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dragonstone, house targaryen the east
daeron
DAERON COUSNT THINK, HIS HANDS SAT ON THE LARGE MAP OF WESTEROS IN THE WAR ROOM. All his advisors sat by, watching Daeron on how he would take the news.
Daeron felt like his heart was going to burst, he felt betrayed, lied to. Never had he imagined Lyenne to be his brother's daughter. He felt such hatered creeping up towards Rhaegar. He leaves his wife and children for another woman–a Stark. By then his mind became black, this was Lyenne. He loved her with all his heart and he was sure his head couldn't take all the betrayal.
Even though Lyenne has no idea who she really is, he feels this sudden hatred begin to grow and it shames him. He was her uncle–his family.
The hatred suddenly wants her and was filled with love. He didn't have any family left and hearing that the woman he had been seeing, the Queen in the North was his niece, was something that warmed his heart.
He shook his head, pointing at Varys.
"How long have you known this Varys? I know you would know long before telling me," he accused him, his distrust for Varys beginning to show.
Varys stepped forward, his hands tucked under his long tunic. He bowed slightly, his eyes never leaving his. "Your Grace, I must admit I have known the information longer. But I thought that this was the right moment of telling you."
Daeron glared at him, his fists clenching. "And why pray to tell do you not think it would be a great time to tell me when you first had gotten your news. For surely I wouldn't want to know I had one last living relative!"
Tyrion was about to speak before he let out a dangerous warning. They all accepted his request and scurried out, leaving Daeron to his thoughts.
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lyenne
The news had shattered her whole world. A few hours prior, she had been happy, finally finding the love she thought she would never have again. But it all got destroyed by the news.
Funnily enough, it seemed like it was only Tyrion who was man enough to tell her about all that happens around her. He told her of how she was the child of Rhaegar Targaryen and her mother actually was Lyanna Stark. At first it had stung knowing that her father, real father had lied to you your whole life of who who were. But at the same time she could understand him, he wanted to protect the child of his sister, his niece.
Even though Rhaegar Targaryen was the father, Eddard Stark would forever be her true and loving father.
Tyrion and Davos had looked at her in sympathy. Looks that angered and comforted her at the same time. She didn't want pity, she wanted to be alone–she wanted Daeron.
She had heard stories about Rhaegar Targaryen. When Lord Glover or the other Lords in the northern camp talked about him, they had always called him a rapist and murderer. Now, she didn't now what to possibly think.
She felt tears prickle her eyes and she quickly swatted them away, not wanting Tyrion or Davos to notice. They did however and sent themselves a silent look that told them to leave.
Lyenne turned around and held a hand to her chest, too afraid of letting anyone hear her sobs. Before she could however, she heard the door open and she quickly shook herself up and turned around to face Daeron.
She quickly averted her eyes in alarm. Now that he was standing in front of her, she could feel her heart drop slightly at the pained expression on his face.
She couldn't fantom how Daeron felt.
She gave him a shy smile and he slowly walked up but remained rooted in his position.
"I had to see you," he said in a small voice.
Lyenne shrugged, her eyes still red from her tears. "I was tired," she said before grabbing ahold of her cup filled with wine.
Given how he had his head lowered, it did appear that he thought she would have a problem with their shared blood.
"I imagined this talk to be a lot harder," Daeron begun, walking closer. "I imagined myself furious or frightened of your legitimacy. But I can't. I love you, Lyenne. Nothing will ever change my feelings towards you,"
Lyenne took a deep breath. "I just needed to be alone. I couldn't look at anyone on the face. Before this, I was a bastard, Queen in the north. Do you think the north would be that open towards the child of Rhaegar Targaryen. How will they react if I marry my uncle?"
Daeron scoffed taking her hands in his. "I don't care what anyone thinks about us. Marry me as we attend and we will be a Queen and King that will be remembered. You will be my Alysanne to my Jaehaerys."
She responded with an aggressive kiss that made Daeron stumble back in surprise. He quickly lifted her and pushed her to the wall, their noses only inches away from each other.
They looked at one another, their eyes saying all they wanted to say. They would marry, and they would rule in peace.
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(warning) might be some spelling mistakes. One more chapter to go before the epilogue
