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Fake friends are like shadows: always near you at your brightest moments, but nowhere to be seen at your darkest hour.
– Khalil Gibran
Daemon was leaning against the wall as he watched his Kingly Brother sit in the chair in the small council seat as they talked over the kingdom as he listened to Otto Highcunt drone on and on about how they should limit the Gold Cloaks again. Two thousand was too many for Daemon to have and it started to pose a problem for the Hand who had wanted him to be this.
Daemon walked into the room from his hiding place that not many knew of and smirked as Otto looked to him in shock. “If I'm so powerful as you like to claim I'm then let me remind you... It was you who put forth for me to take over the Gold Cloaks and make something of them. You call me Visenya's Maegor come again but yet I've never shown a inch of wanting to remove my brother from his Throne. It is you who see me as this. I would never harm my family. Who pits my beloved brother against me at every turn and even so far as I've heard rumors you poison my good sister Aemma. Which I've been looking into I might add cause I do hear things when my Kingly Brother is not around.” Daemon said to the small council in that lilted voice that said rage was going to become a thing if he had to say anymore and he sat down next to his brother who looked at the cunt across from himself.
Otto sputtered with a look of anger on his face. “I would never do that to the Queen!” Otto raged at Daemon, and he watched the Rouge Prince raise an eyebrow at him with a smirk. “Yet you are here raging at me as if you are a child. Reason I brought this to the small council's knowledge is cause I've found something that gives me reason for Otto Hightower to be thrown in the black cells. Bring forth the girl Ser Strong.” Daemon called forth a Gold Cloak who brought forth a maid who looked scared as she meets with the rest of those in the small council's room.
She whimpered when she saw Otto Hightower sitting there, she went pale as a ghost. She looked ready to faint but one look to the Rouge Prince had secrets spilling from her pretty pale red lips.
“The Lord Hand came to me a few years ago with a vial of something that had been told to me that was something that was given to wives that were carrying a child. He would always replace each bottle every time one ran out. What I don't know was in that bottle your Grace.” She takes a deep breath as she goes on her voice quivering as she keeps her eyes on the Rouge Prince too scared to look at anyone else. “He would always answer my questions about the mixture with the same thing over and over about how it was given to those in his family to make those with child to carry to term.” She hic upped as tears poured down her face. Picking right back up. “It wasn't till this last time the Queen was carrying that I started to do more research into the mixture. It wasn't a tonic for the Queen to give you and the Queen the long for Prince you both so wanted... It was one to weaken the Queen to the point that she would die. I had wish I knew more before this had started to affect the Queen so. Your Daughter's aren't safe your Grace! He means to have them killed or worst.” The young woman says to the council as everyone has finished listening to the maid to the Queen say everything she has need to say. Prince Daemon looks at her and nods telling the Gold Cloak to keep her there within the room as the rest of the Gold Cloaks spill into the Small Council chambers.
“So, Otto Cuntower anything to refute this?” Daemon says as he slowly stands up to look at the hand of the King. Otto looks at him and then Viserys. Gulping as he realizes he has tried to become more than his station would allow.
“Get Him out of my sight!!!!!!!!” Viserys roars out as he stands, and his chair is knocked to the ground. Viserys sees red as the Gold Cloaks and Knights of the Kingsguard grab the man before tossing the pin of the Hand of the King upon the table.
Daemon woke with a start as his breath came in heavy pants as he looked to the windows to see them still covered. Sweat dropped down his nose and onto his chest as he stared towards the window in thought. I haven't had a Dragon dream in a while... Not one that made him really think about anything other than finding out if what his dream said was true. He got up and headed over to the wash basin and cupped his hands together and splashed his face with the cool water.
Something was telling him to keep an eye close on the Cuntower and he had plans to. He had to set about getting to the maid to Aemma to question her about whatever the dream was trying to tell him. He hummed to himself as he looked out the window. He should send a letter to his bronze bitch of a wife to call her to court to see if they could end this marriage for once and for all. He sent the message to his wife through his own means than a raven. He doesn't want the Hightower getting a hold of that scroll and going to Viserys before him and Rhea could. He shook his head as he kept looking out the window in thought.
When one of his Gold Cloaks came to inform him of the news of the city he turned to the man and nodded as he started to walk out, he turned to the man and told him in a whispered voice of whom to find so he could talk to her.
“Tell her Prince Daemon needs to talk to her about something of the upmost importance and to make haste to my rooms when she has a moment and to stand by the door I'll be there after dining with my brother and nieces.” He said to the man and headed out to see to the rest of his men. He watched as some went about their work as others trained. He knew shaping them up came along way to what it had once been. A piss poor job that allowed crime to skyrocket and prosper. He looked at the sky and noticed it was getting time to go back to the castle and dine with his brother and family.
He turned to his second in command and told him if anything was needed of him to send someone to fetch him and fast. He left after that and wondered back to the castle at his own pace. He walked into the courtyard to see Otto Hightower standing there talking to one of his little spies that followed someone or another around that Otto thought was a threat to him. Daemon hid closer to them and listened as the boy gave a report of himself doing his duty as leader to the Gold Cloaks and he snorted quietly as he listened to the boy tell him of everything he had saw.
Otto seemed to get angry when Daemon don't seem to be doing anything wrong and gave the coin grudgingly to the boy. He watched as Otto turned quickly and went back into the Castle and the boy try to run away as Daemon caught him.
“Let me go.” The child said and turned to see the one he had been spying on was the one that caught him. Daemon smiled brightly at the child showing his teeth and felt the child shudder.
“I'll have a word with you boy.” Daemon said softly in a way not to scare the boy farther than he already had and dragged him behind him to his own rooms using the secret passageways to his rooms while he knew that maid was probably waiting for him, he needed to find out what the hand knew and how to combat this. It wouldn't do for what he's trying to uncover.
“Now till me boy what have you told Hightower? I'll even make it more than he was paying you with food from the kitchens and extra gold dragons.” Daemon asked and said all in one breath as he watched the boy chew this over. After all information was worth a lot to children that learned what they shouldn't.
The boy opened his mouth and spilled everything to Daemon at the promise of food and extra dragons. Which he pulled out from a hidden area that the boy couldn't see and handed them to him along with a tray that was placed in his room and showed the boy out of his room while turning to the maid.
“My Prince.” She said flustered as she bobbed a quick curtsy. He waved her in and watched how she kept her eyes to the floor not looking around. Aemma don't run a redistrict household unless one of her maids had gotten out of hand. She keeps wringing her hands and keeps looking at him through her lashes as if she knows she's in trouble. He invites her to sit but she refuses and so he sits down.
“I'm sorry, I don't think I've had the pleasure of knowing your name my lady.” He says as he watches her shuffle from foot to foot while not staying still. She gasps softly and bits her lip.
“It's Nira Celtigar, My Prince.” She says softly to him and still keeping her head down. He leans forward and puts his hand under her chin to make her meet his eyes at lease.
“It's nice to meet you, Lady Nira. But what we are about to talk about I'll need you to look me in the eyes cause I have many questions upon the Queen. I need to know if anything new was introduced to her in the last few years.” Daemon says to her and watches as she bites her lip as tears line her eyes. She takes a deep breath before producing a almost clear vial to him.
“The Lord hand keeps giving these to me to give to the Queen.” Hands him a vial of something. “He claims ladies of his family use this to help them when they are with child. But I've noticed something quiet odd. I wasn't the only one he would give this too. I would refuse to allow any use of it but it would find a way into her meal or even drinks. I would try to take them back before she noticed but sadly sometimes it would be too late.” She says as she sobs brokenly at the thought of what could be in the vial. Daemon takes the vial and takes a sniff of it and growls and sits the vial on his table before grabbing her hands. Noticing the fingers of her hands were turning a bright red from her wringing them so much.
“Tell me all who he gave this too Lady Nira, I need to know who all has this and if you know where they store it that way, I can have more proof of what's going on in order to protect The Queen.” He says as he watches her break down even more and nods.
“Most of the ladies keep them close to them or even on their nightstands near the bed. But the ladies he's given to are most of lower standing ones that if notice would be easy to throw them to the wolves. It'd be his word against theirs My Prince.” She hic ups as she talks once more. As she looks to their hands. “I would feel better if I could write this down on paper as proof instead of just my word alone My Prince.” She says clearly and he stands to grab her paper and a quill for her to write upon.
It takes about two hours for each name to be written upon that paper and much more info on the paper. Their names and where they keep said vial was all on that paper. He watched as she left the full vial there.
“What did you do with the ones you never used?” He says as he watches her look up at him with clear blue eyes. “I kept them in a hidden space in case they weren't what he said they were my Prince.” She says softly as she makes her eyes look down at the floor and she even writes her own name down and where the vials are said to be kept. But the one name that catches his attention is that Maester Mello's is one with the vials as well.
Sitting down next to the lady he put his head in his hands breathing hard trying to get his temper in checked before he put all the hard work this lady had put on paper to waste. He stood and paced back and forth. She sat there watching him as he worked on getting his temper under control.
“Is that everyone that has this vial, my Lady?” He asks as his voice trembles with raw anger laced within it. To think that leech had been doing this for years. Who knew if he had been doing it for longer. Daemon turned to her and watched as she nodded with tears pouring down her face. He doesn't want to let her go without protection. So, he stepped out and told a servant to go grab Ser Strong. Stepping back in he sat back down across from her.
“I'm going to have someone make sure you remain safe till all of this is taken care of my lady. Tell me has she gotten any of the contents of that vial this pregnancy? “He asks as sadness creeps into his voice at the thought of all this.
“Yes, I'm sure of it. The Maester I'm sure has laced it with some of the tonic's he gives her to help with her pain or even some of the food he has one of his minions bring for her. I say minions cause that's what they are. They aren't there to learn under him they are there to do his bidding.” She says with anger laced in her voice and he nods to this thinking it all over and seeing what she says. He grabs the paper and starts looking over each name and feels himself grow paler.
“Once Ser Strong is here. You're free to go but please be careful on how many people know of our meeting today. The less know about this the better it is for us to catch those who have wronged the Queen.” He says and watches as she stands to leave as Ser Strong enters the room.
“Take her back to the Queens rooms but make sure that many do not notice you nor her. If asked why you two are together you two are courting each other to see if a match would be likely to happen.” He tells them both in a tired voice as he looks at the time and realizes hes a bit late to go dine with his family and starts to head out the door and watches the two walks away.
“Uncle Daemon!” Twin voices cry out as they see him walking into his brother's chambers to see him with his nieces and Aemma laughing. He smiles softly at this only after learning everything. Hes taking in his sister-in-law by marriage but realizes she's the sister he's always wanted but sadly about to lose.
“Daemon, please come sit.” She says with happiness in her voice. He makes his way over and notices he's sitting between his two little nieces who look up at him with happiness shining in their eyes.
Viserys just smiles at seeing his family whole thought missing Rhaenys and her children as well. But he takes this to mean good things for his family and looks over to his brother watching the girls chat with a sad smile on his face as if he knew something he don't. Looking to his youngest daughter he notices her eyes were on her uncle as she looked to her mother as her uncle was.
“Girls, I've heard you've been skipping on your lessons again.” He laughs as he watches them both turn to him. One with amethyst eyes and the other with a green and lilac eye. He sees his mother in his second born daughter and wants to cry at the thought of Alyssa Targaryen but shakes the thought and watches as the two giggles while looking to each other.
“We did only to see Muña.” The second one says as she stares at him with eyes that look older than her age says she is. He feels as if he had the wind knocked out of him as he looks into those eyes. She smiles softly while looking back to her mother.
“Oh, my beloveds.” She says with a laugh and leans towards her second born daughter and cups her cheek and their daughter leans into the touch with a soft smile on her own face. “Alyria I don't want you skipping your lessons just for me.” Aemma says with a smile in her voice.
He remembers how she got her name with a laugh and Aemma looks to him with kind eyes and smile as if also thinking of the same memory also.
Prince Baelon is holding her to himself as his son and his wife argue over her name. Every name Aemma is fighting him over don't sound right to her for this child. He throws his hands up in the air getting fed up when his father says a name that just clicks with in his and Aemma's mind.
“Alyria Targaryen. She'll have her own name that something is part of Valyria and her grandmother's name. She looks like her you know.” Baelon says on a sob as he looks at his second granddaughter. “She has her mix match eyes. One lilac and the other green.” He says with tears in his eyes and looks up at the couple that had been arguing for a good half hour since the birth.
Viserys is struck dumb and Aemma is smiling as if that was the name, she had wanted all along. He walks over to his father to look down at his second daughter to see his father was right about her eyes and looks. He brushes a finger down her red pump cheek. Her eyes meet his and she stares into his eyes which unsettles him. As if she knows too much and is from a world where he'll never understand her. Baelon grasp her attention back on him as he talks to her in High Valyrian to the girl as he turned to his wife to see her looking at Rhaenyra with a smile on her face as she sang a Valyrian lullaby to her. Baelon stepped over to his good-daughter and handed her the other baby who was sleeping.
Coming back from the memory the King watched as his two daughters had their uncle wrapped around their little fingers. He looked to Aemma to see her smiling as well.
Daemon looked to Rhaenyra and Alyria with smiles on their faces.
“You promise to go riding with us tomorrow, Uncle?” Alyria asked as Rhaenyra nodded while looking up at him and he couldn't say no to the two of them so with a laugh he said as much. The two laughed and it sounded like small bells singing to his ears. Aemma laughs as well and turns to him.
“Daemon you shouldn't give into them so easy! You spoil them rotten.” Aemma laughs as she tries to reprimand him but knows she is just as bad as him at saying no to them. Viserys looks to the girls to see them shaking with laughter. He looks to his second daughter and can't help but see his mother sitting there. Her hair was silver but had hint of what his mother hair looked like.
Daemon pulled both girls into his lap and cuddled them both. “I can't help but spoil these two little Princesses before long they'll be women grown and married.” Daemon chuckled as he watched Rhaenyra and Alyria glare at him.
“I'll only ever marry you uncle!” Rhaenyra declares before her parents which Daemon laughs at that. While Alyria looks angry. “I'll not marry. I'd rather be a warrior upon dragon back.” The little girl says to them right after and they all go quite knowing she's speaking the truth. They all sober at the thought as the second daughter stares at her father dead in the eyes with her mismatch eyes.
Daemon pulls them both closer to himself and puts his chin on Rhaenyra's head. “Maybe we'll start your sword training again Alyria?” He asks her as she turns to him with a smile that melts his heart just like Rhaenyra's, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes after the topic that had just been brought up. He understood her all too well.
He helped Aemma get the girls back to their shared room. Viserys being pulled away by Otto Highcunt once more to whisper in his ears about how bad of a person he no doubt was. Aemma seemed to be staring of into space.
“Daemon, I want you to train both of my girls.” She says to him with a tone he can't quiet figure out and she turns to him. “I know you are going to train Alyria. But please take Rhaenyra with you.” Aemma lets out in a worried tone and starts to twist one of her rings around her finger before stepping as close as her belly would allow her and whispers in high Valyrian. “I don't know how much time I have left with them. I have a feeling this will be my last time in the birthing bed, and I'll be leaving them unprotected. So please train Rhaenyra as well.” Aemma says with tears lining her eyes and Daemon understands she knows what is going on or even happening to her.
They hurry to put the girls down so he might talk to her about something that he's been itching to talk to her about. As they both sing in high Valyrian to the girls who nod off into dreams they do not know what they could be about but if they had a guess warrior princesses and dragons.
He walks Aemma back to her rooms and when she bids him to follow her, he does so. He sits away from her after helping her to her seat.
“Daemon, I know you met with one of my ladies in waiting. Before you say anything please understand I know things that not many know. Ever since Rhaenyra and Alyria were born, I've had weird and sometimes upsetting dreams. I also have been working on a spy network as well. I need to know what is going on to protect my girls and family.” She breathes through a sharp pain that has him worried and her waving him off.
“Daemon, if anything should happen to me promise me, you'll protect my girls with everything that you have.” She says with her hand on her swollen belly, and he looks at her without a second thought or even a first he answers. “I'll protect them with my life if there is ever a moment that calls for it.” He tells her and watches as she relaxes into the chair, and he suddenly has an idea. He stands up quickly and sits back down after grabbing a few things from her desk and starts to write down the plans which he passes to her.
She picks up the paper and starts to read it and she smirks at him as she nods. “That could work but how do you plan to pull it off?” She asks with her tired voice, and he realizes it needs to be soon before the next moon turn, or she'd be taken from them far too soon. “I'll write to Rhaenys asking for her help. I'm sure by the way Alyria is looking at you she knows something as well. Rhaenys has brought up the way Viserys avoids her to me on more than one time.” He says as he watches her nod to this, and he watches as she tilts her head to the side and writes down something on the paper.
He pulls it to himself and reads it. He looks up at his good-sister and writes on it. They know Otto watches them both for they can destroy his well-made plans. He writes as much on the paper and writes the plan brewing in his head.
Aemma sighs and writes that Alyria came to her with a worrying dream telling her of the birth of the child she carries within her will be her death. He looks up into her eyes and has shock written all over his face. He writes quickly a question, and she answers back.
He leans back in the chair with his head in his hand. Breathing in and out he knew something was special about the second daughter but to know this. He quickly writes that they need to start putting their plan in motion. While telling her about how he'll go right to Rhaenys with this on the morrow.
The note reads as followed:
I have a plan to get you out of the Red Keep. I don't trust the Maester or Otto Hightower with your labor to come. I plan to use another who is closely looks like you and is about to give birth. I'll even have help from Alyria. Her dragon could come in hand as well in helping you from this cursed place.
Alyria came to me with a worrying dream of her and Rhaenyra watching me be gut like a fish to get my babe out. Not only that she saw how her father ignored her and Rhaenyra's pain at the loss of me. I don't want my daughters to see this. They don't deserve this sort of pain in their short lives.
They don't and Alyria will be able to bring Rhaenyra into the fold for this plan to work. But I think keeping you on Dragonstone while you recover from the birth will be the best option then move you somewhere else for a time too. Where I've yet to think of or we dye your hair another color to keep you hidden at Dragonstone. All the servants are loyal to me and only me. None of Otto's little rats have gotten in nor the grey ones.
Then it's settled we have a plan, but we just need to get the girls and Rhaenys in on this as well. But we must keep an eye on the Maester as well he's been hovering more around me lately. I don't trust him anymore Daemon... There is something wrong with him and I try to make sure I'm never alone or drink anything from him. But sadly, its forced upon me no matter what I do.
End of note passing between Daemon and Aemma rest of the plan just talks about the best way to keep her hidden from those that wish to hurt her and her child. Daemon doesn't tell her about how her own ladies were used against her yet. He needs all the information that way he can work to take down Otto and anyone else a part of this plan.
He stands and helps her up to her bed and kisses her forehead while giving her a hug. As he leaves he makes sure to head to the girls room. He checks in on them finding them curled up next to the other. They couldn't sleep without the other.
He had also noticed Alyria don't like the Hightower girl either. He made a note to ask her the why at a later date. He keeps the note to himself as he leaves the Red Keep through the hidden passage ways to the Dragonpit where he sees Caraxes is already waiting for him while the Dragonkeepers don't understand how Caraxes is there waiting.
Climbing up to Caraxes saddle never got old for him. He looked towards the Red Keep and thought he should've left a letter to his Nieces but knew time wasn't on their side it never really was when it came to their family. Aemma needed to be whisked away and fast before she gave birth. It's with that thought he has Caraxes off the ground of the Dragonpit and into the air before the sun has even risen.
The Rouge Prince heads to Driftmark to see his cousin Rhaenys to ask for her aid in this. For they would need to finalize some importance pieces that him or Aemma might not think of. He's lost in thought while he trusts Caraxes to get him there.
He arrives at High Tide and is greeted by his favorite cousin and her family. He dismounts Caraxes who takes to the air knowing he has free rain over at Driftmark. Daemon turns to his cousin who looks at him confused by his visit.
“Daemon skoros iksis se nūmāzma hen bisa? ēza mirros massitas? (Daemon what is the meaning of this? Has something happened?)” Rhaenys asks slipping into high Valyrian knowing how much her cousin only wanted to talk in their mother tongue. She watches as he steps closer to whisper in her ear. “Nyke jorrāelagon aōha dohaeragon lēda mirros konir sagon hen upmost importance bona istiti sagon somewhere secret naejot ȳdragon hen bisa (I need your help with something that is of the upmost importance that we must be somewhere secret to talk of this.)” He says slipping into the same thought as Rhaenys has and he smiles to her children who smile and then head off.
Rhaenys leads him to a room within High Tide that looks to be one that hasn't been used in many years. “Īlon'll sagon mērī kesīr Daemon. Sir ivestragon nyke skoros ēza ao seeking nyke hen se syt skoros trouble gaomagon ao maghagon bē aōla daor? (We'll be alone here Daemon. Now tell me what has you seeking me out and for what trouble do you bring upon yourself not?)” She questions him and watches as he looks out the window before handing her a letter. She recognizes the stamp upon this letter. The three headed dragon with the Arryn symbol along with it. She looks up at him quickly and he nods to the letter. She opens it to see perfectly written High Valyrian addressed to her. Her mouth goes dry at what is within this letter.
Jorrāelagon cousin Rhaenys,
lo ao sagon reading bisa, pār Daemon ēza gotten naejot ao isse jēda syt īlva kȳvanon naejot sagon ironed hen. Iksan zūgagon gaoman daor emagon olvie jēda geptot among ao. Se nudho rats kȳvanon naejot ossēnagon nyke along lēda hightower. Nyke've found bisa hen rȳ ñuha spy network yn iā while ago. Ziry kȳvana naejot dīnagon zȳhon tala isse ñuha valzȳrys's bed. Gaoman daor jaelagon naejot morghūljagon nor naejot rual se riña nyke carry naejot morghūljagon. Pāsan ziry iksos naejot sagon riña daor se valītsos ñuha valzȳrys sīr wishes.
nyke bardugon naejot ao hen iā kȳvanon naejot whisk nyke se ñuha riña naejot safety. Nyke, Daemon se Alyria kessa jorrāelagon aōha dohaeragon. Nyke gīmigon ao've ūndegīon skorkydoso se dārys looks rȳ ñuha tȳne āzma tala se emagon thought hen ways naejot dohaeragon nyke. Sīr jorrāelagon cousin kostilus dohaeragon nyke naejot ūndegon another vēzos sīmonagon se naejot urnēbagon ñuha riñi mazverdagon bē se become qilōni īlis meant naejot sagon.
nyke'll daor emagon Rhaenyra se Alyria ropagon ezīmagon hightower's ondos. Ziry'll spell se vējes hen īlva lentor se cause naenie deaths naejot befall se sīkuda Dārȳti.
ao sagon cousin se dāria
Aemma Ārōn Targārien
(Dear Cousin Rhaenys,
If you're reading this, then Daemon has gotten to you in time for our plan to be ironed out. I'm afraid I do not have much time left among you. The grey rats plan to kill me along with Hightower. I've found this out through my spy network but a while ago. He plans to place his daughter in my husband's bed. I do not wish to die nor to allow the child I carry to die. I believe it's to be a girl not the boy my husband so wishes.
I write to you of a plan to whisk me and my child to safety. Me, Daemon and Alyria will need your help. I know you've seen how the King looks at my second born daughter and have thought of ways to help me. So dear cousin please help me to see another sun rise and to watch my girls grow up and become who they were meant to be.
I'll not have Rhaenyra and Alyria fall into Hightower's hands. It'll spell the doom of our house and cause many deaths to befall the Seven Kingdoms.
You're cousin the Queen
Aemma Arryn Targaryen. )
It is then that she looks up to Daemon to see him staring at her with guarded eyes. She knows of what Aemma is talking of. She sighs and sits down with the letter in her hand and looks to the man before her. She leans back in her chair and looks to the windows not truly seeing out the windows. She knows the cost that this plan could have if backfires on all involved but she would be damned to have them grey rats to claim another Targaryen wife and child and so its with that resolve that she looks to her cousin and stands up and walks to him.
“Nyke'll dohaeragon syt konīr iksis daor greater run than īlva lentor. Aōha kepa watched hen syt nyke tolī ñuha own rēbagon. Ziry instilled bona motto ezīmagon īlva olvie ānogar cousin. Ziry vestragon aōha lēkia ēza forgotten se creed se motto hen zȳhon own kepa se adopted bona hen iā leech. (I'll help for there is no greater thing than our family. Your father watched out for me after my own passed. He instilled that motto into our very blood cousin. It seems your brother has forgotten the creed and motto of his own father and adopted that of a leech.)” She whispers only for his ears and he nods to her and hugs her close burrowing deep into her arms at the thought of the two parents they both had lost. Not only did they lose their fathers.
“Nyke'll sagon heading naejot court pār. Nyke pendagon nyke'll maghagon laena hae sȳrī syt ziry might sagon able naejot gaomagon se princesses hen hen trouble. (I'll be heading to court then. I think I'll bring Laena as well for she might be able to keep the Princesses out of trouble.)” She says to him and he laughs softly at the thought of the three little terrors upon the Red Keep. “Nyke highly doubt kostas gaomagon lī lanta hen hen trouble while trying naejot gaomagon herself hen hen trouble. Tho īlin olvie keskydoso skori īlin hāedykta. (I highly doubt she can keep those two out of trouble while trying to keep herself out of trouble. Tho we were much the same when we were younger.)” He says with fond memories of a time only known to them and she smiles too.
“Nyke'll emagon ñuha ra packed along lēda laena's hae sȳrī. Istiti daor waste jēda cause ziry iksos daor va īlva paktot ziry vestragon. Ziry'll emagon naejot sagon comfortable va zaldrīzes arlī jorrāelagon cousin. (I'll have my things packed along with Laena's as well. We must not waste time cause it's not on our side it seems. She'll have to be comfortable on dragon back dear cousin.)” She says back and watches as he starts to head out of the room as she follows.
She heads to her own rooms as he goes to the ones given to him for his stay here and sits down to rest for a while till supper. He asks the servants to bring him a bath so he might soak in it for a while.
He lets his thoughts roam as he is in the bath and closes his eyes. All thoughts go to the plans that will need to be ironed out and stamped by both party's and himself. Their mission will be a high stress and most likely cause many up roars. But it must be done.
He can't allow another member of his family to die to those grey rats that believe themselves above his family. His brother won't listen without proof or listen to common sense than this might be the only way till later to have all the proof.
He's had his own spy net work at work to uncover this along with his Uncle Vaegon working at the Citadel. He sits up and runs his hands through the silver strains of his hair. As he thinks of all ways to go about this. He slips under the water while holding his breath for a moment when it comes to him. They could find another woman who is close as Aemma is to giving birth who looks just like the Queen and have her take her place.
He finishes with his bath. He climbs out and starts to dry himself as he thinks over this plan and heads to Rhaenys to ask her if she knows anyone who looks like Aemma and is with child. He knocks on her door and hears a come in.
“I had some more thoughts on our plan. Do you know anyone who is with child and might look like Aemma?” Daemon asks her in a whisper so that they only know and she looks at him as she thinks and motions for him to sit down. She looks out the window before turning back to him with a smirk.
“I do know someone. Thought they don't want this to happen but wouldn't be against helping a family member out. Tho if worst comes to worst we must figure something out if her or the child do not come out of this alright Daemon.” Rhaenys says and he looks at her with a nod.
“We have to make sure we plan this right down to the dotted line.” He says and watches as she sighs and looks down before looking up once more. “I had hoped not to bring my other two children with me since they were going with Corlys but maybe its time they went to meet their cousins as well. They have been asking about Kingslanding.” Rhaenys says and stands to go to a pitcher of wine and offers him some and sits back down.
“I do know you don't want to bring them to court since Otto Hightower thought to ask for your son to marry Alicent. Which is a slight against your house and ours. Now I have a feeling he has plans to push her into Viserys bed right after Aemma is out of the picture. Hoping she falls with child and forces Viserys to marry her before the mourning time is up. Which would tear our family apart and set us down a path I don't wish for us to head down.” He says to her as he stands up and stands at the window as he takes a deep drink before turning back to her. “I've noticed Alyria hates the Hightower girl deeply. Which I have been wanting to ask her about cause Rhaenyra doesn't seem to share it but keeps the girl at arms length for her sister. I know Alyria knows things. She scares Viserys for that reason and for others. I know she writes to you for she told me herself and Aemma has said it in passing.” He picks back up after he finishes his drink and looks over to his cousin out of the side of his eye.
“I've noticed that about Alyira as well. She is a dreamer, Daemon. Even when she was a baby she had this. Every time Viserys held her she would cry her little lungs out till Aemma, you or your father would take her from him. I picked up on her being special. Aemma has thought to have her come here and live for a time but I told her its best to not keep Rhaenyra and Alyria away from each other.” Rhaenys's said to him in a voice that told him that she would never lie to him. She looked him in the eyes with her own amethyst eyes. “Alyria knows things and isn't your normal dreamer thought. Aemma has helped keep others from finding out about Alyria's gift cause those who would use it against our family would take her in a heart beat. But the minute she is taken her dragon would destroy everything between them. There is something about this Meraxes that the Queen Rhaenys's don't have. There are tomes filled with each of our dragons personalities Daemon on Dragonstone that no one but a few have read. This Meraxes is different for some reason. The bond between the two is deeper like yours and Caraxes. Or even Rhaenyra and Syrax's bond.” Rhaenys picks back up as she turns to him while her hand is held over her heart.
“I myself noticed the bonds the two girls have with their dragons is like my own with Caraxes. I also noticed that Viserys bond with Maenyx has weakened somewhat since he has became King. He doesn't spend as much time as he did with her as he used to and that has made their bond weak. But I've never heard of a dragon breaking a bond with their ride only unless the rider or dragon both die. Do you think this might happen and leave Viserys more weak than he already is? Or even unstable?” Daemon says to her and she looks at him with her head cocked to the side as she thinks on this. She looks back out the window.
“There is a record of a dragon rider losing their bond with their dragon. What most don't know is that when a rider and dragons bond breaks the rider has gone crazy and spiraled down into a darkness or they become really sick and they start to lose their sanity. Viserys would lose his sanity if him and Maenyx's bond was to break. Maenyx will become wild and fly away from the one that she had as a rider. It is rare when a dragon and rider bond is broken with one or the other alive. Its a bad omen when this happens and its rare when it happens. Viserys will lose his mind and the realm will suffer for this Daemon. We must figure out away to re-straight his bond with her. Hmm unless there is to be a child from Viserys that she's to bond with. That would be the only other case of why the bond is starting to frey.” Rhaenys's says and looks up to him with a look. “How sure is Aemma of them trying to kill her? I'm sure they will try to replace her with someone who could be a puppet. Aemma has always shown a strong mind and will that they couldn't turn her into a puppet. She's shown too much fire.” Rhaenys's says as he watches her move away from the window and turn towards him.
“You're right. Targaryen women do not like hiding their fire unless its to lull someone into a trap. Aemma has done that a few times to a few different small council members. She's even caught Cuntower in his own lies about the state of the realm and Kingslanding. Its not good. The people are starting to turn on Viserys and the royal family as a whole. With Cuntower as hand damage has been done to the family Rhaenys. Hopefully we can repair it before Rhaenyra, Alyria, Aemma and the new babe have to deal with this.” Daemon says to her as he looks out the window in thought and turns back to her to see her knuckles turn white.
“If only grandfather had allowed me to be the first Queen we wouldn't be going through this now. But sadly his mess is also our mess to clean up I suppose. Viserys was always how do I put this... Weak to cleaning up messes. He claims to want peace and yet his very actions are leading to a civil war to the likes we don't even know the truth to it.” Rhaenys says to him and looks up into his eyes. As she thinks on all of this. “With that snake Otto Hightower's whispers in his ears we are all doomed, I'm afraid Daemon.” Rhaenys said as well. She turns to him with a look of saddens that makes his heart break at all the what ifs and could've been.
“He's ran Aemma down to the point this could be her real last babe.” Daemon lets out lowly as he looks at the ground in thought. She looks to him to see the truth of what he has said. “My god and what is his excuse Daemon?” Rhaenys asks scared of the answer.
“A dream of pacing a son with Aegon the Conqueror's crown upon his head. With the dragons roaring as one.” Daemon hissed out on a breath even thought he remembered Daenys dream which saved their family from the doom. He looked into Rhaenys's eyes and saw the anger in her eyes.
“Dreams do not always mean good things when they come to our family. Viserys is a fool to think his dream. With the dragons roaring as one could mean bad things for our family. Daemon we must get Aemma and the girls away from Kingslanding. Things are not going to be good.” Rhaenys said as she turned sharply towards the door. “Get back to Kingslanding start working on the plan to get Aemma out as I make my own moves to help. Make sure the girls are in on the plan as well. Keeping them from this will not end well for either of us. Also hiding this from Alyria will not be easy for I'm sure she has started to realize things are not right within the Red Keep. Its no longer safe for those of Targaryen blood, Daemon.” She says as she leaves the room with him following and heading down a different hallway and out of the castle.
Daemon looks back at Driftmark and wonders how things will go with all the plans they have made. Will they work out or will they fail. He shakes the word of failure out of his head and heads towards Caraxes who has landed upon the beach for him to climb upon his lowered wing. Caraxes croons at him in his whistle like roar and he smiles sadly. “We are to set back to Kingslanding now.” He whispers in high Valyrian.
Caraxes takes to the skies, and they head towards Kingslanding. He has already started to form more on the plan and thought to make a small stop at Dragonstone but thought otherwise about it. They had to act and start acting now. First was for most he had to get his nieces somewhere where he could tell them about the plan.
With Aemma.
Aemma sat there looking at the paper in front of her with all the terms laid out. She smirked she had not only worked behind Viserys's back to get the first act of her plan done but to work on the next one. She had realized after she had become with child that Viserys had started to wander to other females. It was only looks at first and then it was one or two leaving his chambers at night. She had taken to sleeping within her own rooms once she had started to show.
Rubbing her growing belly, she wrote down some more terms. She just now had to trick Viserys into signing this without noticing it.
I wish for a divorce. For you and me. Our daughters will remain your heirs till you beget a son upon you.
All dragons and dragon eggs will go to Dragonstone and will not be given to any children from your next wife if she is from a Andal family.
All Valyrian relics will go back to Dragonstone and remain there protected from any wife you will take.
If given a dragon egg it must have the permission of Princess Rhaenyra and Alyria or to bond to a grown dragon.
Dragonstone will be given to Princesses Rhaenyra and Alyria upon my death.
If I die from this labor, all my personal belongings will go to my daughters.
You will have no say in our daughter's future husband, nor will you be able to pick him.
You will not be allowed to set foot upon Dragonstone's shores without permission from the Princesses of Dragonstone.
If done so you will be quickly asked to leave and failure to do so they will choose your punishment.
No one from your court can just show up upon Dragonstone's shores without permission. If so, they can be thrown in the cells.
If anyone is caught stealing Dragon eggs, they will be punished by death by dragon fire. No trial needed they stole from the Princesses of Dragonstone.
Grown Dragons that bond without the permission of the Princesses of Dragonstone will be kept on Dragonstone and their rider confined to the cells.
The Princesses may choose if they wish to visit you or not. You cannot demand them to return to Kingslanding.
Any children you have with your next wife will be allowed to write litters to their elder sisters. But no asking for dragon eggs.
With the tremendous treatment of our second born daughter, you have shown. I will no longer trust her care to you. Rhaenys and Daemon Targaryen are her and Rhaenyra's guardians.
Baelon also had this as a wish in his own will that Alyria has hidden in her and Rhaenyra's rooms.
Daemon Targaryen is no longer your shield and sword. He now will be Rhaenyra and Alyria's protector.
If they do so wish they can marry Daemon Targaryen in the way of our ancestors or even as Aegon and his sisters did.
Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce are divorced as well after you have signed this agreement.
Once signed you forfeit your title upon any rules broken within this agreement.
Tears lined the beautiful woman's eyes as she reread over her document. She couldn't tell if they were sad tears or happy tears. She had finally realized she was never in love with Viserys. It had only taken 12 years to realize this. The one that she loved had died when her daughters were not but four name days old.
she wiped her eyes of the tears. She had no time to cry now. She had to get things ready for the plan. She started to wring her finger upon her hand as she bit her lip in thought as she hid her face. The tears kept falling out. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tries to steady her breathing counting from ten to twenty.
She had multiples copies made of this to send all over Westeros lords. She would have it sent by her spy network that she had worked hard on. Taking a deep breath, she looked out the window to the setting sun to see a red dot upon the horizon. Knowing it was Daemon coming back with an answer from Rhaenys. She could breathe easier now.