𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

21

I AM NO
TRAITOR

DAERON rapped his fingers aggressively upon the old wood, he shifted in the chair restlessly. Glaring furiously at the girl that had ruined his plans, he knew she hadn't meant to. And in truth, they were merely whispers and rumours. Or so Ser Jorah claimed, it was Visenya that the people prayed for. As surely she would be better than the others. The feeble and pathetic son of King Robert, even if he was that, held little sanity in him and couldn't be a good king. He never would be. That seemed to be that.

"Did you know they wish for you?" Hissed Daeron as he slammed his cup on the table. "The people of Westeros wish for you to be their Queen!" Visenya couldn't help but flinch at his wrathful fury.

Visenya shook her head in fear, she had her sword by her hip. And could she strike this man? The last living family member on her father's side. Could she bear to harm him?

"But I am not weak," muttered Visenya to herself, under her breath so he would not hear such words coming forth from her trembling lips. How had he gathered such information as this, she couldn't help but wonder.

"Well," snapped Daeron. "If they wish for you to be their Queen. You shall!"

Visenya blinked in bewilderment. For what could he possible mean by that?

Surely not.

"Daeron. Uncle, please. It is only because they know me and where I come from. You've not once stepped upon their soil. The North knows who I am. The Lords watched my father raise me as a child to who I am now!"

"And I cannot contest against that? Am I no better? Surely I am. After all, I'm a man..."

Visenya scowled, how dare he? She knew that he had no knowledge of her but the dreams that he conjured.

Daeron swallowed the rest of his wine, wishing to forget what Ser Jorah had informed him.

"You are a man. But I am the daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen. So, in that, the people are right. The throne goes to me! But, Daeron, I don't want it. I never have."

"Oh," said Daeron bitterly. "Such fine words from your pretty lips."

Visenya scowled, crossing her arms in frustration. "Could you be anymore of a child? This is war. There is no time to be squabbling around over who gets the throne. We haven't even managed to get to Westeros yet."

Daeron snorted in derision.

"Is there any point! They only want you!"