OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

46 • THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE

Having poured her honey words in the King's ears, Francesa Tully told the King Daemon is just desperate for his love and attention, vying to ruin their family and his legacy, she planted evil seeds in the King's heart, turning him against Alicent, Otto & Daemon. Soon enough Aenar might follow the list.

Nonetheless, in his drunken state, as soon as the rogue prince arrived past the Red Keeps black iron gate. He is meet by two Kingsguards and their Commander waiting outside.

"The King demands an audience, my Prince." Ser Harrold says, gesturing the knight to seize the rogue prince.

Daemon grunts and shrugged the hold of the Kings guards. "Take your fucking hands off me." He slurred as he was being yanked off the ground and dragged away through the hallways of the Red Keep.

As they both escorted him to the throne hall, Daemon saw his brother sitting on the throne. A wave of deja vu washed Daemon. As if recalling a similar scene in the past. The guards threw him on the floor, making him groan before the doors slammed shut.

Though the difference is the punch he received from Viserys causing him to fall down.

"My daughter!" Viserys began.

Daemon groans, his mind still muddled from hangover. Until the King kicked him harshly in the stomach, making him groan in pain.

Viserys continued. "Won't you even deny it?" Daemon coughs trying to get the air that was knocked out of him.

"I need to understand the charge before I can attempt to discredit it." Daemon said while grunting. His throat sore. He should have asked for water before coming here yet he grins at Viserys.

The King exclaims. "You think it's funny? You defiled her." Viserys furiously kicks Daemon again.

Daemon groans, unable to process what the hell is happening and why was he summoned early in the morn for such an accusation, remained silent.

Viserys exhaled. "Still, you say nothing." Hw shouts as his brother roll back and forth, breathing heavily.

Daemon then became annoyed. "Oh, what does it matter, brother? When we were Rhaenyra's age, we fսckеd our way through most of the brоthеls on the Street of Silk." If Daemon is not having a headache he would have rolled his eyes.

"We were young men. She is just a girl. Your niece!" Growled Viserys kicking his brother again.

"Child?!" Daemon scoffed. "No brother, Nyra's a woman grown, twenty five. You married Alicent Hightower at twenty, none of them are literal children, but adults. Taking them young and fresh is the best, you know this brother." He retorts sharply at Viserys, only to receive another harsh kick to the stomach.

Daemon groans.

"Take my wife's name out of your lips. Alicent is mine to do as I please. I am the King!" Viserys argued.

Daemon chuckles. "You stole her from Aenar....."

"You fսcking......." Viserys was quick to unsheathe his dagger, grabs Daemon's collar, placing the blade under his throat.

"Oh brother, you've always had eyes for that Hightower girl, just as I've always had eyes for Rheany....."

" and immediately the doors are opened and Prince walked in.

"Gods! Viserys.... Brother.....Your Grace, please get off him!" He pleads.

"Stay out of this Aenar, this is between me and Daemon!" Viserys snapped. "Back off!"

Aenar stood at his position. Aghast, he didn't appreciate the terms his brother had arrived at. Their family slowly tearing apart, all because of one mistake.