By The Hand of the Gods [ OTTO HIGHTOWER ]

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"I'm past my prime and not someone you should bother with trivial things, Viserys."

The sweltering heat of the afternoon sun could never compare to the simmering rage of one Daella Targaryen. In the midst of the inner turmoil of politics and constant demands of the people, King Viserys Targaryen's focus was solely on her, on the prospect of yet another suitable husband for her.

"Lord Arrold of House Arryn is a perfect match, Ella. He is much older than you are as you wished and has a vast castle in the Vale for Stormfyre."

"Viserys, one look from my dragon could kill that decrepit old man." She snapped, her patience for her brother was already wearing thin. "And I will not subject my children to a possible assassination if it ever comes to his death. They can have Vale for all I care."

Daella was many things, she was wretched and cruel when she needed to be, but she was a mother that loved her children above everything else. Having her children at only six and ten, she had allowed words about her to be passed around throughout the Keep, but at even a single mention of her children, blood was spilt and a tongue would go missing, it had happened on more than a few occasions. Now her children were three and ten, and knew how to defend themselves but the worry of a mother will still remain at their age.

"Daenyra and Daelon, even at their age, still need a father figure in their life."

Viserys was grasping at straws at this point. But Daella knew nothing could truly get to him even if she tried her best to convince him of a different outcome.

"Daemon has become much of a father-figure to my children." Daella quipped, but held her tongue with the reality of Daemon also being the actual father of her twins. It was a secret better left between the four of them.

"And yet where is your twin now?" He scoffed.

Daemon Targaryen was, for the lack of better words, a complicated man. Far too complicated for Daella to ever unravel as she was dealing with her own issues. But one thing was for certain with the man, if she calls the man will come, a privilege only reserved to his most trusted family, namely herself and the twins. Even with their past relationship already sailing its course, there was their children that always kept them close together.

"Fighting for your crown and leading the Golden Cloak, just like what I should have been doing but it seems your order for me is to remain in the Red Keep and entertain your potential suitors close to meeting their demise."

Viserys chose to ignore his sister's words, much to the frustration of Daella was already fed up with the conversation.

"Grant me freedom from such an act and allow me to serve you as I was always meant to–in the battlefield with my Dragon and my sword."

For a moment, Daella had hoped she got to her brother but it seems the Gods were not to her favor as one far too familiar snake has arrived to ruin the moment she shared with her brother.