"I call her Mini Dav and DJ sometimes when she is being too much like you for her own good." Tommen went on.
"What do you say?" Davina questioned.
" DJ you can't have a dragon you are not targaryen-" tommen informed her
"Fuck that I want her to have an egg." Davina remarked. "My Goddaughter, my rules."
"DJ you wore that dress with the sparkles three days in a row can we pick another? She answers I want to wear these shoes papa, I can't wear that dress and these shoes, heres a solution papa I need another sparkly red dress." TOmmen recalled his face dead panned.
"Thats wonderful and you need to get her all the Targaryen red dresses." Davina decided.
"Tell me about the north." Tommen requested.
"What is there to tell?" Davina mused. "I played in the snow, fucked a few starks. Oh heres something vaera is engaged to cregan stark. Hes sweet. But i think he will be a problem. Siding with rhaenyra." Davina admitted.
"And yet you let him live?" Tommen mused.
"I know. I got a soft side. Who knew?"
Maeve sighed as aemond held her, closing her eyes, she felt Aemond's breathing steady against her, her hands trailed from his hair to his chest resting there.
"I cant stand you hating me."
"I could never hate you aemond. You are the father of my children the man that holds my heart." Maeve assured. "I just need time."
"Then time is what you shall get."
"And to see my mother."
"I dont think the council would -"
"Aemond-"
"Maeve its not safe. You dont know daemon. He could use you as leverage against us."
"My mother would never allow that." Maeve countered.
"Does she have total control over daemons actions?"
"Dj will have seen Fury and you are already leaving me." Tommen remarked as Davina slid down.
"Mini me!" Davina declared and little Davina gaped back at her.
"This is her?" Little Dav questioned. Tommen nodded. A shriek of excitement left her lips as she ran to davina hugging her tight. "I have wanted to meet you my whole life!"
"Thats Dj for you. No hug for daddy?" Tommen questioned.
"I love her. Im keeping her. Davi gorgeous you want to come to winterfell?" Davina questioned picking her up, little Dav wrapped her arms and legs around Davina as if they had known each other their whole lives.
"Would I ever!" Dj shouted hugging still to davina. "Oh oh I know this is fast but-"
"Dragon egg for you the moment we land." Davina assured.
"Shes a mind reader!" Dj declared.
"See tommen someone understands my brilliance." Davina agreed. "MnM i love this dress!"
"Its red and sparkles!" MD agreed.
"MnM?" TOmmen questioned.
"Mini me." Davina remarked. "Keep up... Oh mini me, I have all the red and sparkly dresses for you at winterfell. Vaeras old dresses are going to look great on you when you are older too, whatever you want. I'm going to spoil you!"
"As if I dont." TOmmen murmured.
"You don't. You kept Davina from me for years!" Dj declared.
"True." Davina agreed. "What do you say, we pack a bag and head to winterfell?"
"How do we get upstairs?" Blood questioned
"The royals live up there." Cheese countered.
"Right."
"Well, it's off limits, it is." Cheese corrected. "Different group of ratcatchers work the upstairs."
"If we're to kill a royal fucking prince, where do you think we're gonna find him?" Cheese hissed.
"I got you in the castle. I thought the rest was your bit." Cheese countered blood grabbed him by the neck.
"I could end you right here, take the rest of the gold meself."
"I know a way upstairs. I just don't know my way 'round." Cheese answered. Blood threw him down.
"Show me."
"Goodnight aemond."
"Maeve..." she turned to him.
"Can we go flying tomorrow? Zena needs her exercise. I can fly with you if it makes your council happy."
"I would love that." Aemond agreed. "Goodnight Maeve... i love you."
"Night Aemond."
"Did you not hear the prince? No head... no gold." Blood countered as Cheese looked at the mural on the wall while Blood took the coin from the table.
"Set a trap." Blood demanded.
" Huh?"
"For appearances." Blood instructed. "I'll search the next room."
"Hush little baby dont you cry mamas gonna buy you mocking bird and if that... whos there?"
"Setting traps your grace."
"Traps?" Maeve countered and suddenly a blade was at her neck and maekar was screaming. He woke up jadyn and joshua. They were all screaming.
"Quiet." Cheese demanded. "Quiet. Stay still."
"Dont hurt them. What do you want?"
"Daemon sent us... has a massage for you your grace."
"Daemon? If this is your attempt at a rescue mission you are failing. Put the blade down. You are hurting me." Maeve whimpered when a second man came in.
" Who the fuck is she?" Blood demanded.
"She's the queen, she is."
""A son for a son", he said." Blood corrected as cheese dug the blade into maeves neck. "Well, does she look like a fucking son to you?"
"Over there." Cheese nodded to the beds and the screaming and whimpering children. "We need to get our head and get out." Maeve whimpered but he hushed her.
"Which one?"
"What?"
"Pick. Which son do you love more? Whos going to lose their head?"
"No stop! Stop!" Maeve begged. "Rhaenyra is my mother. Daemon my step father. He wouldnt-"
"Son for a son and he doesnt much care for your sons. Now pick damn it or i will rape your little girl and take both their heads."
"Kill me!" Maeve countered "bring my head to my mother and tell them what daemon demanded you do." Maeve challenged "my mother the queen. The rightful fucking queen."
"Do anything but what I ask, and I'll bleed the whole lot of ya. We are taking a son and you are going to do what daemon commands or i come back and take another son."
"What does daemon want from me?"
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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? / Aemond Targaryen / House of the Dragon
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