remembering the prank she pulled a few weeks ago.

"Oh, Ser Derek helped. He is quite tall, and Rhaenyra was being rude. He saw it happen, so he helped me," Marcella replied, giggling.

"Ah, I am glad you have had Ser Derek and Ser Caleb by your side. It is quite unusual for one to be so close with their sworn guard, but you three have a strong friendship," he said, thinking of the two men who have been by her side since they were both ten and five and she was only nine.

"Yes, we do have a great friendship, and now, Ser Grant, the newer knight, you have added to my service for when I go to Flea Bottom. He is nice and funny."

"Never change, Marcella; please keep being your kind self," he asked, looking down at her.

"I will," she promised.

"Read to me," she requested, making him nod. "Choose a book," he told her.