Fire and Blood | A.Targaryen

One Kneed Loyalty

Warnings - threats, mentioned sh, mentioned sh scars, child neglect, themes of child abuse, child loss, still birth, funerals, grief

A/N - I am really excited for the new season and already have a lot of ideas for how I imagine it will play out so hopefully you will enjoy the finished product I've posted this chapter a while ago on Tumblr and ao3 so sorry for those of you who are only reading it on here, but here it is I kept forgetting to post this chapter one this platform since I'm not active on Wattled as much as I used to be so for that I am sorry. For any Marauders fans that are possibly reading this I have posted a new fic on ao3 called Black Star.

THANK YOU FOR READING < 3

NEW CHAPTER SOON

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I paced my room. The once wonderous halls of Dragon Stone now just as dull as King's Landing. Pacing and pacing and pacing. Book heavy in my hands as I weighed all my previous actions. Was it worth it? Was he worth it?

I felt a mellowed anger. Anger towards my father. Anger towards Aemond. Jace and Luke had looked so betrayed not even my sisters could bare to look at me and yet, even with their faces before me the flash of their faces from the night that caused the conflict my heart still beat with his. I stopped, throwing my book onto my bed watching as it bounced slightly.

I jumped, turning my head at the click of the lock of my door - my father had locked me in here.

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  His hand tightly wrapped around my arm as Rhaenyra followed after us as best as she could, "Daemon she is young, she doesn't understand." her voice called out too my father and still it fell on deaf ears. He threw my doors open the arm holding me tossed me into my room. I fell to the floor pain swimming through my thigh.

"And yet she is old enough to whore around with the enemy." I swallowed, tears brimming my eyes. He walked over to me, crouching down to my level, "you will never see him again do you understand?" His lip curled the cold sneer brushing my nose - I turned my head away.

I fell onto my hands as his fingers clasped around my jaw pulling my face towards him again, "Do. You. Understand?" I stared into his eyes searching for any sign of remorse, but they were cold, blood thirsty, furious. He opened his mouth mockingly as if begging me to say the words and I did...

"Yes sir, I understand..." His eyes travelled across my face trying to find any kind of sign of disobedience, but all he found was fear.

"Good."

Finally the tears fell with the clicking of a lock.

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Fear choked me as I stared with wide eyes at the door, my heart hammering against the cage of ribs in my chest. I held my breath as the door opened only for the hammering to stop and my breathing regulate.

Relief removing the strangling fingers of fear.

"Y/n," my grandmother breathed opening her arms. I ran towards her with a sob. She shushed me and brushed her fingers through my hair slowly shuffling us to perch on the end of my bed. "Oh my sweet girl," she lulled into my hair.

I inhaled her scent squeezing my eyes shut, willing the world to disappear, my mind going back to how she comforted me like this the day...the day of my mother's funeral.

"I love him," I whispered into her chest-plate only now noticing that she was in her armour. The cold metal cooling my warm tears. "I'm sorry." I felt her nod in consideration. Taking it all in.