GODS AND MONSTERS

HE'S THE KING...

"Where's Aemond?" Daella asked as she entered the throne room where Aegon slouched on his throne with his companions lying on the stairs once again.

"He has gone to Storms end to gain allies." Aegon grinned and sipped his wine.

"Lord Borros? Well I expect a few weddings then." Daella sighed and rolled her eyes and walked around the men towards the throne.

He sipped his wine slowly as he looked up at her. She gazed at him intensely as he grabbed her hip and guided her to his lap. They never broke eye contact as he raised the goblet to her lips. She gently grabbed it and drank. All she wanted to do was drink away her sorrows.

They laughed and sang as they reminisced of their beloved childhood, both wishing to go back. The men on the floor laughed with them and for once since the coronation, Daella felt happy.

"The prince Aemond Targaryen."

Aemond slowly walked into the hall, drenched in water and guilt. Water surrounded the bottom of his feet as he reached the bottom of the throne. He didn't glance at Daella, only at Aegon.

Daella watched him from her seat on Aegon's lap, the closest she'd ever get to sitting on the Iron Throne.

"Brother! I trust the message to Lord Borros went well." Aegon cheered and drank more wine as well as letting his sister drink more and more.

Aemond stared at the bottom of the steps, not wanting to face her.

"Aemond are you to be married now that you've gone to Storms end. I adore weddings." Daella smiled but was met with silence.

"Aemond...what did actually happen at Storms end?" Daella slowly stood up and went closer to her other brother, much to Aegon's displeasure.

Aemond looked up at her in pain, only making her worry more."

"I-"

The prince was cut off by one of Daella's lady's maids, Niamh, walking into the hall with a scroll in hand.

Daella grabbed the scroll slowly and inspected it. It smelt of the sea.

"Luke?" she whispered as she saw the Baratheon crest.

The brothers watched the lady curiously as she hastily opened the scroll and read it. Her eyes widened as she re read it.

Daella let the paper slip from her grasp and she held her hands up to her chest as she stumbled towards the main door, trying not to break down.

It was no use.

Daella fell to the floor with a gut wrenching scream. Her hands held the floor as she leaned her head against the stone. Her sobs, almost screams, flooded through the Red Keep as she mourned.

Aegon ran to his lover and tried to hold and comfort her as she thrashed her arms to get away.

"No! No! Get off me! Get of- Luke!" another scream ripped through the girls throat. Alicent ran into the hall and paused next to her drenched son as she watched in horror at her daughter fighting against Aegon and the hold he had on her.

Aemond turned and went to leave the hall, not wanting to see the pain he caused. Just as he reached the entrance a low, hoarse voice stopped him.

"No." Daella looked up with red eyes, jaw clenched. She stood up slowly, struggling to leave Aegon's grip.

Aemond stared at her.

"You did this." she hushed and walked closer to her one-eyed brother. Her cheeks flushed, tears staining her cheeks, her hand shaking form rage.

"You did this!" she screamed and revealed her concealed dagger as she ran towards him and tackled him to the floor. He did nothing to fight her.

She straddled the boy's torso with her dagger gripped tightly above her head. Daella's whole body clenched as she held her position, staring psychotically into his eye. She wanted to carve out his other eye slowly, causing as much pain as possible. Then when she was done she'd break his legs and drag him towards Hyrne and yell Dracarys at the top of her voice and watch as the prince ceased to exist.

"I can't." she whispered, her voice cracking a tears tumbled out of her eyes. She dropped her dagger of to the side and clambered away and went towards the pillar closest. She stared at Aemond and sobbed violently again.

He's gone. Her sweet nephew is gone. Never to walk into a room again. Never to make her smile again. Never to hold her again. He's gone. And her brother did it...

Alicent watched as her daughter sobbed and screamed hauntingly. She rushed towards her child. Her broken child and held her tightly in her arms.

Daella pushed her away at first but gave into her mother's comforting hold. She cried into her mother's collar for what felt like years until it just...stopped.

She pulled away from her mother's grasp and held the pillar to pull herself up then walked out of the room, fists clenched as she held no emotion evident on her face. She walked past both of her brothers as they looked on in despair.

 She kept walking, ignoring whoever passed her until a hand stopped her movements.

"Princess, what's the matter?" Daella looked up and saw Rodrik worriedly stare at her.

"He's dead." she whispered and went to keep moving but he dragged her into his chest and held her hair and back tightly against him in a comforting hug. Tears left her eyes as she looked at the stone walls. 

"He killed him." she mumbled, numb. Rodrik didn't say anything and just continued to hold him.

Aegon watched once again as he watched the northerner hold his sister. How dare that fucking cunt. Hold his Daella. How dare he comfort her. That's his job. That fucking northerner won't marry her ever, she's his.

Daella pulled away and kept walking down the halls and through the twist and turns of the Red Keep. Aegon continued to follow her, ignoring everyone who got in his way. he was angry. Angry that she cared about the bastard. Angry that she let a bastard into her heart. That's his place. he should be the only one in her heart. Forever. She was his because he's the fucking King.

He's the King...