The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Ninty

Daemion's eyes fell upon Storm's End as Modread flew behind Dreamfyre.

Twenty-seven years had passed since the day he had come here. He was nine and ten when he came here to see his uncle, Martyn Hightower to negotiate with Princess Deria. He was a careless and carefree youth then, but now he was an older man.

Dreamfyre roared and Modread only flew silently which was unusual for him. Daemion could sense the unease in Modread's flesh and bones as if his Scarlet Black dragon was just as unsure as he was.

Daemion did not know what Rhaena was going to do in Storm's End. Burn their fields? Burn Rogar? Or make another Harrenal of Storm's End? What of her half-brother and her new half-sister... Would she burn them as well?

Daemion deeply did not mind Storm's End burning to its founding stones, but yet if that was what Rhaena had in mind, then he had stopped her while young Boremund Baratheon and newly infant Jocelyn were inside of it.

When Modread and Daemion's eyes fell on the towering tower of Storm's End, Daemion prepared Modread in the case Rhaena ordered Dreamfyre to breath fire on it, to prevent her from doing something he knew she would come to regret it later.

But instead, Rhaena landed Dreamfyre on the walls of Storm's End.

"What are you doing Rhaena?" Daemion whispered to himself as he also descended with Modread as he landed Modread atop of the walls across Dreamfyre and where Rhaena had jumped off of Dreamfyre. "Stay here!" Daemion ordered Modread and turned to follow after Rhaena but Rhaena had already entered the castle as she yelled:

"Where is your pig of a Lord?!" Rhaena yelled venomsly as she was off of Dreamfyre and walked through the long halls of Storm's End as she began to take her riding gloves off as her pale lilac eyes burnt with fury and tears that streamed down her face the proof of her more broken heart.

Daemion knew better than to stop Rhaena for whatever she was here for.

It wasn't until Rhaena broke into the office of Rogar Baratheon as he was sitting on his seat as his face was in his hands as his own eyes were tired and puffed of hours of sleepless night as his newborn daughter, his last reminder of Alyssa, rested on the breast of a wet nurse as she was nursing her.

He was surrounded by empty flasks of wine and sweet smell of Dornish red wine and bitter taste of ale.

"You!" Rhaena spat venomously as her eyes fell on Rogar as Daemion finally caught up with her and stood behind her.

Rogar slowly, tiredly and drunk looked at the invaders of his grief and privacy as he was drinking away his sorrow and pain. Sorrow for a wife whom in his ways had loved and yet he was just as hard with her as he was with whomever he had in his life, and despite that, she still gave him two children...

"Princess Rhaena? Prince Daemion?" Rogar said taken back by the presence of Maegor's only son and his wife's eldest child, Rhaena Targaryen, in his office as he stood up.

"Rhaena, don't-" Daemion's words were just as slow as his hand for before he could grab her arm since Rhaena had already shortened her distance with Rogar and had grabbed Rogar's bearded chin and forcefully brought his face down as she poked her finger in his broad chest.

"She gave you a son! Was that not enough?!" Rhaena spat.

"I–" Rogar ate his words as he looked down into Rhaena's pale lilac eyes with his own blue eyes and then closed them with pain. "There was no other way... Maester Kyrie gave Alyssa some respite from her pain; He told me Alyssa was passing regardless, and that there was no more he could do to save her. However, there was a chance he could save her child, although he would have to cut open Alyssa to do so-"