Burning Love: Daemon Targaryen x Laena Velaryon

The Beginning|15|

Today was the day the King would announce who he would take as his new wife. The council room was filled with all who were needed. The moment Marcella stood by her father, not liking the look Lord Coryls held, the smugness that radiated off him

"Good morning, my lords," Viserys said with a tense smile. Many understood why the king did not wish to take another wife but needed to, as he had a duty to the realm.

"I have decided to take a new wife. The realm needs a new queen. So I intend to marry." Viserys started to announce that Corly's face was smug, thinking his blood would be on the throne with his daughter being the queen.

"The Lady Alicent High Tower before springs end," he finished saying, watching his daughters reactions as Alicent smiled; she would be queen.

"This is absurdity." My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm." Lord Corlys shouted

"And I am your king, and your daughter is a child," the king replied to him in a deathly serious voice, making the man storm out of the room.

"Rhaenyra," he said as she stormed out of the room.

"Marcella," he said, looking at her as she tensely smiled. "Congratulations, father, Lady Alicent. I hope you have a long and wonderful marriage." Marcella was curtsying them both.

"Thank you, Princess." Alicent said, smiling wide, that she would be queen and that her blood would be on the throne one way or another.

"Excuse me," Alicent said before leaving the room to find her friend, which she did in her chambers.

"Rhaenyra," Alicent said as she walked into the room.

"What do you want, Alicent? You betrayed me by marrying my father and taking my throne." Rhaenyra shouted at her, making Alicent shake her head.

"No, I am marrying your father and becoming queen, where I will be able to defend you, ruin Marcella, and push for you to be heir. I will be your father's wife. He is a man. All I need to do is take off my dress, and he will do whatever I want," Alicent said, smirking and making her smile.

"And if you have a son," Rhaenyra asked after a moment,

"Then you marry him; you won't have to worry about marriage for a while, or if you have a daughter, marry her to my son, or if you have a son, marry my daughter to her so they can rule together our blood on the throne for centuries, Nyra."

"You evil genius," Rhaenyra said before they both laughed, hugging each other.

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"Alicent Hightower" was all Marcella said as she walked into her father's chambers, making a nod.

"I knew you didn't like it." Visery sighed.

"I never said that," she said, furrowing her brows.

"Your tone, my dear; you are my daughter. I know all," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to sit next to him.

"I know Alicent, and you don't get along well. I know she and Rhaenyra have not been the nicest to you, and I am sorry for that," he started.

"Why did you choose her? Has she been visiting you again? She came to your chambers after mother died. Has she come to you again?" She asked, cutting him off.

"She has come to me a few times, never at night, just during the day we speak about histories and a common interest we share. I will never love her. I only love one woman like that, and that was your mother, but I do think I can be at peace and ok in a marriage with her over Laena and the other options I had," he explained, making her nod.