A Beautiful Tragedy

Chapter Two

After Rhaenyra exited, Daemon and Verena went of to their quarters, silence eerily following them. As they got to their room, Verena kept Maelor's clothes wrapped in her arms, trying to will the tears to stop.

"Little dove?"

Verena turned falling into Daemon's arms, weeping,

"Whatever you want to do, we'll do.

We are stronger together."

Verena turned away from her husband, as rage bubbled in her stomach, threatening to spill and destroy everyone close to her. With gritted teeth she spoke quietly, turning back and looking up at her husband,

"I need a dragon."

Daemon face twists in shock,

"But you are not a true Targaryen."

"How can you say that? I am well aware I have filthy blood like you would say, you chose to marry me, I am a Targaryen, my mother's father was a Targaryen. I know it's not as potent as yours, all mighty blood of the dragon....

I need to be able to kill Vhagar.

I need to avenge my beautiful boy.

My son."

Verena replied anger slipping out she had done everything to devote herself to the fsamily, she thought he had gotten over the fact that she has 'dirty blood', Verena thought she had proven herself. Daemon caught himself and knew he had crossed a line, especially when she was everything but a Targaryen in name. Even now she was a Targaryen by name. Daemon voiced his frustrations,

"Alicent has been writing farce apology letters with no assurance of them stepping down. After everything her son did, what she took from us. From you. From Rhaenyra. The greens need to be extinguished."

Anger bubbled in her stomach, what would letters do? Especially if they don't plan to step down. She knew her sister would never let it go or would never take accountability. Aemond and Aegon are a product of their environment. She chose to be like their father. She chose to stay trapped. Verena broke free. But what had it cost her?

"My child is dead. No letters will ever change that. All that is left now....

is to win this war.

To win it i'll need a dragon, it's the only way we can even the odds and take him down together. Everytime I blink I picture his clothes and Arrax's wing!! They were envoys. They were supposed to come home..."

Daemon stepped closer as Verena's tears fell again, his face softening as Verena stepped towards him and fell into his arms, collapsing into sobs. This was her worst nightmare. They had lowered to the floor, her knees giving way. She never wanted to outlive any of her children. Daemon spoke quietly after some time, Verena sat still against him quiet.

"Merikh."

Verena's body tensed as she thought about the hundreds years old war horse of a dragon. Her heart thumped against her chest. The Cannibal's mate.

She was a mystery, many believed she was folklore. Daemon and Verena knew differently. Only once has Daemon brought her down to the crypts, while he was hoping to visit Vermithor. Even Daemon's eyes widened in fear when Merikh roared loudly shaking the steps and walls. Merikh was bright purple, with big long wings, wings that from age and time fighting other dragons with her mate had ripped causing holes, but despite it she continues to be one of the most fearsome legends. Everyone knew her as the purple death, anyone who came to claim her was eaten with the help of Cannibal and she ate her own eggs.