𝔍𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 ℑ𝔰𝔰𝔞, 𝔇𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 ℑ𝔰𝔰𝔞

The Rogue Prince- Interlude

Larissa holds out for two years. Her daughter's stubbornness knows no bounds.

In spite - and bitterness, if one was to ask Larissa - Rhea had refused to inform Daemon of his children's existence and all but forbade everyone from doing so as well.

Which was an act of treason against the Crown.

Larissa waits...and waits...and waits.

Until finally, her chance presents itself.

Rhea leaves to attend a two moons long hunt, taking most of the able bodied men with her.

The night after the hunting party leaves finds Larissa in the rookery, two missives in hand.

She sends the first missive to Kings Landing and the other to the Stepstones.

Now all she has to do is wait.

~°~

Daemon Targaryen (a week after the missives were sent)

As the air cooled around him and his younger bed partner - or cot partner - Daemon distracted himself by staring up at the tent roof.

His partner - Laenor Velaryon - tapped him on the chest to get his attention.

"What bothers you, my prince? Is it your beloved wife again? Or are you thinking about my betrothed?"

My betrothed. That got a tiny huff out of him, and he smiled. Dragons were such possessive creatures. Laenor - for all his inclinations and appetites - would sooner let Seasmoke raze Kings Landing to the floor than allow anyone who wasn't himself or Daemon think of Rhaenyra in a way that he considered to be salacious.

"My mind is empty right now, zaldritsos. It's just- Rhea. She's not written me in the two years we've been wasting away here. I thought we were on the verge of reconciliation, but I fear I may have ruined it by answering your father's war summons."

Laenor leaned his head up and pressed kisses along Daemon's jaw. "Leave the thoughts of her be. She's not even here, and yet she torments you. That woman will never appreciate you as you are."

As if by some divine joke on the gods' part, Ser Joffrey Lonmouth, Knight of Kisses - Laenor's permanent lover - barged into the tent, clutching what seemed to be parchment in his hand.

"Prince Daemon, dearest," his low, dulcet voice called out, making his way over to where they laid in bed. "Missive for you, from Runestone."

Daemon eased himself into a sitting position and took the missive from Joffrey.

With careful fingers, so as not to break the seal, he unrolled the parchment and began reading.

At first, he smiled when he noticed that the missive was was from his good-mother, Larissa...only to quirk an eyebrow when he spotted the urgency in her writing.

By the time he was through reading, he was in so much shock that he re-read it to confirm what he'd seen the first time.

Two children. Twins. Vaenaera and Aerion Starflame of Houses Royce and Targaryen. Two years of age. Rhea is on a two moons hunting trip. Come quickly.

Fuck.

His mind was running through several thoughts at once and his breathing picked up speed. Could Rhea had truly -