Ruin Me

Chapter Twenty Seven

(A/N: Last chapter of season 1. Hope you enjoy. XxD)

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Rhaenyra had cleared the room. The War Room of Dragonstone was still cast in an orange light as the twins stood opposite each other. Daemon had been angry about the fact that Rhaenyra was choosing to consider the terms and had lashed out, but when Rhaenyra called for the room to be cleared, Daenyra sent her husband away. This was not a fight that he could fight. Rhaenyra did not understand him and never would. It would only end in ill wills.

"Are you angry with me too?" Rhaenyra asked her twin.

"Yes," she answered honestly. "You cannot truly be considering the Green's terms, Rhae? Can you not see their true intentions?"

"What are their true intentions, then, Daenyra? Please, share with me your insight," Rhaenyra begged sarcastically.

"To manipulate you with nostalgic tales of your childhood. Alicent mayhaps have acted peacefully at dinner, but she is a conniving cunt as her father is. Twas a reason why I never liked her. If you thought that the rumours about your son's true parentage were slander, you have not seen slander. They will tear you apart for wearing your father's crown and then bowing to Aegon. As Rhaenys was the Queen Who Never Was, and Baelon the Heir for a Day, you, my sister, will be the Queen for a Day. Legend will speak of how you let your crown be taken. How you, the first heir of the so-called 'weaker sex' gave away the crown that was yours by birthright. And to the fucking Hightowers, no less!"

"You think I care for what the histories will speak of me?!"

"You should! For what they speak of you, they also will speak of your children and of mine! I am the Princess of Dragonstone. This is my castle that is to be passed to Alyssa and Aemma upon my death."

"Are you so quick now to rescind your invitation to me and my boys?" Rhaenyra spat. "Why can it not be as it is? This will still be your castle, but it shall be in my name."

"Because you don't understand what it is to be secondborn, Rhaenyra!" Daenyra screamed. "We are similar, yes, but you are the privileged firstborn. You were listening in on council meetings whilst I was expected to be eating cake with the other ladies of court. I have fought tooth and nail for all I have now, and I will not let it go because you choose to bow to the fucking Hightowers."

"What exactly have you fought for? This castle and this title was given to you."

"As was yours!" Daenyra spat back. "There is a lot you do not know about me, sister. And a lot, that quite frankly, you don't deserve to know for you will never be able to understand it, nor me. And I have no interest in your ire nor your pity, but I shall answer your question. I fought in the Stepstones. I fought for a piece of history that was just mine and not dictated by a husband, a father or even Daemon. I fought to be named Warrior-Blessed. I fought to be named the Knight Princess. I fought for the Iron Islands. I fought so that my son will one day sit the Grey Throne on Pyke, so that he would have a place and a people to keep him safe. I fought so that this island, my island, was a safe place for my daughters to live before they would one day rule it. I have fought my entire life, Rhaenyra, you have only ever had people fight for you."

Rhaenyra seemed to be silenced by her sister's words. They rang true. Rhaenyra could not think of a single thing she had truly fought for in her entire life. Her title was given to her by her father. Her heirs were given to her by Ser Harwin Strong when Ser Laenor could not. Even for Luke's title, she had not fought because she had begged her father to put an end to the fight before it even began, and he had. She was no warrior as her sister was. Perhaps, she should have been more sensitive to her plights. Perhaps they should have spoken more about the years in which they were separated after her wedding and before the events on Driftmark.