𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙵? [𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜]

𝒟𝒶𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃 𝒾

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒾

Daemon left for Harrenhal when the war began. He knew he would raise in army for his queen, Rhaenyra. His arrival at Harrenhal was well welcomed and expected but what he did not expect was to see a woman of Targaryen descent.

There were two Strong women on Herranhal. Alys was one of them, she looked more strong than anything else. The other resembled a Targaryen. A pure blooded Targaryen at that.

She was quiet and meek or so he believed. Alyss seemed older than her, Daemon would wager she was her mother. Nonetheless that did not matter. He didn't care, at first at least. The girl took to herself and her duties. Simon Strong spoke highly of her and how he wished he could legitimize her.

Daemon would watch her during her morning duties. She would watch her play with the children and help the maids a with their duties. Daemon wonder if she had time for herself. When Daemon's vision or dreams as he would call them began Alys Rivers seemed to always be there to witness his "moments". He found it odd and convenient that she was.

More often than not he would see the girl speaking in whispers to Alys, it seemed like she scolding or warning Alys. The girl seemed to run off as soon as she would see Daemon walk in her direction. Daemon thought nothing of it, until he saw young Rhaenyra sowing back Jaehaerys' head. By then, Daemon had seen plenty of Harrenhal's ghost and he was tired of it.

On that night, she came across the little tower the girl would stay at. It was big enough for her chambers and a little room where she would make her herbs, teas and such. "Is a bit late to be out and about, do you not think, your grace?" she asked as she mixed her herbs. Daemon did not say anything, he simply kept his eyes on her. "Your grace?" she called out. "What is your name?" Daemon asked. He had been there for sometime yet he had not learned her name. "Does it matter what my name is?" the girl asked. "Yes" he replied. "Aelora" she replied. "Aelora what?" Daemon asked. "Rivers" she replied. "I'm a bastard girl, my king" Daemon was not convinced of her words.

She seemed familiar to him. Perhaps a distant cousin. Targaryen men were known sired bastards whenever they could get a chance. "Who is your mother? Your father?" Daemon asked. "I never knew them. Lyonel Strong found me when I was a babe and brought me here" she replied. "Here drink this" she saw as she hand him the cup. Daemon looked at the cup in her hand. "This will help you sleep at night" she added. He hesitated before taking the cup and drinking whatever she gave him.

When Daemon came to, it was already late in the morning. For the first time in a while he had slept in. A knock interrupted him. "Enter" he called out and the doors opened. Aelora walked in with a tray of food. "My king. I've brought you breakfast. I hope you slept well last night?" she asked with a smile. Daemon always wondered why she was so happy all the damn time, specially in a place like Harrenhal. "Much better I wager" she nodded. "I shall leave you to it then" she left the food on his table and walked out before he could say a word.

Every night after, she brought him his drink. It was then with her help that he managed to get the army queen Rhaenyra needed. Aelora kept an eye on Alys and on Daemon. She wanted to keep Daemon saved and she knew his fate. Daemon would be dead way before the war ends. She wanted to tell him, she did but she knew it would either help him make peace with what was coming or it would make him fail. Daemon had the army, him and his men would part soon. Aelora was walking through the castle when she bumped into someone's chest. "My apologies" she began. She looked to see who it was. "My king" Daemon liked that she called him king.

Everyone else seemed to see him as just a consort. Not a king. Yet, since the moment they met, she called him 'my king' everyone else called him king consort or your grace, yet Aelora treated the way he deserved to be treated, the way he believed Rhaenyra should treat him. Atlas, she was not Rhaenyra and she was not his to begin with. She never was. "My lady" he said with a smile. "My king. I am no lady, you know this" she told him with a small smile. Daemon smiled back at her, she reminded him of his youth and she reminded him of love and kindness. "I hear you are to depart soon. I am very sad to hear it. I have grown fond your company" she told him as they began to walk away together.

Daemon looked at her, she was soft, kind and loving, even to him. "Yes. Three days time. We shall return and finally end this war once and for all" he replied. "I shall miss you as well, my lady. I too have grown fond you as well" she smiled at his words. "You know, you can with me. You can help the wounded soldiers and once we take King's Landing you will have a place in my court" she smiled. "That would be nice but I know how bastards are treated in King's Landing. I rather not put myself in that situation" she told him. She began to walk away when he held her arm. "Please. In my time alone here, you were here. You... gave me back the hope and need to return to this war" there was a brief pause.

Daemon looked around before dragging her to the ruins of the God's Eye. "When I arrived her, weeks ago, I was having this visions and they were torturous. But you, you helped me. You made them go away. You can have a life there with me-" she cut him off. "I cannot leave knowing that we only have limited time" she told. Daemon knew then that she knew too. "You know" he said to her. "I knew before you arrived. I told uncle Simon that you'd arrived. I told him when" Daemon looked at her. "A dreamer" he whisper. "Yes. I... my mother is Saera Targaryen" she told him. His aunt, Baelon's sister. "My father's name was Maelor Targaryen, grandson of Maegor Targaryen. No one ever knew he existed. Rhaena made sure he was sent far away from his father" Daemon was shocked at the new turn of events.

She looked away. "The Dance of Dragons" she began. "I saw it and heard it in my dreams many times over the years. I saw Rhaenyra when she was born, I saw her be named the heir, and I saw her take King's Landing but I also saw her die" Daemon looked into her eyes, he knew she was telling the truth. "I cannot go with you to King's Landing knowing that once you leave again, you will not come back" he watched her walk away. Daemon Targaryen was not a good man. He had his fair share of kills and wrong doings but he did love his family and he was willing to do anything to protect them, including killing himself in the process.

Aelora knew Daemon killed himself to take out the Black's biggest threat, prince Aemond Targaryen. Seeing the future was a risky thing, many things came true, but things could change, one wrong move, one wrong word, one wrong person. Aelora knows Daemon would do anything for his family, so, she decides to change the future. Perhaps she can avoid his death and the fall of house Targaryen. Alys and Aelora were on the same side until she realized Alys knew what would happen to her, she wanted to make sure she could remain alive. Aelora wanted her blood to remain alive. That night, as the knights and the prince readied theirselves for war, Aelora Waters left Harrenhal and made her way to King's Landing. She was going to make sure House Targaryen remained alive, that Daemon remained alive and well. The only question is, will she make it?

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