The Art of Chaos

Chapter 3

The war is coming to an end and Visenya gives people a lesson in how to win a war quickly. I hope you guys like it 🥰

Daemon had been taken aback when he received Helaena's letter, at first he had been sure that she was trying to play a prank on him. It had only taken a few minutes for him to realize his daughter was not one to play those kinds of games. He immediately called for Aemond and Visenya, sending them to where Helaena had said the people would appear. Even after seeing them, it was still a bit strange, he could not get used to seeing someone who looked exactly like him and his wife. There was something very sad about seeing the mess another version of himself had gotten into. Helaena had not been very clear on what was happening, but he could tell just by looking at those people that it was not good.

"You are thinking very hard." Daerion's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His son was giving him a concerned look. "What is the matter?"

"I am not sure what we are supposed to do with these people." Sometimes he questioned if they were real. "I just have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that I am looking at other versions of us."

"I understand, it is the same for me." Daerion had not spoken a word when he first met the other Targaryens, simply stared at them with a blank look. "What I am surprised about is the fact that no one has asked why there is another version of you, my mother, my sister, and two of my brothers walking around."

"Yes, I am not sure about it either." That was one of the few thousand questions he had, but there were more important things to worry about. "We need to end this war and return home, I do not wish to be here for years."

His son nodded. "I do not blame you, it is a dreary place."

The flap to the tent entrance opened and Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena walked in. Daerion stood up and gave him a short nod before walking out of the tent. Daemon stared at his visitors for a moment before gesturing towards the empty chairs.

"Is something wrong?" He pushed the wine jar closer to the other version of himself. "I was sure you were all resting."

Rhaenyra sighed as she poured herself some wine. "We rested all night, I do not feel comfortable staying in battle field."

"I understand that, but I can't send you away just yet." There was also the fact that he did not trust them alone with his wife and children. While he knew that they were another version of himself and his wife, he was also aware of many of the mistakes they had made. "It is not safe to put you on a ship, it would be attacked before it could make it to Dragonstone."

The other Daemon let out an annoyed sigh. "How long have you been at war with the Triarchy?"

"Not too long, about two moons." And he was annoyed he had been at war for that long, even though the last time he had been at war with them for longer, that did not mean he wanted to repeat the experience. "It should be over sooner since the spy in our camp was caught and executed."

Rhaenyra cleared her throat and gave him a concerned look. "Does your daughter always behave like that?"

"You mean Visenya?" Even while she was the only daughter accompanying him during the war, he wanted to clarify. Rhaenyra nodded and Daemon chuckled. "Yes, Visenya is fearless and courageous. She claimed the Cannibal when she was only eight by telling him that his large head was blocking the sun. She also helped me torture Jason Lannister when she was five, even providing the hammer. She is known through Westeros and the Free Cities as the silver dread. Believe me, what you saw was nothing compared to what my daughter is capable of."