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Finally! Baelon thought merrily as he marched through the doors of the airports security office with a fake frown gracing his features, “Mr. Targaryen, we’re so sorry that you’ve had to come all this way.. but It was an emergency.” One of the ridiculously dressed TSA agents was apologizing to the older man, clearly out of his depth.
Grunting, rather than responding, Baelon simply moved forward to his destination. The dark blue door opened to reveal two of the most frustrating people he’d ever met (and created.)
On one side of the table sat his grand daughter. Her hair looking half a mess, mascara smeared all over her face. On the other, was his son who looked much more put together, despite having the front of his shirt completely torn open. “Papa-“ Rhaenyra tried to speak but Baelon merely held up his hand, “Don’t. Don’t say a damn thing until we get to the town car. I’d expect something like this from Daemon, but you Rhaenyra?”
The act was hard, he really needed to sell his anger to the officers standing by, but inside Baelon was doing his damndest not to scream out in victory.
It had started as a bet of sorts, between him and Aemma (his perfect daughter-in-law.) “There is no way you’re right about this one dad, and even if you are Viserys would kill Daemon!” Aemma had clucked like a little hen at her father by marriage, but Baelon knew he was correct. His feisty, youngest son was completely in love with his granddaughter.
He’d suspected before, when Rhaenyra was just a teen and Daemon left for their other office. Always a man desperate to give her gifts, to listen to her words, to harp on about how wonderful she was. There was no way Baelon was wrong, for he himself had behaved with his sister just the same. Then at the graduation party, he knew for sure. The way the duo stared at the sky together, corny enough for a hallmark movie.
“I guarantee it. And I bet you 10,000 bucks that she’s gonna feel exactly the same way.” Baelon had chirped at Aemma and the two shook, “Okay, I’ll take that bet, but I'm adding in that if you’re wrong, you have to go on a date yourself. With someone of my choosing!” Fat Chance, Baelon thought, but agreed. Always trying to “get him back out there,” didn’t anyone in his family understand that his wife was his only love?
And so the game was afoot. Aemma had done her best to organize dates between Rhaenyra and other men once she realized the truth of Baelons words, but Baelon knew that no one could stop Daemon once he wanted something. That boy was as hard headed as his mother.
So hardheaded in fact, that when Baelon had gotten that desperate phone call asking for help, he’d almost laughed and told his son, “Good luck on your own!” But he just knew he had to win, and in a way Baelon felt sorry for the poor fool. Some things were easy to force, like when he mentioned Rhaenyras date, “accidentally” showing up unannounced, organizing a private trip to Tampa for the two. Those bits were a breeze. It was the other factors, the other people, that Baelon had to worry about.
Regardless of all that, the bet was made, and now here the results were only a few short weeks later.
Nervously, his granddaughter stood from the table. Dressed in only a mans suit top and a skirt, Baelon pushed down his chuckle and ushered her out of the door, followed by his youngest son.
Parting through the crowd was tricky, as everyone had wanted to catch a glimpse of the Targaryen family. “What happened? Why is Rhaenyra dressed that way? My god, Daemon hasn’t aged since I was a girl, he could still-“ Trickles of gossip flew through the small group before the three of them were able to get to the car.
What had called Grandpa Baelon down to the airport? Only an event so incredibly scandalous that it would be impossible for anyone else to cover up, luckily the Targaryens had owned the airport for years, and they had enough money to erase any sort of issue that could arise in a situation like this.
“Sir, we are calling because there has been a situation.” Oh and what a devilishly good story it was. His granddaughter, caught with her uncle in a compromising position in the airport chapel.
Before the duo could explain to him what had happened, Baelon had already drawn his conclusion. Daemon had rushed to the airport to meet his granddaughter in some ridiculously over the top fashion, before she boarded her flight to Tampa. (Baelon had simply called the airport and had her flight delayed long enough for Daemon to arrive. Rather easy work on his part.)
Unable to continue evading their feelings, Daemon and Rhaenyra must’ve jumped to the nearest place where they could be alone, unfortunately that was one of the chapels. In a way, this moment was indeed blessed for Baelon by the gods.
Once inside the car, Rhaenyra looked sheepishly up at her grandfather, “Papa, Im so sorry. We didn’t- well I didn’t-“ Beside the young woman, his son sat quietly, clearly unfazed by being discovered in such a way. His lilac eyes angrily glued to the window. “Don’t worry dear. I know that these things happen, why I’ll never forget the time your grandmother and I got permanently banned from the Met Gala. They still bring that up at the club, you know.”
Rhaenyra blushed and tried to explain her innocence, “Papa! We weren’t doing that. It was a complete misunderstanding and what people THINK they saw.. well it wasn’t that!” Baelon rolled his eyes, “Its all about perception dear, If everyone perceived Daemon spanking you with a bible in the chapel of the airport, I think we can agree that something did, indeed, occur.” Beside the blushing girl Daemon barked out a laugh, “I wish it was so devious, but she’s telling the truth. What happened was far from the two of us carrying on the Targaryen legacy.”
Rhaenyra had arrived early at the airport, eager to take her first real business trip and even more eager to escape the thoughts of her uncle. “Delayed? What do you mean delayed?” The attendant seemed less than enthused by Rhaenyras outburst, “I’m sorry Miss Targaryen, but the plane needs to be mechanically serviced. It was unexpected, but your flight should be leaving in the next four hours or so.”
The auburn headed woman sternly responded before shoving Rhaenyras ticket back into her hands. “Fine. I’ll see you in four hours, or so.” Rhaenyra snarked back before heading toward the least crowded point in the airport, the chapel.
It had always been her favorite space as a girl. The pretty windows coloring the room in soft shades of red or gold. It was also the only room where no one talked to her, as it was generally extremely empty.
Inside the small enclosure was a window that ran from the floor up to the ceiling, giving the woman a view of the air strip. In front of that was a simple set of candles standing proudly as a reminder of the fourteen flames, a practice that had been almost shut down but the Targaryens had insisted upon keeping them lit in their altar spaces.
“Ugh, Im supposed to be sipping Mai-Tai’s and flirting with hot men on the beach right now.” Laying herself down on the pews, Rhaenyra sighed and contemplated what she should do about Daemon. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just avoid him forever? Maybe I can move to Tulsa and pretend I’m somebody else.” Rhaenyra closed her eyes for just a second, letting the troubles of her mind dance away in the heat of the barren chapel. Except the peacefulness of the moment was interrupted by a terrible buzzing.
Somehow a wasp had gotten inside the room. It didn’t irk Rhaenyra, but it did keep her mind from truly shutting off, “Can you just be quiet already?” She asked the insect that had perched itself on the golden hued glass. “Buzzz buzzz,” it seemed to say back in defiance.
Tossing her purse down beside her, Rhaenyra shot up, “This is ridiculous!” The silver haired girl took off her black kitten heel and moved viciously toward the annoying bug. Gracefully bypassing the candles and reaching her destination Rhaenyra brought her right arm up to attack, “I thought I’d find you here.”
She missed, the shoe landed about two inches to the right and banged off of the stained glass. This did little to hurt the wasp and did a lot to anger it. “Oh fuck.” Rhaenyra swore and moved to get away from the buzzing creature.
In her haste, she jumped backwards and knocked into the candle stand. Crashing glass filled the air with its noise and Rhaenyra gasped at how easily the cheap carpet of the chapel caught fire. “Oh my god!” The woman swore and went to stomp it out, before realizing her shoe was already off.
Rather than spend too much time thinking, Rhaenyra instead jumped into action and ripped her collared shirt off as quickly as she could to cover the flames.
Beside her, the other intruder began to stomp on the silk fabric top eagerly, “Seven hells!” Daemon cursed and soon the fire was diminished.
One problem solved but the wasp was still swarming Rhaenyra like a Hawk. “The wasp! Uncle, get the wasp!” There was no time for Rhaenyra to ask what the man was doing there, no time for her to contemplate how he’d managed to find her.
Skillfully Daemon snagged a spare Bible from one of the altars, the one left standing, and began to play cat and mouse with the tiny beast.
The wasp chased a flailing Rhaenyra, as Daemon followed it quickly. Soon enough the demon went to land, his niece howled in pain and Daemon took his shot. “Got it!” The Targaryen man shouted happily as the Bible crushed itself down onto Rhaenyras backside. “It got me! Oh god, it hurts!” The young woman cried, tears in her eyes from the pain.
At that point, others had rushed toward the commotion, and what a scene it was. Rhaenyra, clad in her blue, short, pencil skirt and black bra. Daemon with a Bible in his hand.
Both of them sporting a mess of silver hair and a flushed face. “Oh my goodness!” The older woman who’d entered first cried before covering her eyes, “In The chapel! Have you no shame!” Rhaenyra gapped.
A few seconds passed as Daemon tossed his blazer over to his niece, “Oh thanks a lot!” His niece sarcastically spoke and moved to cover herself. “I don’t know why you’re blaming me.” Daemon said cooly, “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t even be here right now!” Rhaenyra shouted.
Daemon snarled back, “Oh, am I the one that made you change your flight dear niece? Is that my doing?” Rolling his hand in exasperation, for effect.
Rhaenyra stomped, “I wouldn’t have had to change my flight if you wouldn’t have run off at the first sign of feelings!” Holding her arms out wide, Rhaenyra had decided that covering her chest was a little redundant.
Marching himself away from the younger woman, “I left to spare you! You were apprehensive. I didn’t want to take advantage of you and do something you’d regret!”
Laughing in response, “I was nervous because I was a virgin you idiot! Not because I didn’t want to have sex!” At this, Daemons mouth dropped, “How was I supposed to know that you’re a virgin!”
A cruel smile spread itself across Rhaenyras lips, “I WAS a virgin uncle! Since you couldn’t do the job properly, I took it upon myself to fix it!”
Anger filled the older man, his face twisting into a frown, “With that Martell boy?” The man shouted back.
The sound of a TSA agent coughing alerted the Targaryens to the audience. “Sir, ma’am.. we’re going to have to ask you to come with us.”
Stomping alongside the security, Rhaenyra glanced back at her uncle only once, to stick her tongue out like a child. “Very Mature, Rhaenyra. The Martell experience really changed you into a woman.” Her uncle mocked and rolled his lilac eyes.
The man in blue shifted uncomfortably next to the woman, “Yes, it really did. It was the best night of my life. So good, in fact, that I’m going to be seeing him again when we return from Tampa.” The Targaryen woman hissed the lie out easily, tossing her silver hair back. “Good. I’m glad that you managed to find someone who would tolerate your naive personality, especially since I won’t be returning to coddle you constantly!”
The duo had begun shouting, “Running away again, uncle? How very like you!” Rhaenyra scoffed, “I’m not running away Rhaenyra. I simply have no interest in playing house with a child for the remainder of my life. Especially one who lets Dornish filth slither so swiftly between her legs at the drop of a hat. What is it you girls say, “Hot girl summer?” That’s your excuse for acting like a whore?”
Rhaenyra gasped at her uncles cruelty, something she had heard about from others but had never experienced for herself. “Take that back! I am NOT a whore!”
Daemon winced, clearly wanting to withdraw from the conversation before more hurtful words were spoken, “I’ll take that back when you get your virginity back from the Dornish cunt!”
Like lightening, his niece was upon him. Violently tearing open his white shirt as she attempted to get her nails into him. The flash of want crossed her uncles face before her claws could land and the girl found herself flushing as the man moved to grip her arms. “Hey you two! I know your family owns the place, but we have rules! Break this up!” The elder guard coughed out as he pulled Rhaenyra from her uncles grasp. “I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re a whore.” Daemon mumbled out as the man dragged his niece from him, “But I wont be staying in this city any longer.”
In front of her uncle, Rhaenyras eyes swelled with tears, “And that’s what you came to tell me before my flight? That you were leaving?” The girl refused to let her uncle see her glistening cheeks, “Well. Fine uncle, duly noted. You are leaving, again.”
The rest of the walk toward the security office was held in silence, the duo both at a loss for words over their heated discussion.
After Rhaenyra had told her grandfather the tale, excluding the heated exchange between the uncle and niece, she watched as Papa Baelon rubbed his temples, “A wasp? You expect me to believe that, Rhaenyra?” Across from him, the young woman nodded and nervously fiddled with her rings.
Beside her, Daemon sat stone like, still keeping himself at a distance. “You know that Rhaenyra has always hated bees.” The car slowed itself to a stop outside of the apartment building, “Well, things happen. Consider the Tampa trip cancelled. I need to make some important calls. I expect you both in the office everyday this week. No exceptions.”
“Yes father.” “Yes papa.” The duo mumbled out as they shuffled from the vehicle. With a slam, the door seemed to shut itself and the car disappeared into the sea of traffic.
An uncomfortable silence spread itself like a blanket over the silver haired duo. Each of them unsure of how to proceed from their previous conversation. Fortunately Daemons phone chose that moment to begin ringing, giving Rhaenyra her own chance of escape. “We aren’t finished with our discussion Rhaenyra.” Her uncle growled out before picking up, “What?” Was all Rhaenura heard before she was able to escape the sidewalk and enter the apartment building.
“What?” Daemons day couldn’t get worse, he thought dramatically before Joffery proceeded to make his day five times worse. “Did you hook up with the Realms Delight?” The words spewed out of his stylist mouth before Daemon could continue to berate the man for calling on an off day, “Excuse me?” The Targaryen sputtered out, “DID YOU FUCK THE REALMS DELIGHT OR NOT? Because I just got an incredibly cryptic email with some photos attached of the two of you making out on a dance floor, and I can’t help but think that you did much more that evening! Do you know how stupid this is? Your entire comeback was based around ruining her reputation, instead you’re just gonna look like a creep! Some weird old man who wanted to fuck her the whole time he was complaining about her!”
His heart stopped. Surely this was some sort of joke. “I’ll be at your place in…” The man glanced briefly at his watch, “Twenty minutes. Don’t tell ANYONE else what you’ve seen.”
After a quick cab ride, Daemon arrived at the young mans home, still clad in his ripped up white shirt, ready to wage war. “I can’t believe how dumb I was.” He groaned out after seeing the image of himself with the girl in the holographic skirt.
Surely this was her doing too, the Realms Delight getting evidence of their “hook up” in an attempt to ruin his career. How embarrassing. Daemon looked over the email that had been sent to Joffery.
“I thought this might amuse you. The Rogue Prince fondling the Realms Delight. Could anyone name a more delicious duo? Certainly creates a bit of a crack in the facade of the feud… you have three days to respond to my demands and credit $3,000 worth of bitcoin to this wallet address, or I release the full video for all the fans to see.”
The email was from an untraceable VPN and Daemon was kicking himself for being so irresponsible. In his youth, a hook up with an annoying DJ wouldn’t cause such a scandal, but this was his enemy! Now though, the girl was more than just his musical adversary, she was a true menace. Milking his wallet for petty cash.
Clearly she was broke, and completely unaware of how much she could’ve gotten from the man. 3k was chump change, but Daemon was a bit of a miser when it came to being black mailed. Never had he enjoyed it in all of his youth.
Pacing like a tiger trapped in a small cage, Daemon began to think about his options. Realistically he could trace the email back rather easy, but that would require him to let certain people know about his secret life. That was a no go.
“What are you going to do?” Joffery asked while adjusting his glasses, “What the hell do you mean? I’m going to pay the damn girl what she wants, but after that… then I will strike back. Nobody messes with Daemon Targaryen. Not even.. “FreakintheSneaks6969.” He shivered upon reading the username, did the Realms Delight have a foot fetish?
At least that small detail made him feel better about his niece fantasy that evening.
After wiring the funds to the correct wallet address, Daemon waited.. and waited.. and waited.. He’d been at the damn mans computer for four hours seeing if a response would come from him nemesis. And eventually it did.
“Pleasure doing business with you, hope to talk again very soon.” The words were accompanied along side a small screen share video of the man supposedly deleting the footage. Of course Daemon didn’t trust that one bit, but at least he had bought the mans silence for the moment.
Across town though, someone else was having a very different experience.
“Alicent, why would you do this?” Rhaenyra cried in shame after seeing her friends ridiculous set up. “There was no choice, Rhaenyra. I had to make a decision because we thought you would be away on business in Tampa.”
Across the room Laena nodded furiously, “It’s our only chance. We should feel lucky that the dude only wants a few of Alicents foot pics. I mean it could’ve been way worse.” The Velaryon stretch out her hands before positioning her green screen.
Laena Velaryon was a jack of all trades, and thankfully photography was one. In an effort to meet the hidden mans demands on time, the two girls took the easy way out.
The cryptic email sent to Laena said that the man had footage of the Realms Delight hooking up with someone at a club, and that the only way he’d delete the video was if her leopard friend from the animal themed club night sent feet pics.
It took Laena and Alicent less than ten minutes to decide. Busting into action, Laena had dug out the old box of gear from her photography era.
Now, Ali was propped on the nice pink couch with her freshly painted red toes airing in front of the Velaryon girls green screen. “Besides, hasn’t everyone done a little bit of foot porn? This isn’t even that bad!”
Rhaenyra was more than a little mortified, and while grateful, she would never wish for her friends to be forced to pimp their feet out for her. “Is there anything I can do to.. I dunno.. help?” The three girls began to laugh, despite the ridiculousness of the situation and Alicent pointed to the jar of Laena’s glittery goo. "Grab the Elmers for me."
A white substance with sparkles mixed in was sitting inside of a small jar. “Oh my god, no. No. I am NOT putting that on your feet Ali. This is insane.” Rolling her eyes at the Targaryen girls antics, Alicent just ushered for Laena to snag the concoction. “The things we do for love?” Ali said before throwing her hand upon her forehead dramatically, letting Laena dribble some of the Elmers paste drip onto her feet. “That’s the money shot!” Laena said excitedly as she repositioned her Nikon and the shuttering of photos was heard. “Okay, curl and uncurl. I was a little against this at first, but now I’m starting to think we could really make a profit if we decide to pursue this as a profession.”
Standing beside her friends Rhaenyra just groaned at their entrepreneurial spirit. “So you and Daemon are done-zo? No chance for redemption there? I mean, it sounds like he went all the way to the airport to try and stop you from leaving without him.” Alicent nodded along with Laenas words and added, “Nobody goes to the airport to say, “Good riddens, Bitch!” I can’t believe you bought that.” Rhaenyra sighed and put her head into her hands.
Things were becoming too muddled. Firstly her relationship with her uncle, now she was being blackmailed. There was no chance the Rogue Prince wasn’t behind that, which led Rhaenyra to shudder. Not only did he prefer Alicent to her, but he had a foot fetish. How far the man had fallen in her eyes from the icon he’d been previously.
Rather than voice her theory about “FreakintheSneaks6969’s” actual identity to the other girls though, Rhaenyra just rubbed her forehead, “I mean we both said some things, I basically attacked him. There’s no chance we can work past it. If we did, well we’d have to both be insane.”
The two other girls exchanged a quick glance and let the room fall to silence before bursting back into giggles, “Rhaenyra, I bet you $50 if you went to his apartment right now and told him exactly how you felt, no extra nonsense, the two of you would be fucking like rabbits for the rest of the night.” Laena said vulgarly as she adjusted her position to get a better photo of Alicents’ toes.
Ali just nodded along, “I’ll raise you to $100, I bet if she showed up at his apartment right now they wouldn’t even talk. It would just be like one of those weird dramatic movie sex scenes where they roll in bed sensually for a suspiciously long amount of hours.”
Rhaenyra sighed, she wished her friends were right. Hell she wish she had the confidence to test their theories. Then as she sat and the chatter changed from one subject to another, Rhaenyra realized that she DID have the confidence to try it out. What could it hurt?
She’d already acted on her worst behavior, her uncle said they weren’t done with the discussion, so why wouldn’t she go and find out exactly what Daemon wanted from her.
Shooting up like a rocket, “You’re right!” The Targaryen girl said, almost shouting, and both of her friends chimed in, “We know.” In unison before cackling. “I’m going to go over there and, well I’m not sure exactly how it’s gonna go but I’ve never backed down before, I certainly won’t start doing it now!”
The two friends clapped at Rhaenyras short speech before ushering her to change into something irresistible that Laena had conveniently around the house. “Don’t take no for an answer!” Alicent said, “That’s… well that’s sexual assault Alicent. If he says no, I think you should respect it, but I don’t think he’s going to say no.”
Impatience set itself in and Rhaenyra changed into alluring attire Laena had leant her.
No time like the present, the silver headed girl thought before making the trip back to her apartment, or rather her uncles.