ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞
⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to...
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✧✦ PART ONE ✦✧
⤷ EIGHT; the back up heir ⤶
LOOSING SOMEONE WHO YOU TRULY LOVED would never be easy and in both the princesses cases, it was proven to be more difficult.
Where Rhaenyra stayed to her dearest friend with the attempt of gaining Daenys' undoubted attention, Daenys was silent. Seen in the training yards, on dragon back. Anything that was far from her father who she had yet to have a proper conversation with since her mothers passing.
Back from a flight, a servant ran up to her bowing "Princess the king has summoned you in the small council chamber, immediately."
Sighing in annoyance, Daenys made her way to the throne room stinking of dragon. The doors were opened for her and it seemed as if her father was waiting for her, Rhaenyra already pouring wine into the cups with a frown on her face.
"Daughter it is good to see you here." King Viserys spoke with a nervous expression "It seems we have yet so see each other in some time."
Humming in agreement "Yes it seems my obvious need to be far away from you still has yet to hit your thick skull." Gapping in shock at the princesses words as she sat down in a huff, not ever hearing such a tone from the girl. "Why was I summoned?"
Ser Otto coughed slightly drawing her attention onto him "It seems that your Uncle toasted to Prince Baelon" Narrowing her lilac eyes dangerously at him as he continued "Styling him 'The Heir for a Day."
Daenys face flushed hot at the hands revelation, as did her fathers and sisters. "I corroborated this report with three separate witnesses. This evening was, by all accounts a....celebration."
With angry eyes Daenys barked at a servant "Send for my uncle immediately in the throne room." The servant nodded quickly before rushing out to find him. Without being excused the princess marched out of the room with fire in her eyes, strutting to throne room with her father racing after her.
It was only a moment before she arrived leaning against the pillar of her grandsire's carving, hiding away from everyone as her father sat on top of the ugly chair, his kings guard surrounding him.
Watching as her uncle strutted in smugly as he locked eyes with his brother, not realising that she was there. "You cut the image of the conqueror, brother." So smug and conceited looking it made Daenys narrow her eyes once again.
In a surprisingly cold tone her father spoke "Did you say it?"
Feigning confusion "I don't know what you mean." Damon commented with a smirk. "You will address me as 'Your Grace' or I will have my kings guard cut out your tongue." Viserys seethed clutching blackfyre tightly as he glared hatefully at his brother.
