Rogue | Daemon&Rhaenyra

3.0

The early hours of the morning are rather peaceful, until the news finally reaches Dragonstone. The death of Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen. The beheading of a child, supposedly at the hand of the Black Queen.

Rhaenyra the Cruel.

Certainly, the rumors are just that, rumors. Though unfortunately the Greens seem rather content on blaming Rhaenyra for the death of the child.

The day could've been so perfect.

Saerra and Rhaenyra had woken up in each other's arms, yet this horrible news brings them into a state of shock and despair, in which the Black Queen is being blamed.

" And they are accusing me of having a hand in this?"

" It appears so," The maester says," There have been messages sent to that effect throughout the realm."

" We must send our own messages, denying this vile allegation," Saerra says as she and her wife hold hands.

" I will do so at once, but I'm not sure they will be received in good faith."

" And we must double our guard, here and in Driftmark," Rhaenyra adds," There will be swift retribution in one form or another–"

" I have seen to it, Your Grace," Lord Celitgar interjects.

Rhaenyra's eldest son and heir enters the Great Hall, hands resting on his sword as he approaches the painted table," Let me fly out on Vermax. Rhaenys is needed in the Gullet and I can watch for movements from King's Landing."

" No," Rhaenyra swiftly denies.

" It must be said that the damage to our position is immeasurable, at a time when we most need loyalty to our cause," Lord Celtigar interjects one more.

" But it's a lie," Rhaenyra stutters out of pure disbelief," Having lost my own son, that I would inflict such a thing on Helaena, of all people... an innocent.

" The death of Prince Lucerys was a shock and an insult," Alfred Broome starts," A mother so aggrieved might, naturally, seek relief in retribution."

" Are you suggesting, Ser Alfred, that my grief drove me to order the decapitation of a child?" Rhaenyra angrily questions.

" I merely thought, perhaps, an action taken in haste."

" Mind yourself," Rhaenys says softly yet sternly, her gaze focused on Daemon.

Only now does Saerra follow her father's wife's gaze to see that at the end of them is her own husband. Rhaenyra seems to figure it out quite quickly, and soon dismisses the council. The Queen grabs Saerra's hands as they walk together to the Queen's chambers with Daemon trailing behind them.

"Did you send assassins to murder children in their beds?" Rhaenyra demands as they enter the room.

"I sent the queen's vengeance for her son," Daemon says, sitting down with a bowl of porridge in front of him.

"What did you tell this vengeance?" Rhaenyra asks, her voice rising, "What did you say to him, Daemon, that a boy lies dead and I am accused of killing it?"

"Mysaria provided me with names and a subterfuge," Daemon responds, his tone defensive, "I was clear in my instructions: Aemond, the brother of Aegon the Usurper. I cannot be responsible for a mistake."

"Cannot be responsible?" Saerra asks in disbelief, "If Aemond was not to be found, what were your instructions then?"

Daemon sighs, his frustration evident, "They did not concern, in any way, that of a little child."