Ruin Me

Sneak Peek

Daenyra smirked. "Seems someone has been lying," she sang, drawing her uncle's attention back to her. "You and I are more alike than you think, Uncle. You would not hesitate to have Caraxes burn these men to bits as I would not hesitate to have Myrrax do the same. And when the embers are all burned out, only the two of us will be left standing. Rhaenyra is the heir, I am not and you know well how I choose to spend my time. I would not be so easily cut down. It was why she knew it was wise to send me."

"You still wear the necklace," he murmured, the Valyrian steel shining in the hidden rays of the sun as the red gemstone glittered.

"Yes," she replied. "I wear it to remind me that even though we are the same, I can never trust you."

"Daenyra –"

"You consoled me on that beach after my mother's funeral, and not hours later, you crown my dead brother the Heir for A Day before you steal his egg. Yes, Uncle, I cannot trust you," she snapped. "So please, give me a reason for a fight today. I have long awaited to blood this sword and if it has to be Targaryen blood, so be it."

"I will not fight you, Daenyra," he decreed.

"Why not?!" she boomed, taking a far step towards him. "Don't feel like adding Kinslayer to your long list of titles? I came here in the name of my sister for one of two things. My brother's egg or the head of the person who stole it. And I suggest that you don't underestimate me, Uncle."

The entire time she was speaking, that she was letting her bitterness towards him bubble to the surface, he could not take his eyes off her. The way her amber eyes seemed infinitely deeper when she was angry, the way her cheeks blushed with red, the way her body tensed as if she was ready to pounce. The way the veins in her neck pulsed ever so lightly against the necklace she wore.

She was startled. Daemon startled her to the point where she stumbled back a few steps as he tossed the egg at her.