The Unburnt

Chapter 28 - Devoted, cursed and clandestine

Have you missed me? I did not forget about my story, but I was feeling sad for the past week so, it took me longer to write, given that when I am sad I tend to procastinate.

Thank you so much for 30K reads, I am beyond thankful that you all enjoy my story. I have been kind of, meh, about The Unburnt, I still have many chapters more to write but for some reason I was doubting my writing, the story line, EVERYTHING! Basically I was feeling like shit, and sad, and thought of ways I can improve and all that, I'm a perfectionist so I tend to be a little too much at times hehe.
I have tried to write sort of a different outcome for this story, you know try a different angle yet, I come back to the same story line. So, bear with me, because the next chapters? Yeah well, angst is how I could describe it, and it is to put it lightly. Also you will hate the author (me) for a little while. And also I have a little surprise for the next chapter😁

High Valyrian in bold.

Daemon Targaryen

127 AC

"Killing him was stupid." Says Visenya, her form illuminated by the flames dancing in the hearth, her soft figure outlined, a private show only for me. Yet I am not a man who only wishes to look.I watch her read a letter, and then with an elegant flick of her wrist she throws it in the fire.

What are you hiding little flower?

I just stare at her from the edge of the bed, my temper flaring. What does she know about military strategies? I hang my head, closing my eyes while I inhale and exhale through my nose.

"Now, we have Lord Lyonel Strong as Hand to the King, and you killed his son. He will find a way to torment us sooner or later." She continues, her tone soft and unnervingly calm.

"I protected you." I murmur quietly, my lips twisting in a sneer.

"By killing the only man whom was snake enough to plot, and now you've opened a post as Hand for the man who is Lord of Harrnehal, only to kill his eldest son. You cut a weed and another grew in its place."

Indeed, it was neither a good or bad decision to poison Otto Hightower, yet the trial of Rhaenyra's bastards could have been prevented if Visenya would have shut her mouth. There were many ways for another Great Council to be reunited, the lords of the realm would have called for it. My lips twist in a sneer yet I say nothing. Our relationship is already strained enough. That blasted legitimacy trial has both served us and damned us, no choice was without good or bad parts. Way too much tension has wiggled between us, setting both of us on edge.

With my eyes closed, I try to reign my temper. My knuckles hurt from how hard I am gripping the furs on the bed. I hear her sigh and a muscle in my jaw tics. Usually, I would fuck that nasty attitude out of her but she avoids my touch. For how long little flower will you deny me your nectar?

With Otto Hightower's death days after the trial, all fingers were pointed to Rhaenyra, because she had the most reasons to kill the late Hand. It does not matter the truth, but what court perceives. And we put on a great show.

"Go on, say that you know better than I do. That you are more experienced and know better than I, oh poor Daemon Targaryen, future King, having to deal with his stupid young wife." She says irritated. The creak of a chair brings my attention back to the lady sat by the hearth. Once my eyes are open again, I almost feel the need to roll them. Wretched woman.

"That... cunt, was not going to be much of a help in the future. He had a son, Aegon Velaryon, who was betrothed to Baela Targaryen, somehow after we have decided that Baela was a good match for Daryon. A remarkable good idea the Hightower had in making the lovely match of his."