What started as simple infatuation became a strong, obsessive desire. Aegon Targaryen saw himself conflicted. His enemies daughter was all he wanted, and he would not be denied what he wants.
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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 enveloped Daella as she sat confined in her chambers, her anger manifesting in the furious picking at her fingernails. The betrayal of Aegon crowning himself king was a bitter taste she couldn't rid from her thoughts.
How could he do this? She fumed internally. How could he betray me like this? Her rage boiled over, and she hurled a tray of empty goblets onto the floor, the clatter echoing in the oppressive quiet.
Imprisoned in her own chambers, she felt powerless, the walls of her room closing in on her. Her only solace was the hope that Rhaenys had warned her mother. Perhaps rescue would come.
Meanwhile, in the small council chambers, Aegon sat as the new king, a mantle that weighed heavily on his shoulders. He clasped his hands together, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as his thoughts drifted to Daella. His future wife, his love, now turned against him. The thought gnawed at him, filling him with anger and frustration. Why couldn't she just understand?
"And what of the princess?" Lord Lannister's voice broke through the silence, a pointed question hanging in the air. "She intended to escape just the foretime ago. She is certainly a traitor."
The council fell into an uneasy silence, their eyes shifting nervously toward the king, aware of his deep obsession with the princess.
Aegon clenched his jaw, his anger barely contained. "She is to be my wife. Your queen. Speak such words about the princess again, and you shall find yourself without a tongue," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Lord Lannister immediately recoiled, his face paling as he stammered an apology. "My apologies, Your Grace..."
Otto Hightower, always the strategist, observed Aegon carefully. "Mayhaps wedding Rhaenyra's daughter wouldn't be wise, my king. You will gain no power," he suggested, his tone measured.
"I care not for power, she is not a fucking pawn!" Aegon yelled, slamming his fists onto the table with a resounding thud. He took a deep breath, striving for calm, "I am the king. I shall choose whom I wed, and I want Daella," he snapped, his eyes blazing with determination.
The council members exchanged wary glances, the tension in the room palpable. Aegon's decision was final, and they knew better than to challenge the will of their king.
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After the small council meeting ended, Aegon sighed deeply as he walked down the dimly lit halls of the Red Keep, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. His mind was a tempest of anger and frustration, fueled by the recent news that Rhaenyra had crowned herself queen. His rage was barely contained as he made his way to Daella's chambers.
The guards, sensing his volatile mood, quickly moved aside, opening the heavy wooden door to let him pass. He entered with determined strides, his eyes immediately finding Daella seated on the grand bed.
