The Unburnt

Chapter 15 - Kings Landing

My brain is fried, not because of the BILLION ideas swarming inside my head (also because of that as there are still lines of the plot I have to pick up and clarify, *crying in a corner*), but because I sometimes forget to use a more formal english because this is HOTD and they are from waay back, and the story is written in a mix (which irks my skin), truly am trying to make it more seamless but I am frying my brain to make it sound more "medieval" like, the conversations and such (pls bear with me)

Daemon Targaryen

I crossed the short distance between us, placing a hand on her lower back as we walked toward the waiting carriage. "You're holding Daryon too tightly, ñuha rūklonītsos.'' My little flower. I murmured, my voice low so that only she could hear. After we both flew to the Capital on dragon back, I on Caraxes and she with Daryon on Vhagar, we were meant to go by carriage from the Dragonpit.

"I'm not," she replied softly, though I could hear the strain in her voice. She was nervous. I could hardly blame her. This was her first time returning to King's Landing as my wife, the first time stepping back into the world she had left behind, now with the weight of my name —and our son— on her shoulders. Last time we were here, Laena Velaryon 'threw' herself at the crashing waves at the dock, her she-dragon remaining without a rider, which meant that some eyebrows will rise upon seeing who has claimed Vhagar, yet there is no actual connection between the events. I for one still wonder how did Visenya claim Vhagar in such a short time.

I gave her a small smile, one meant to reassure her, though I felt the familiar flicker of irritation at the thought of what awaited us in the Red Keep. I had spent years carving out my reputation, a mixture of fear and admiration woven into the fabric of the city. The people called me the Prince of the City for a reason. They feared me. They loved me. And now they would have to learn that Visenya—my shy, quiet Visenya—was not to be underestimated. 

With Lady Laena's passing, the two children she had with that excuse of a man, that Hightower cunt, Aegon and Helaena, were supported by the Velaryons, just as Rhaenyra's children. Lord Corlys has kept an eye on the throne for years, ever since his wife Rhaenys was denied twice, to be Queen, so the Sea Snake was treading carefully the waters of his grandchildren, perhaps thinking of betrothing one of the twin girls, either Baela or Rhaena, to Aegon, which will undoubtably strengthen the Sea and Salt's future, but I'd rather see the Realm engulfed in flames before the chance of water dripping off the Iron Throne.

When we arrived at the Red Keep, the grand gates loomed before us, a reminder of the power and deception that lived within its walls. I helped Visenya down from the carriage, my hand resting at the small of her back once more, guiding her as we walked toward the grand hall. The guards bowed their heads as we passed, but I knew their eyes were on us, on her, on the babe.

They had heard the rumors. The entire realm had.

The whispers had spread like wildfire after Viserys and Aemma's visit to Dragonstone. The Valyrian wedding, the birth of our son, the blood of Old Valyria running pure and true through Daryon's veins—it was all anyone could talk about. No one was surprised by my actions. I was Daemon Targaryen, after all. It was expected that I would do whatever I pleased. But Visenya—quiet, obedient Visenya—had shocked them all.

I had sent ravens to all the important houses, announcing our marriage and the birth of our son. The letters were carefully worded, praising Visenya for her duty to her house and the realm, framing her as a dutiful wife and mother, preparing the territory for the allegations of what a good ruler she would be. It was important that the realm—and the lords—began to see her not just as Viserys' youngest daughter, but as the woman who would one day sit in power, a woman who fit into their expectations as how one shall act in marriage and as a Princess. It was hilarious, only if they knew the fire that burned within her.