The (y/n) That Would Change the Realm

Chapter XI

When I woke up the next morning in Rhaenyra's room, her side of the bed was cold. She had covered me up as I was still nude, but she had gone off somewhere. I climbed out of her bed, stuffing myself into the clothes from the day before. I wanted to find her. To talk about this thing that we seemed to have. Men often coupled together but it was not often that women did. I did find her, but she didn't look happy.

"Rhaenyra? What is..." I started to ask her, pressing one hand to her elbow which was covered in wonderful golden fabric. Then, I followed her line of sight to the king and her cousin, Laena Valaryion of Driftmark. The girl could not have been older than 11. "Come on." I whispered to her before leading her around the corner to get away. We passed Princess Rhaenys, ignoring her a little as I tried to get Rhaenyra out of here quickly. 

I knew that starting any kind of fight would be deadly. "It bothers you, does it not?" Rhaenys asks Rhaenyra and I flinched a little. If no one was careful, this could turn into a massacre. Rhaenyra turned back to look at Rhaenys. "My father is a king. It is his duty to take a new wife and strengthen his line." Rhaenyra reminds her calmly. I knew that political voice of hers and I was right to keep my distance as much as I could. 

"I did not ask for a lesson in politics." Rhaenys snaps at her. "I asked whether this bothers you." She states. I stepped forward and looked down at her a little. "Laena is your daughter, Princess. The real question is does it bother you?" I asked her sweetly. She glares at me, looking as though she would hit me but I knew she would never. Not when I was Rhaenyra's favorite handmaiden. Not when I was know to be Daemon's favorite person.

"Of course it does. But I understand the order of things. I'm not sure you do, or you handmaid." She says to the two of us. Poor Rhaenyra. She informed Princess Rhaenys that if this was to make Rhaenyra develop some kind of anger from her, then she was failing. But Rhaenys decided to stop beating around the bush and lay it all out for Rhaenyra. The blunt, awful truth I wanted to shield Rhaenyra from. 

The fact that one day, Rhaenyra's father would remarry, if not to Laena then to someone else or someone else's daughter. That girl will produce new heirs and there would be a rather good chance that one of them would be a male heir. "And when that boy comes of age and your father has passed, the mend of the realm will expect him to be heir, not you." Rhaenys says with an air of finality. I snorted a little before I leaned down to Rhaenys.

"Then why am I learning to be a dothraki Queen, Princess? Especially, when I have a brother." I whispered to her in High Valyrian before standing straight up. She looked at me in horror but I knew no one would believe her. "When I am Queen, I will creat a new order." Rhaenyra says to Rhaenys who scoffs, finally taking back her control from my statement. "Because your real problem isn't Rhaenyra or the order of things is it, Princess Rhaenys." I say loudly.

"Hold your tongue." She hisses. But I was already too far gone. "It is that they denied you. 'The Queen Who Never Was'." I cooed at her with a cat like grin. "But they bent the knee to Rhaenyra and called her heir to the Throne." I hiss at her as I sit beside the awful princess. "Do you remind your fathers men of that as you carry their cups?" Rhaenys questions Rhaenyra sarcastically. But the world according to Rhaenys was the only one she saw.

Even according to her, men would set the realm on fire before watching a woman sit on the Iron Throne. Then she left us alone. "I have to go, Rhaenyra. But I'll return before the day's end. I will be home before you go to bed." I promise her before I rushed off. Arriving at the dragons keep, I was stopped. The head keeper ordered me back to the castle for an emergency meeting of the Council. I stormed into the room, glaring at each man before driving my knife into the table.

"I am, for all purposes, a lady. Why am I being ordered her like a common dog, Your Grace?" I demanded. He gestured for me to sit but I remained standing. Like I had told him, I wasn't a dog. "It occurred in the blackness of night, my lords, during the Hour of the Bat. The thief eluded our pursuit." A man from the keep says from behind me and looked at him, finally taking a seat beside Otto Hightower, the cunt from hell. 

"How is it possible that a dragon's egg was stolen out from beneath more than fifty Dragonkeepers?" Viserys asked and I felt my stomach sink. I knew, somehow, it was Daemon. I let out a loud sigh, cursing gently in Dothraki. "It was Prince Daemon, Your Grace." I state, standing and turning towards the keeper. "If it was him, I know what he took." I promise the keeper, taking the man softly by his elbows.

I ushered the man off, telling him I could finish up without him. "The Prince left a missive, which I believe might explain." Otto says before the head Maester began reading the letter which he had left behind when he had robbed the dragon keep. "'It is the pleasure of Daemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne to announce he wishes to take a second wife, in the tradition of Old Valyria'." The Maester reads. 

Wished to? Meaning he hadn't yet? God, what was Daemon doing? "'Upon accepting the proposal she is to assume the title'..." The Maester stops, reading the same line over and over again. He glances at the King, then at the hand of the king before he sucks in a breath. "'Upon accepting the proposal she is to assume the title Lady (y/n) of Dragonstone'." The Maester says with finality. You could hear a pin drop if you were so lucky.

Me? Daemon wanted me? "When Her Grace is with child, she is to have a dragon's egg placed in the babe's cradle in the custom of House Targaryen'." The Maester finishes as I sink into the chair I had been occupying. But I wasn't pregnant. Why did Daemon take the egg now if I wasn't yet pregnant? Why was he even proposing to me at all? "The Prince has invited you to his wedding, Your Grace, should Lady (y/n) accept." The Maester adds.

I glanced at the King. I wanted to say yes. I desperately wanted to say yes. "It seemed Daemon enjoyed you." Otto mutters to me. He was calling me a whore. Standing up, I pulled my knife out of the table and pressed it to Otto's throat. None of the guards reacted but all the Lords stood up and the King put up his hackles. "If you wanted me so desperately, then you should have paid for the pleasure." I hissed at Otto Hightower. 

"I know that my dowrey was nothing. My mother should have given me to Daemon and the truth is, I would have gone with him." I admitted to him. The tip of my blade remained pressed into Hightower's throat as I sat on the table. Since I left Rhaenyra, I had changed into my riding clothes. A pair of pants, knee-high lace up boots, a loose white shirt which was held tightly to my skin with a pitch black corset, and leather gloves. 

"You do not get to call me a whore after Daemon paid off my family's debt. Call it a favour. Would you have paid 5,000 gold dragons for the pleasure of my time?" I demanded him. "Now, I have somewhere to be, but once I'm done, I will be Lady (y/n) of Dragonstone and I am honored." I told Otto before placing a slice on his cheek. I then slide off the table. Before I left the room, I bowed to Rhaenyra and kissed her knuckles. 

"Which egg did Daemon take, (y/n)?" Rhaenyra demanded. I turned slightly towards her, a soft smile curving my lips. Daemon was always looking to inflict pain on his brother when needed. Unfortunately, this time it would hurt Rhaenyra too. "The egg that was birthed by Dreamfyre, Princess Rhaenyra. The one that we chose for Baelon's Cradle." I say to her, trying to be as kind as possible before I left the castle. I had to go to Vaes Dothraki.

It was late when I finally arrived at the home. "Where is my father?" I demanded my brother, Drogo who was the first of his name. "Dead, sister. He is dead, Khaleesi." Drogo told me. I shake my head softly before reaching to touch his face. "I was not made to be a Dothraki Queen. And I cannot." I told him before looking at the body of my father. "Tell them that I have run from my duty." I begged him. 

He shakes his head softly and bends his face. "I have not produced heirs. It is to you to be Khaleesi." He continues but I shake my head. "I cannot. I have a man I love, he would never settle for this...and I would never settle for anyone but him." I told Drogo. He nods and turns away. "Go now. And I will tell all that you left. But never come back. Promise me." He orders and I nod. I run to Ebony and climb upon her back, taking off before anyone could question that I was here.