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He was a mess, he was smelling poor beer and sex, his eyes were dry and the light was making his head hurt, he just wanted to go to his chamber, take a good hot bath and sleep for the rest of the day. But he couldn’t, his family needed him, his niece needed him.
Fourteen years later and the word still felt like ashes in his mouth, tasting worse than all the drinks he has tried in flea bottom.
He entered his chambers through the Maegor passages, already taking his doublet and shirt, not paying attention to the person who was in his bed.
“Is that true?” He heard the shaking voice behind him.
Daemon turned around seeing her. Rhaenyra usually was a vision, the reincarnation of a flame from the old Valyria, the realm’s delight. It was a sad thing that even tormented by the pain of feeling the pain of losing her mother she was still the most beautiful woman that he ever seen, rose cheeks and point of her nose, swollen and wet lips, purple eyes reddish and dry like his, she was still wearing the red dress, her hair was messy and in her neck the necklace he gave to her, before everything was ruined, just like an collar.
“What, princess?” He said looking into her eyes, the same eyes that his father had.
“Don’t act foolish, she told me.” Rhaenyra said, her voice husky, as if she had spent all these hours screaming, maybe she had.
Daemon stopped looking at her to take a glass of wine. He listened to Rhaenyra standing up and going after him, she stole the glass of his hand drinking all at once, she looked at him and deep inside of him, he knew she was close to breaking.
“What did she tell you?” He whispered, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
“That… that you’re not my uncle you’re… you’re my dad.” He saw tears appearing in her eyes while she whispered being interrupted by her hiccups, the last word she ler escaped like a sight and Daemon pretended he did not feel the fire start growing inside of him.
“It 's true.”
He saw her breaking, Rhaenyra started to laugh in a manic state.
“That’s… that's actually so funny. When I was a child I always told her how I wish you were my dad, how much fun we would have together until… until the septas start to teach me about marriage and then I begged to them to marry you, my mom was so afraid she almost passed out the first time I said it.”
“Rhaenyra.” He tried to catch her attention.
“You don’t understand Daemon, finally it makes sense, he’s weak, how could he have a dragon rider daughter, he’s not a dragon, he’s not like us. He was always looking at us with disappointment in his eyes because we’re not what he expected, we’re the constant memory of his duty and his failures.”
“Viserys is not weak, not with his family by his side and he was a dragon rider, he was the last rider of Balerion.” He felt the instinct to protect his brother.
“And where’s Balerion? Dead, one ride and he was dead, that was a sign, everything he touches dies. If I’m alive because I’m from your seed, the flames clearly prefer you against him.” Rhaenyra came closer to him, hand touching his bare chest.
“Rhaenyra don’t be like that, he raised you, he was there for you, he’s your father, maybe not from blood but he’s.”
“He’s an impostor. He stole you, come on, uncle, dad, how many times has he exiled you after my birth? How many important things have you lost? Syrax hatching, my first words, my first steps.”
“You refused to do all those things while I wasn’t in the keep, the only thing I lost was Syrax hatching and I will never be able to forgive myself from losing it.”
“It was not your fault, it was all Viserys, he sent you away, he took your daughter from you, he’s so weak that he even noticed that he was raising his brother’s daughter, but our bond, oh dad he never would be able to destroy it.”
“Don't call me this.” He said grabbing her to her neck bringing her face close to his.
“What dad? Would you prefer to call you uncle-daddy? No, you prefer I call you Kepa.” She brought her face close to his, rubbing their lips. “It was painful watching me call another man kepa while you’re there, while you were the one spoiling me and making me believe I was enough?” She was breathing the same air as him, her eyes almost closing.
“We’re his family, he’s hurt, he needs us.”
“Why? Because he lost his son? Because he wasn’t able to have healthy children? Or maybe to stop him from finding a substitute for my mom?”
“You need to get ready, you’re the one ordering Syrax to burn Aemma’s body.” He get away from her touch, he saw the fury in her eyes, the one that matched his.
Her eyes got down in his body stopping in his cock, her eyebrow raised and she came closer to him giving a kiss on his cheek.
“In old Valyria it was not a sin for a father desiring a daughter.” And then she left.
Daemon took a deep breath trying to control the fire inside of him, it was a mistake, her scent was all over the place.
…
Beautiful goddess she was, a Valyrian flame so strongly claiming dracarys , the fury in her eyes, and how frequently her eyes went to Viserys made Daemon notice that she was imagining her father, Viserys in there and not Aemma and the baby Baelon. Meeting his eyes she came close to him, lust in the way she looked at him.
“Come with me, there’s things you need to know.”
They were walking for a long time in complete silence.
“He intends to take the throne from you, you’ll not be his heir anymore.” She whispered in their secret language.
“And he’ll put it on instead?”
“Me, his niece.” She said looking at him deeply in his eyes.
The thought of her sitting on the throne makes it harder, but the thought of him in the throne with her in his lap was much more interesting.
“And what’s your opinion about it?”
“I don’t want the throne and I don’t want you as heir… I want my dad to become king.”
“Be careful this is betrayal.” He said looking around to see if someone listened to anything.
“Don’t you love me?” She whispered, her voice breaking.
“Of course I love you, Rhaenyra.” He said bringing her to his arms.
“So why can’t you see?”
“What do you want me to see? Tell me.”
“If you don’t do anything… Viserys gonna be the one choosing my husband and he’s so easily manipulated by Otto that I might have the same destiny as Viserra, I know I’ll not survive without you Kepa. ” She was shaking in his arms, he couldn’t see her face, but she could feel how tense he was. She needed to hold the smile that was almost escaping, just a little bit.
“ Kepa I heard about some women that were completely ripped off to have a baby and this is a common practice in the Reach, if Otto convinces my dad to marry me with his son they would kill me during birth so he can rule through his grandson. Would you let your only daughter be killed like that?”
Daemon was seeing red.
“I understand you, but we need a plan, we need to find a way to make Viserys give up from the throne. Come to my room in the hour of the owl, I will think of something.”
He let her start walking to meet his spies.
“Daemon.” He turned around. “You’ll not leave me again right?”
“Nevermore.”
“Promise?”
“I promise in front of the fourteen flames, I will protect you and never leave you anymore.” The last thing he saw was her beautiful smile.
…
Rhaenyra was feeling great, a little exhausted of all this play but great, have to pretend she was sad to lost her mother was exhaustive, the woman never loved her before, she was the constantly memory of her mistake, and of the person she wanted the most and couldn’t have, the woman thought she would gave up of Daemon after hearing the truth, but if it was possible this made her desire him even more.
Viserys was a shit father spending most of his time with Otto Hightower children, spoiling Gwayne and claiming him as the son he never had, while her mom was a jealous bitch, pretending she loved her in front of the people just to be the opposite when nobody was looking.
Both would receive what they deserved in the end, Aemma already paid for her sin’s, not being able to give birth to no other living child and then dying with the loss of blood. Poor woman, good thing the merciful princess was with the mom in her last minutes on earth, the kingdom would say.
Rhaenyra would say, best gold spend. It was easy to do it if you had the same contacts as her.
He knew she was being cruel, an Maegor with tits, like father, like daughter, and she needed Daemon to be cruel too, so she played her cards, being his little daughter afraid with her destiny, and mentioning the birth practices was almost enough to convince him to kill Viserys. She didn't need this only, she needed to make sure he belonged to her.
The thought of having a child was not so attractive to her, but Daemon’s child, their heir, this was attractive, made her blood run hot and her pussy wet, she wanted his seed to fill her and to lock him to her, forever. Good thing she had a plan.
It was the hour of the owl when she entered his room, he was drinking wine in a glass sat in front of the fireplace, he was looking like the flame of the war in the fire light.
“You need to be quiet.” He said, grabbing her by her cheeks. “Tell me you understand that.”
“I understand.” She whispers.
He grabbed her hand and started walking into Maegor passages, he acted like the keep was his, it was fair, Viserys so obsessed with Valyrian magic and dragon dreams was blind to reality, incapable to see what was happening in front of him. Viserys the king killed by his dumbness.
Daemon stopped in his way and then Rhaenyra paid attention to the sounds, who would guess Alicent Hightower was a screamer, the girl who was like a septa has a lot inside of her.
“See it.” Daemon whispered in her ear.
“He might not be my dad but I don’t wanna see his old man body doing that.” She whispered back.
“Be a good girl and do what I’m saying.” He said, making her look at the act.
Daemon was holding her cheeks, his chin close to her temple while his lips were kissing his head, smelling the soft scent of the perfumes he gave to her.
It was an awful vision that made her stomach hurt. She felt like she needed wine or to throw up. Alicent was being vocal but she clearly was not liking it, there was no chance this was being pleasant to her, the body of the king full of wounds infected touching her porcelain skin, Alicent’s biggest punishment was going to bed with the king.
Viserys made a sound indicating he was close, he made a move to come out of her, but she locked her legs pretending she was having an orgasm locking him inside of her.
Going to bed with Viserys and carrying his bastard would be Alicent’s punishment.
Daemon pushed her hand guiding them to his room again. He sat on a chair watching her while she took the robe showing to him her nightgown made with the red silk he gave to her, the neckline was deep showing the skin of her breasts.
He was still looking at her when she sat on his lap, her breasts in his face when she took the wine. He saw a drop escaping from her mouth and going down her neck, he licked that drop in her neck, going down until he was close to her breasts.
A father wasn’t supposed to feel like that with his daughter, but he was not only her father, he was the only person she had, and she had his blood in her veins, is there anything that could indicate his ownership better than this, she was made to him, a gift from the fourteen flames to a woman incapable to carry babies and a prince who was private of everything, but only one of them knew how to truly appreciate her, just one of them kept the Valyrian legacy alive.
Her skin was soft against his touch, he was able to cover her breast with his hands, her waist was so thin against his arms and her legs so strong for dragon riding.
He takes her lips in a kiss, feeling the taste of wine in her tongue while grabbing her ass and making her start to rub against his cock. Her hands were in his face grabbing his cheeks and then going down to the back of his neck, she sighted against his lips when he separated the kiss just to rip the nightgown out of her body, she moaned against his neck where she was kissing and biting.
He stood up taking her in his arms and she gave a girly scream, laughing while wrapping her legs around his waist kissing him again.
He lay her down in bed, covering her tiny body with his.
“You’re so good to me, daddy.” She whispered in his ear while he was kissing her neck, leaving a trace of bruises behind.
“What did you call me?” He sighed against her lips before biting the lower lip, strong enough to take blood.
“Daddy.”
“Do it again.”
“What’s the problem, daddy?” She whispered to him, her hand getting down into his body to catch his cock.
“The problem is that you’re a brat, and brat girls are punished for her daddy’s.” He said getting out of bed and starting undressing.
“And how will you punish me?” She asked, mesmerized by his body.
“Give me your hands.” He said.
Rhaenyra looked at him biting her lower lip.
“Rhaenyra, be a good girl and give me your hands.” He said looking at her with fury in his eyes.
He ties her hands together before tying the string in the headboard. He does the same with her ankles kissing before putting them on his shoulder.
“Daemon, what are you doing?” Rhaenyra asked in an innocent voice.
“Punishing you.” He smiled at her before thrusting in the middle of her thighs.
He moaned with how soft the skin was, pure muscle covered with a velvet skin. Rhaenyra moaned too, feeling his tip rub against her clit, her eyes were wide looking at him, her mouth open. He smiled putting his fingers inside of her mouth, looking how she was sucking it with a lascivious look in her eyes.
His thrusts get harder, slapping the back of her legs and making the skin wet.
“Daddy, please… I’m so empty.” Rhaenyra cries.
“Don’t you get it, zaldrītsos ? That’s your punishment.” He laughs more when he sees her crying.
Rhaenyra came with a scream being stuffy by his hand, and when he came, semen painting her stomach, he bit her right breast under her nipple hard enough to make a wound, surely she would have a scar in the future, he felt proud of it. She whimpered, feeling the pain, but calmed down when he untied her. She took her fingers down in her body, taking his seed to her mouth and then mixing it with her blood.
“Now will you fuck me, daddy?” She asked, looking at his eyes.
“I will fuck you when we kill Viserys.” He said looking at her.
He watched the flame in her eyes.
“You’re the heir, you can’t kill him or people will call you a kinslayer and never accept you as king, but…” She said, bringing her finger to his lips to stop him. “your future queen, your consort, can do this, she’ll not need the acceptance of no one except the king.”
“Would you kill him for me?” He asked, flame in his eyes.
“I would do everything for you.” She whispered to him, almost sleeping.
Even hours later he kept watching her sleep. It was cute to see how much she was like him, like father, like daughter, but she… she was brilliant, her manipulation was almost enough to make him hate Viserys more than ever, she was playing with fire his girl, he was proud of her.
Fourteen years later he made his best decision, laying with Aemma in a way to get his revenge against Viserys, maybe it was stingy, but he never cared enough.
Viserys was a dumb man, he was too focused in his Valyria miniature or in Otto Hightower to notice his brother with his balls buried deeply into his wife’s pussy, and Aemma liked it, for the way he had to stuffy her screams every time she came around him, but he had a plan.
To kill his wife in some years if he couldn’t get his annulment and then marrying his ‘niece’ he wanted a Valyrian wife, a person who shared the same culture and physical traits with him, with Aemma married with Viserys and Gael being protected by Alyssane he was treated like trash and now look at him, just one step close to sit on the throne with his Valyrian wife in his lap, to make sure her king was comfortable and warm until she got pregnant.
He played with Rhaenyra’s hair, smiling with the curls that were the same as his, lots of people had told about how much she was like Aemma, but to him, he could only see himself in her.
“Morning.” She whispered, opening her pretty eyes to him, seemed confused.
“Good morning, zaldrītsos , how was your dream?” He said watching her stretching.
“Amazing.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Do you want to know?”
“Course.” He said watching her turn to sit in his lap.
“I dreamed that we poisoned the kings wine and Alicent take the fault because she was the only one in the room with the king, she said in her judgment that it was all her fathers plan and the we had a reason to attack the Hightower’s because Otto runned away to hide with his family.” She said while kissing his jawline.
“This was a dream or a plan?” He puts his hand on her hips going down to her thighs.
“Why not both?” She said against her lips, a beautiful smile on her face.
“My wise girl.” He laughed, kissing her rose lips.
…
She didn’t understand what was happening, she was being taken by the kingsguard to the black cells, being treated like trash, at least she was dressed, with her ripped nightgown but dressed.
“Sor Harrold, what’s happening?” She whispered to the man who saw her growing up.
His stoic expression didn’t change with her shake voice, but his grab was tighter around her arm, she was sure that later she would have bruises in her arm.
She was pulled down into the floor, it was dirty, wet and smelled like rotten things.
“Please, please let me go, let me go, I’m innocent.” She screamed, crying, panic growing inside of her.
“How could you do that?” She listened.
She saw the Fire growing, fancy shoes, black and red tissue and then the silver hair.
“You’re a traitor, a viper into us.” The voice was so cold that she felt her spine shiver.
“You know it’s not like that.” She whispered, her voice breaking.
“They raised you and you betrayed them.” The voice sounded all over the cells.
She flinched, shaking, her eyes full of tears and her hiccups echoing.
“But now they’ll be avenged, you’ll pay for your crimes, your little whore.” The voice was closer and looking at the lilac eyes she felt dread in her body.
“Please, please I beg for mercy.” She cried.
“Now you beg for mercy, Alicent Hightower? You’re the one that killed king Viserys and now you’ll pay for your sin’s.” Daemon hit the bars, with all his fury.
“Please let me talk with Rhaenyra, let me explain to her.” She cried.
“You killed her father, she’s crying her tears off, she doesn't want to know about you. To her you’re dead.” He said, making her cry more.
“Enjoy your stay, little mouse, you're lucky it's going to be so short.” He left, smiling to the screams of the Hightower whore.
…
In Daemon’s chambers Rhaenyra was tied in his bed, her arms in the headboard, legs wide open, just like he said she was crying but the reason was other.
The plan was right, they took the venom and added in Viserys favorite wine, Alicent when she was going to visitate him took it, he drink a lot of glasses before start to fight against the poison, she screamed when he passed out falling out from the bed, the guards invaded the room seeing the young lady naked in the king's bed, her nightgown ripped on the floor and the king dead, suffocated by his own vomit. Daemon and Rhaenyra were called.
Rhaenyra made the act of her life, screaming and crying, babbling words of ‘my father’ ‘you killed my father’ a daughter in grief.
Daemon hugged her, an uncle comforting his beloved niece, and then shut orders.
“Take her to the black cells, the rest of you go take her father, she can’t be that smart to think all of that all alone. I’ll take princess Rhaenyra to my chambers until she's calmer.” He said before carrying Rhaenyra in his arms, if his hands were too close to her ass and tits no one would say anything to him.
Rhaenyra hid her face in his neck pretending she was crying in his shoulder when she was actually kissing his neck, using both their hairs to hide the action. The door is closed and locked when he puts her on the floor.
She starts to find support on him and for a second, seeing her shaky shoulder he believes that she regretted that now with Viserys death she would mourn him, so when she raised her face and he saw the way she was laughing, flames this made him laugh too. Fucked up it was, but Viserys only receive what he deserved, for being a bad father, the worst husband and an awful brother.
Rhaenyra brought his face close to her kissing his lips, more dragon than girl.
“It’s time to you to fuck me, there’s no king holding your collar anymore, dad.” She laughed against his lips.
“Yeah, there’s not. I can take you in all the ways I thought about before.” He said, grabbing her by the neck.
He ripped off her clothes like it was made of paper, his touch so sharp as Dark sister blade, he destroyed all the tissue he saw covering her until she was shining under the moonlight.
“So daddy, what’s gonna be?” She whispered, her arms going around his neck.
His hand held between her legs, pressing his fingers in her wet cunt, she moaned, feeling his two fingers inside of her, big and deep, stretching her, his palm rubbing her clit while he started to move his hand against her, the movements were slow but deep.
He grabbed her cheeks bringing her mouth close to his, kissing her deeply, taking her moans like a thirsty man. His movements now were fast and deep and when he bowed the tip of his finger against her soft spot, this made her whimper in his mouth, scratching his beck and pressing her breasts against his chest.
“You’re close?” He asked in a low tone to her.
“Yes, yes, so close.” She said in the middle of her delirium.
He stopped taking his fingers out of her and licking her essence. Her legs were shaking, her eyes glazed but he could see the fury in her eyes. The same way he did to her, she ripped his clothes off.
He laughed before taking the straps of their clothes to the floor.
“Be a good girl from daddy and lay down in bed.” He says and watches her eyes getting darker.
She lays and complains a little while she tied her in bed, arms and legs wide open, he came above her, kissing her cheeks ignoring her lips and going down her body, kissing his mark in her breast, her stomach that he would see getting bigger to carry his children/ her siblings, the belly button and then the soft hair between her legs, he pressed his nose feeling the scent of her, just smelling her made he feel hungry, he wanted to taste her like never before.
And so he did, he pressed his tongue against her cunt, licking her fluid, his finger was against her clit, touching but not rubbing.
He moved his tongue up and down on her making her sigh, he could hear her trying to move her arms and legs and laughed against her making her move.
“What’s the problem, zaldrītsos ? You can’t handle daddy?” He whispered against her, she moaned again this time louder.
“No, please, don’t stop, please.” She begged.
“Please, what? How do you need to call me?” He said slapping her clit, she screamed, arching her spine.
“Please, daddy. Kepa .” She screamed.
“That’s my good girl.” He whispered to start sucking and biting her clit.
She was so close, it would be a shame don’t let her come, feeling her spasms against his tongue, filling his throat.
“My prince, I’m sorry to interrupt you but this is extremely urgent.” He heard a voice from the door.
He groaned against her clit before standing up and starting to get ready.
“Wait no, where are you going?” She whispered.
“I need to solve some problems maybe, I will come back soon.” He said, kissing her forehead.
“Will you untie me, daddy, please?” She whispered.
Daemon looked into her doe eyes before laughing.
“So you can use your tiny finger to cum while I’m not here? No, I don’t think so.” He said leaving.
And then she was there, tied in bed wide open, incapable to touch her own clit, hurting for not being able to cum and being teased by the cold air touching her wet cunt. She was overwhelmed, skin shining with her sweat and his spit, while her face was wet with her tears.
The door was open and when she saw her dad she couldn’t stop the whimper in her throat.
“My zaldrītsos were suffering while I was out?” He said, with a smile on his face while taking his clothes out again.
“It has been so cold and scary without you daddy, I felt so empty without you.” She cried, feeling the happiness when he started uniting her arms.
“Where do you feel empty, zaldrītsos ?” He asked, kissing her stomach.
“In my cunt, daddy.” She moaned, feeling his tongue licking her pussy.
“Your little cunt is starving, so you want me to put my cock inside of you?” He said uniting her ankles watching her sit.
“Yes, daddy, please.” She pulled him over her, like a heavy blanket.
His hands holding her thighs moving her like a doll well open to him, he put his tip in her wet hole and kissed her lips and started to move a little in and out her.
“Do you think you’re ready?” He whispered to her, his forehead against hers.
“I was made to you, Kepa , take me.” She was looking deep inside of her eyes.
He groaned starting to move his hips invading her, she cried scratching his backs, arching her spine, she seemed confused if she was feeling pleasure or pain.
“See how good you’re, taking me so well.” He whispered to her moving his hips brutally against her.
“I was made to take you, daddy, to give birth to my siblings, our children.” She moaned.
Daemon was feeling the closest as heaven, her pussy was hot and wet, tight around him and seeing how Rhaenyra, his beautiful daughter, was receptive to his brutality, made the flame inside of him burn higher. With her legs in his shoulder he started to hit her faster and harder, rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit, his tip was touching the soft spot inside of her making her roll her eyes and open her mouth.
Her hands were all over his body, exploring him, feeling his scars and muscles, everytime she left her cunt she moaned like an animal in deep suffering just to do the most beautiful sound when he hit her again, her hand found her place in his ass, so when he left she pulled him back immediately. Her other hand was in the back of his neck grabbing his hair, bringing his face close to hers.
He noticed how dark her eyes were, glazed, the strength of her cunt around him, pulling him deeper and making hard to him to move out of her, he was proud of himself he was not the first and only one from his daughter but he was able to give her an orgasm in her first time.
“Are you close, zaldrītsos ?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Kepa , so close.” She moaned back, exposing her neck to him.
“Do you want to cum with me?” He asked while kissing her collarbones.
“Yes, yes, please kepa .”
“Then hold a little, you’ll only cum when I let you.” He grabbed her neck, choking her.
Rhaenyra wasn’t able to speak, only nodded in agreement. Her eyes were full of tears with how hard she was holding her orgasm of exploding.
“Poor little girl, is this hard? Having to hold your orgasm to me when I denied you two times before? Does it hurt, zaldrītsos ?” He said between his brutal thrusts against her.
He took her legs out of his shoulders to wrap it around his hips, going deep inside of her.
“ Kepa , daddy, please.” She cried.
The vision of Rhaenyra, his daughter, eyes full of tears, open and stuffed by his cock crying for his seed made him feel the grip in his balls indicating his ending.
“Cum, pretty girl, cum to daddy.” He ordered.
Her eyes rolled back when he filled her, her cervix contracted sucking his seed to her womb. He knew it took, she was in her fertile period, having her last day of blood eight days before, she started to be fertile two days before but they couldn’t risk being caught by the guards. Deep inside of him he knew she would be pregnant, so young and feral his daughter, it was a good signal to their future family. A good and protective dragon, just like him.
He turn around in bed, bringing her with him, he was still inside of her making sure she was full and making her comfortable in his chest.
“So what's to come next?” She asked him.
“We kill the fucking Hightower’s.” He smiled at her.
“And then?” She said, her nail playing in his chest making his skin shiver.
“And then we are both gonna sit on the throne, father and daughter, husband and wife, king and queen from the seven kingdoms.”
“So, we need to work on our heir then.” She said moving her hips against him.
He laughed grabbing her waist, he felt his cock getting harder again, that would be a long night.
…
It was a sunny day when the prince Daemon Targaryen was crowned king and protector of the seven kingdoms, all the nobles watched enchanted the conqueror's crown in the princess hand, before she placed softly against his head, playing with his hair and then leaving so everybody could see the king Daemon in all his glory.
The nobles feasted and celebrated, appreciating the lodging and groceries of the red keep, and if somebody noticed how the biggest part of the lords from the Reach didn’t appear, they didn’t say anything. The only thing they talked about was the engagement between the king and his niece, with lady Rhea Royce dead for a while, he needed a queen to be by his side, and who better than the girl who looked at him with stars in her eyes and shared the same blood as his.
Behind the curtains ravens were sent to the Reach, warning them that if they gave all the Hightower’s to King's landing to be executed their lands would be safe, but if they needed to go there taking them they would do like their ancestors, with fire and blood. His spies told them about how all the Reach houses were going to a battle to capture all of them.
The king's bride was constantly seen helping him with his duties, sitting on his lap, paying attention to the council and to all the information that was spread to her.
Not so long, the Hightower’s were in King's landing, after being tortured by the worst people that Daemon and his spies could find they were executed by strangulation, their heads were put on the walls so everybody knew what happened to the enemies of the crown.
The royal wedding happened one week after they killed all the Hightower’s, everybody only talked about how gorgeous the realm’s delight was, between the small folk they started to sing songs about how she was the Rogue’s delight after the marriage. About the bed, the ones old enough could claim that they were even louder than Baelon e Alyssa Targaryen, the screams that came from the queen that night, were one of the reason of the overbilling in the silk street, whores were never more grateful to the royal family than that night.
If their first children came some weeks before the maesters though no one said anything, they liked a lot their tongues to do that
, maesters were not right all the time.
After a drunk lord called the monarchs as the king and queen of the whores, calling the queen a prostitute, the guards went close to him to cut his tongue, it wasn’t needed. Using Dark Sister he cutted the lord's head.
“He can keep his tongue.” He said cleaning the blade with a tissue.
Most of the ladies felt nauseous with the vision, but the queen, well known for her constant nausea in her pregnancy didn’t show any signal of being affected by the brutal scene, she kept drinking her watery wine. She even kissed his cheek when he sat by her side again, his hand protective in her womb caressing the protuberance, for how they smiled to each other, the guests happily assumed that they felt the baby moving in her belly.
King Daemon and Queen Rhaenyra were known as the conqueror’s reincarnation. Queen Rhaenyra always made wise decisions to help the kingdom while the King was the protector making sure that Westeros would grow and being feared by the enemies. Their children always had a dragon egg in their cradles that hatched, little dragons that came from Caraxes and Syrax.
The house Targaryen was strong again, following the ways of old Valyria, marrying in front of the fourteen flames after the marriage in the sept they made sure to conquer the favor of the flames again. The dragons were safe again.