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 TWO ✧✦
⤷ SIXTEEN; defiled to disinherit ⤶
RETURNING TO HER CHAMBERS when day fell, the princess bid her loyal guard a goodnight before closing her door. Only when she took a few steps into her chamber did she notice the dirty bag hanging to one of her many chairs.
Picking it up, holding it as if it were a disease with the tip of her fingers before dumping it onto the table to reveal a dirty lowborn outfit and a map. Opening it to see that it was a map of the red keep, of Maegor's hidden passageways.
Looking at her wall panels before pushing a piece of furniture away, and lo and behold. The passageway was revealed.
"Dany give me strength." Rhaenyra said breathlessly as she looked into the dark passageway. "Fuck it."
To change into such filth was a horrid experience for Rhaenyra, her quiet complaints heard by no one. Following the passage quickly only to find Daemon leaning against the wall in a similar attire.
Ignoring her look of confusion as he grasps her wrist leading her down the many steps. "Where in seven hells are you taking me?" She asks as they finally leave the dark passageway into the lively streets.
Looking quiet baffled at the scenes in front of her, after all she had never been out after dark especially in her dangerous capital at least not without many guards by her side. Only Dany held enough courage to do such a thing.
Watching in absolute awe as she watched the lowborn make the bests of their lives, not seeming to care for her at all. She was no one in that moment.
"Fuck off, Boy." A drunken harshly spat at her as he shoved her, knocking her out of her daze.
"He called me boy." She laughed happily as she followed Daemon through flee bottom. "Do you wish to your death, child?" A blind and false witch croaked out at them but with his eyes rolling, daemon pulled her away.
It was not long before the two Targaryens came to a stop in a crowd full of rowdy people, all to watch a play. One about her life. "And now we come to the matter of the great chair.. and whose bum might bear it. Our good King... names his daughter, his heir. The Wrong Daughter."
Deep anger began to build in Rhaenyra as she watched the dirt ridden people play out her life. "But then to him, a babe is born." The actors dramatically reenact the birth of her beastly half brother. "A son!" The speaker declared. "To which heir might the chair bear? Who will it be? The brother? The back up daughter? Or will it be the oblivious princeling?"
The speaker then looks out to the crowd with a shit eating girl "Or will it be her. The Realms Healer." Behind him was a beautifully painted picture of her sister. "The daughter we all know should have been chosen. The one who has helped us more than any ruler before."
