The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Eighty-Five

Trigger Warning:

Brief vulgar, disgusting and disturbing inner monologues. 

Their return to Dragonstone was not what they had expected.

Not at all.

Daemion and Rhaena were supposed to return to their chamber and find comfort in one another before going to their Visenya and Vallar, but instead, now they stood beneath the in level of the cells of Dragonstone, witnessing as the man Daemion called his brother, Sly, bloodied his fists with the blood of Androw Farman.

"Talk you spineless cuck! Where has she gone to?!" Sly yelled as he grabbed Androw's throat and pulled him close with one arm. "Where did she take Mistress's eggs?!"

"I.. Don't know!" Androw cried, sniffed as his nose and saliva ran all over Sly's muscular arms as he was holding him by his throat.

"Horseshit." Sly said as he squeezed Androw's throat harder. "Ain't no way on Zhoza's blue Seas that a sister would abandon a brother in the foe's territory while she sails away."

And Sly squeezed harder.

Androw turned to the same shade of scarlet as Modread's wings and then slowly began to turn purple.

"Or is ye that fucking useless that you were even a deadweight to a thief?!" Sly questioned in disbelief and anger.

Daemion knew Andorw was not a man of any talents that any woman or man in their right minds would take with them. But She is his sister! His twin! Half of him! They shared a womb together and came into this world together. How can one leave their half to uncertain destiny, much less possible death?! Daemion wondered to himself.

He knew his older twins, Rhaella and Aerea, were opposite of one another but still they got along. Vallar and Visenya? He knew Vallar would choose life of a Maester if they denied him of Visenya... 

He could not imagine any twins that he knew of would abandon their twin the way Elissa had abandoned Androw.

He felt pity.

"Where is your sister?" Daemion asked calmly as he walked forward as calm as ever as he placed his hand on Sly's shoulder to which Sly only answered as he threw Androw on the ground and walked back. "Either answer willingly or you will be hanged but not before I allow Sly to force you feast on your own making."

Androw coughed and gasped for air as he looked up at Daemion's deep violet eyes with his own pale blue eyes.

"I don't know, my Prince! I swear to the Crone and to Father that I do not know!" Androw begged as he kept gasping for air.

"Lies!" It was Rhaena's loud and cold accusation that came as she walked forward intensely as she spat at Androw's face. "He knows where that bitch has gone to!"

When her spit landed on Andorw's lips, he could not wonder how it smelled so delightful... He would have lead it to his mouth so he could taste it, but yet he could not. His fingers pained too much.

"Look at him, my Rhaena. He is incapable of defending himself, do you believe if he knew where she had gone to he would have not already told us to spare himself for at least a moment?" Daemion questioned calmly as he placed one hand on her hip as he looked down on her calmly.

Rhaena pouted with fury, but she could see the truth that laid beneath his words. Her husband was half Hightower and he carried their grace and could control his Targaryen passion but she was a dragon, and a dragon's anger burns, even if it burnt cities, as thus, she looked at Androw with burning flames behind her pale lilac eyes as she spoke with hatred.