ALICENT III
109 AC
Alicent takes a deep breath of air and enjoys the calm wind and the sound of birds around the garden of the Red Keep.
The Hightower princess looks down to the sleeping babe in her arms that uses pink clothes and has a bunch of golden-silver hair in her head.
Alicent smiles at her beautiful daughter.
Some moons after the king’s marriage, Alicent found out about her second pregnancy.
She was surprised by that, but not as much as her husband.
With the years of marriage that they already have, Alicent can say many things about Daemon.
One clear thing is his own isolation.
Almost self-imposed.
Since his father died, Daemon thought that he was alone, and as such, refused to create emotional connections to anyone.
Even the concept of building a family was not something he could see for himself, clearly.
When the day came, the birth was way easier than Aegon’s and she managed to recover way faster.
Daemon was delighted to see his first daughter, on his own way.
But no one was more delighted than her father.
When he learned about the girl, she was very content.
He most probably is now waiting to see if Queen Laena manages to get a son so he can try to arrange a marriage with the king.
Alicent sighs, but looking at her daughter makes her heart lighter than a feather.
Helaena, she named her.
A fitting name for a Targaryen, as the Rogue Prince said at the time of her birth.
The princess then looks at the stone ground of the garden that is front of her and opens another smile.
Sitting on the ground and playing with his wooden toys is her dear son.
Aegon, now two years old, is taller and can talk to some degree.
He can also take some steps.
The eldest child of the Rogue Prince turned out to be a child that is very demanding of attention, extending his arms so people would move him around.
When he doesn’t get what he wants, he would hug his legs and cry in almost silence.
Raising him is already showing to be a hard task in the long term.
“Muna!
Boom!” Aegon says with a childish laugh while raising his favorite wooden dragon to her.
Alicent laughs.
“Don’t boom things, my love.
Keep your dragon in control.
You don’t want him to break things, do you?” The princess asks in a maternal tone.
Aegon pouts and looks back to his toy.
“I disagree, dear.
A dragon that is not fierce and powerful, is not a dragon.
They are not horses.” The Rogue Prince proclaims as he walks towards his wife.
Alicent almost jumps off her seat out of surprise.
Daemon smirks, looking at Helaena.
Aegon laughs while clapping.
“Kepa!
Kepa!” The young prince exclaims, extending his arms.
Daemon ignores the whims of his son and frowns at Alicent.
“My little princess is sleeping once again?
Honestly, that girl spends most of the day sleeping.
That explains how the egg I gave her still did not hatch.
The dragon must be sleeping as well.” The Rogue Prince mocks.
Alicent frowns at him.
“That is not something you should say about your own daughter, Daemon!
And you also never hatched a cradle egg as well, so who are you to say that?” The Princess asks, serious.
Daemon laughs a bit.
“The tower shows her archers to the dragon.
How cute.
But don’t worry, my wife.
Maybe she can claim a dragon of her own in the future, like I did.
Dreamfyre would suit her more than well.
A dragon even bigger than Caraxes.
Of all of the dragons under the power of my house yet, she is the second largest.” The Rogue Prince proclaims before walking towards Aegon.
Alicent frowns again.
“Second?
I thought that she was fourth.
Behind Vhagar, the Cannibal and Vermithor, in that order.” The princess says.
Daemon grunts before giving his son a stroke in his hair, making him laugh more.
“Vhagar is ridden by the queen, a Velaryon.
The Cannibal is a wild dragon that was never claimed and probably will not be any time soon.
Sadly, there are only three Targaryens that ride dragons now.
Me, Rhaenys and Rhaenyra.
Soon, this little boy of mine here will be able to fly as well, right Egg?” The Rogue Prince asks with the corner of a smile.
His son nods eagerly to his father, even if he can’t understand him.
Alicent raises an eyebrow.
“Egg?
Why are you calling him that?” The princess asks, confused.
Daemon smiles with melancholy.
“That is an old story that I remembered.
Back in the days before the Conquest, the first Aegon, son of Gaemon the Glorious and Daenys the Dreamer, was born bald, and during his childhood his hair was slow to grow.
His future sister-wife, Elaena, called him Egg as a joke.
She did it until the last day of her life.
Aegon was so angry of that nickname that he almost never got his hair cut.
When he died, he had a very long hair and extensive beard.
They would make my grandfather jealous, they say.
Since then, every egg was called Egg by his relatives as a memory.
Aegon the Conqueror, Aegon the Uncrowned…
my brothee…” The Rogue Prince explains, getting more cold.
Alicent sighs.
“I miss the Old King.
He was in his worst years when I took care of him, and yet I could see how wise he was.
I cried the day he died, and I still mourn him to this day.” The princess confesses with honesty.
The Rogue Prince doesn’t say anything.
The sound of steps comes from a direction and then someone walks him in green clothes and an imposing posture, with his arms behind his back.
Ser Otto Hightower walks in with a short smile in his mouth.
Daemon immediately frowns upon landing his eyes on him, fixing his posture.
Alicent looks at her father with curiosity.
“Good morning.” The Hand of the King announces in a composed tone.
Daemon smirks.
“What do you want here, Otto?” The Rogue Prince asks, impatient.
The Hightower knight doesn’t move an inch.
“I am here to talk to my daughter, my prince.
Am I not allowed to?” The Hand of the King asks with irony.
Daemon grunts.
“I will take my son here to see his dragon in the Dragonpit and then fly on Caraxes.
You can talk with her as much as you want.” The Rogue Prince proclaims before picking up Aegon, who is very excited about it.
Alicent looks at him with concern.
“Daemon, i already told you to not take Aegon with you in Caraxes.
It is dangerous.” The Princess says.
Daemon rolls his eyes.
“There is no danger.
My brother did the same with Viserys and I when we were younger than Aegon is.
He will be fine.
You should keep your mouth shut before I decide one day to take Helaena with me instead.” The prince proclaims.
Alicent frowns with frustration.
Daemon then leaves with his son, trading a final gaze with Otto.
Alicent sighs and Otto fixes his eyes on her.
“I see that you still don’t have much control of his temper.” The Hand points out.
Alicent snorts.
“I will probably never have control over that, father.
Daemon is too obstinated about what he wants.
Sometimes, arguing with him is like arguing with a rock.” The princess says in frustration.
Otto slowly nods.
“I have to be honest, I think he is being more manageable lately.
His position and his children are making him less unpredictable and less of a Rogue Prince, I would say.
That is good.” The Hand of the King says, thinking on things far from Alicent’s understanding.
She nods.
“What brings you here, father?
You usually send an envoy to call me to your office.” The princess points out, moving Helaena a bit in her arms.
Otto opens a severe expression.
“I want you to be the bridge between me and Daemon.” The Hand says in a neutral tone.
Alicent looks at him with confusion.
“A bridge?”
“Yes.
Daemon is more comfortable with you than anyone else.
I need you to make him cooperate with my plans.” The Hand of the King proclaims.
Alicent frowns.
“What plans?”
“You gave two children to him.
A boy and a girl.
Viserys is now married to Laena Velaryon, and she might give him a new son, a new heir.
And so, when she does, I want to propose a marriage between that child and Helaena.
With a proposal of both the Hand of the King and his own brother, the King would be very willing to accept.
Even the Sea Snake would be pleased.
I need you to convince Daemon to support me when that day comes.” The Hand explains.
Alicent reflects on it.
“Viserys looks very convicted about keeping Rhaenyra his heir.
I am not sure that a son would make him change his mind.”
“In that case, we have Aegon.
We can propose a marriage between him and Rhaenyra.
Realistically, we can do both things.
We make that proposal and then ask for a new one if he changes the succession, proclaiming about how the change damaged the previous arrangement.” The Hand explains once again.
Alicent is unsure.
“I…
I will try, father.
But Daemon is very resilient about any of your ideas, even if that pleases him as well.
He is a proud man.”
“Even the most prideful of men can bend for a good opportunity to gain more power, my child.
Just do the sweet talk with him.”
“Fine.”
“Good.
I expect you in the council tonight when I make the first proposal to the King.”
“Already?”
“Already.
We can’t wait much more.
He might receive another offer that may have caught his attention.”
“I see…” Alicent says in a distant tone.
Otto lands a hand on her shoulder and looks in her eyes.
“Do your part and I will do mine.
Now, I must go.
Be safe.” The Hand proclaims in a soft tone before leaving without wasting more time.
Alicent sighs and looks at her sweet daughter, who just opened her beautiful purple eyes, a bit darker than her father’s eyes.
“Oh, darling.
So young and we are already talking about your hand in marriage.
How sad.
Just don’t grow that fast.
I will miss this cute face.” Alicent proclaims in a soft tone.
Her heart melts when she sees the cute smile of her daughter.
A smile that makes all the turmoil in her life a bit more worth it.
After an afternoon with her daughter and talking to the same minor nobles and some maids, Alicent walks towards her chambers after putting Helaena to sleep in the other room.
Just as she was informed, Daemon is here, wearing clothes after a bath.
He just finished the lower part of his body, but his chest is still exposed.
Alicent is too used to each to even bother.
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How was your flight with Aegon?”
“Good.”
“Good.
Is Sunfyre growing fast?
It will be big enough for Aegon to ride in a few years?”
“Soon enough.”
“And…”
“You are not skilled in starting a natural conversation with second intentions, Alicent.
What do you really want?” The Rogue Prince asks without turning his back to her while he is wearing his clothes.
Alicent sighs.
“I want to talk about Aegon’s future.”
“His future?
If you are talking about swords, I plan for him to start learning when he is eight.”
“No.
I am not talking about that.
I am talking about marriage.” The Princess declares with confidence.
Daemon finally looks back at her with a severe frown.
“You would not want to talk about that when Aegon is that young.
Your father asked you to do that, right?” The Rogue Prince asks with some disgust.
Alicent sighs.
“He did.
But I believe that it is the best choice now.
You two are very ambitious.
Marring Aegon to Rhaenyra, the heir, would bring both of you closer to the throne.” Alicent argues.
Daemon smirks.
“Oh, the old way of bringing your blood in the throne.
He wants to be the great grandfather of a King.
Your father failed to marry you to Viserys.
Why should I believe that it will work this time?” The Prince asks before laughing at the idea.
Alicent stands proud and a bit angry.
“Your brother was suffering after the death of Queen Aemma.
I wanted to help him go through it as well.
I lost my mother sometime before and I shared similar feelings.” The princess defends herself.
Daemon snorts and laughs a bit more.
“As well, huh?
You don’t even try to hide your intentions, don’t you, my wife?” The Prince mocks.
Alicent frowns before achieving some confidence.
“At least I was trying to get closer to an adult.” The princess proclaims in an authoritative tone.
The room turns into pure silence until Daemon sets his eyes on his wife.
His glare was almost terrifying of how much anger it behold.
The whole posture of the Rogue Prince changes as he elevates his body before taking a step towards Alicent, who looks at him, concerned.
“What do you mean with that, Alicent?” The Prince asks with a controlled angry tone, like a snake getting around its prey.
Alicent takes a deep breath.
“You can’t fool me Daemon.
Even before we married I have been noticing how you act around Princess Rhaenyra.
You act like a good uncle that brought gifts to his only niece, but I noticed the little things.
The constant contact.
Moving her by the hand, landing your hand on her shoulder, and the worse part, the eyes.
I could see your intentions through your eyes.
How can you even dare to say something about me, Daemon?” The princess asks, angry.
Daemon moves towards her with a furious expression.
Alicent walks backwards but hits a wall.
Daemon gets very close to her, pressing her body against the wall.
Their heads almost touch, but there is not lust here, only anger.
“Do you even understand what you are accusing me of?!
You are saying that I was trying to seduce Rhaenyra!
A child!
What kind of sick bastard do you think I am?!
I have my own limits!” The Rogue Prince screams in anger while looking at her eyes.
Alicent’s hand shakes in fear and her face goes pale, but she stands on her position.
Somehow, she gets the courage to talk.
“You probably did not want to sleep with her as a child, but you are letting your seed on her in another way.
She adores you, Daemon.
Everyone with eyes can see that.
You wanted that.
You hope that with age that adoration would turn into a passion and you would be able to take her as your wife.
That is what you wanted, right?
Your stupid throne and your precious valyrian wife.
Instead, you got the short end of the stick.
You are here with me.
Having children with me.
How can you say that my father lost something when you lost even more than him?” The Princess proclaims with a strong tone of voice.
Daemon frowns at her and the two of them look at each other in silence.
And then, Daemon holds her face in his hand, pressing her cheeks with his finger and holding his palm on her chin.
Alicent is surprised by that.
“I will play the stupid game of your father for once, but don’t expect me to lick his balls.
Until then, don’t talk to me like that.
Never again.” The Rogue Prince proclaims in an angry tone of voice.
He then let out of her face and quickly got out of the room.
Alicent supports her back on the wall and takes a very needed breath.
She then walks to the bed and sits on it, reflecting.
Things will certainly get worse before they get better, she thinks.
But, for now, Alicent gets up and goes towards the chambers of her father to tell him what just happened, hoping that the Hand will also be able to get her mind back in place.
As the night comes and the dinner ends, the small council reunites in its chamber.
Together with the main components of the small council are Alicent and Queen Laena.
As consorts of a Prince and the King respectively, they were allowed by the King to be in the council as well.
While she could expect that benefit for the Queen, Alicent did not expect the same thing for her.
Most probably her father, ironically, had a hand on it.
King Viserys has been gaining more weight with the years and now he sometimes loses his breath after walking a longer distance.
At his side, Queen Laena is sitting in her chair with an impeccable posture.
Her hair and blue dress are all in excellent condition and she looked like the perfect example of a noble young Queen.
Yet, Alicent could easily notice how bored she looked.
She is still a young woman, after all.
Alicent could very well herself in her shyness marrying Daemon at the same age some years ago.
Princess Rhaenyra was also there, wearing a black dress and walking around serving tea with a composed smile.
When she served Daemon, she was clearly disappointed when the Rogue Prince kept his eyes on the table, thinking of other things while moving his fingers up and down the table.
“Why did you call the whole council here, Otto?
I thought that we were done with those cursed tax changes…” The King proclaims, stroking his forehead.
The Hand of the King takes a breath.
“Your grace, I want to make a formal proposal in the name of my daughter and her husband.” The Ser proclaims.
The eyes of the king goes wide as he looks to both Otto and Daemon, who keeps his silence and permanent frown.
“You and Daemon?
Did I miss something?
Since when did you two agree on doing something together?
Now I am scared.” The King proclaims before laughing.
The Sea Snake shares a short laugh and Laena almost opens a smile.
Daemon grunts and Otto keeps his posture straight.
“We propose the union of both family branches of Prince Baelon the brave in a marriage between Princess Rhaenyra, your daughter, and Prince Aegon, Daemon’s son and my grandson.
I believe that the family connection between all of us will finally heal whatever problems we might still have.” The Hand of the King proclaims.
Alicent looks at Rhaenyra, who looks at Otto with shock, her mouth open wide.
She looks at everyone in the chamber, but decides to remain silent, but still anxious.
Viserys lay his back into his chair, frowning and thinking.
He then looks at his brother.
“Daemon, what is your opinion of that proposal?” The King asks with curiosity.
Daemon snorts and fixes the way he is sitting.
“I think it is a really good idea, brother.
I doubt that Rhaenyra could get a better match.
Aegon is a prince of valyrian looks and blood and a future dragonrider.
What else could she ask for?” The Rogue Prince asks with a persuasive tone.
Viserys looks very unsure.
“I don’t know…
there is a big age difference here…
ten years is a lot.
Rhaenyra would have to wait four-and-ten more years to marry.
I don’t think that a maiden princess should be kept unwed for that long of a time.
She will soon be catching the eyes of many men, and I fear what some vile men can do to her.
It will be better if she has a safe wedding sooner than that.” The King proclaims, hesitant with the idea.
Daemon smirks.
“And what now?
You will wed her as soon as possible and let her be at risk of becoming a new Queen Aemma and let childbed be her grave?” The Rogue Prince asks with irony.
After a miserable second of silence, the King gets up, lands his hands at the table in a loud hit and gives a mortal look to his brother.
Rhaenyra retreats, scared after the sudden rage of her father.
“Don’t you dare bring her name with that much disrespect!
That is a problem that you have.
You can’t hold your tongue.
Your damned sharp tongue.
I am tired of it.
We might be brothers, but I will not tolerate inappropriate mockery in my council!
Do you hear me?!” The King asks his brother after screaming.
Daemon raises his hands and keep a neutral expression, showing some defeat, at least.
Viserys grunts and sit down on his chair once again.
The silence stays for a bit until he looks at his Hand.
“Otto, I think your proposal is a very good one, but I have my problems with it.
Aegon and Rhaenyra are not fitting in age, which is a big problem to me.
And also, I don’t think that Daemon deserves to be rewarded with such an access to the throne.
Not yet.” The King says with a dry tone.
Alicent can feel the cold fear on the back of her head when she looks at her husband.
Daemon gets up with a furious expression on his face, looking at his brother with disdain.
“I don’t deserve it?!
I have been working hard for years to prove my worth to you and to Westeros.
I conquered the Stepstones.
I reformed the City Guard.
I organize the armies in the way they should be organized.
If there is someone worthy of receiving Rhaenyra’s hand as a reward, that is ME!” The Rogue Prince proclaims, losing all of his temper.
Alicent frowns.
The Kingsguard men move towards Daemon, almost bringing their swords out, until Viserys raises a hand and they stop.
The King sighs, tired.
He then looks at his brother.
“Daemon, I gave you your current position of administrating the armies as your reward.
I have no debt with you.
And also, I took a look at the reports of your work last week.
The men under you really like you, but the smallfolk feels fear upon hearing your name.
You are grey, Daemon.
A being of light and dark.
Too unstable to even exist properly.
Why should I reward you, Daemon?” The King asks, frustrated.
The Rogue Prince grunts, but looks more in control of his emotions.
“After everything I did to our family and Westeros, I am treated like a nobody by my own brother.
What am I to you, Viserys?
A disease?
An ever lasting headache?” The Commander asks, bitter.
Viserys sighs and his expression turns to sadness.
“You are my brother and you are very important to me, Daemon.
I just…”
“You don’t trust me or my children.
That is what you want to say.”
“Daemon…”
“Do as you want, you grace.
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I am out for today.
I have too much to think about right now.
Good night.” The Prince proclaims with a severe tone before leaving the chamber.
Alicent looks at her father, who sighs and makes a sign to her.
She looks at the sad king.
“You Grace, I will talk to my husband.
My apologies for any problems.” Alicent says with a bow before walking away.
She leaves the council chamber and walks blindly through a hallway.
Luckily, she easily finds Daemon walking in a direction with closed fists and rough steps.
She walks towards him.
“Daemon!
Wait!”
“I don’t want to deal with you now, Alicent.”
“But you will!” She proclaims, grabbing one of his arms.
Daemon pulls his arm from her grasp and turns around to face her.
His expression is a distant one that Alicent knows very well.
Thoughtful sadness.
Alicent gently holds his face with her hands and looks him in the eyes.
“Your brother is wrong about you and you know that.
I might not agree with how you handle things as well, but I know that you are much more than what you let people know.
You are a good father to our children.
Better than most noble fathers, at least.
You are an incredible warrior and a very clever tactician.” Alicent proclaims with an honest tone.
Daemon snorts.
“Don’t make me laugh.
I know my problems, Alicent.
I know who I am.
Quick to anger.
Bitter.
Vengeful.
Ruthless.
Unforgiving.
That is Daemon Targaryen.
That is me.
And if my brother doesn’t want my blood on the throne, I don’t care.
I will build my legacy on my own.
I will not be in his shadow anymore.
King or not.
I don’t need pity.
I need respect.” The Rogue Prince proclaims with a grunt before taking her hands out of his face and then walking away.
Alicent observes her husband disappear in a hallway before sighing and placing her hands together in her chest before doing a silent prayer.
“Crone…
please…
give Daemon some wisdom to light his way…” The Princess whispers.
“The crone might not help win, but We Light the Way, right?”
Alicent turns back and sees her father getting near her with a permanent frown after his sarcastic phrase.
“How did the meeting end?”
“Terrible.
The humor of the King was gone and he quickly refused my proposition.
Worse, I think that the poor performance of your husband ruined any expectatives we had for a marriage through him.
We will have to wait for Laena to give birth to a son of the king so we can ask her and Corlys to marry the boy to Helaena.
But first, you need to learn how to deal with the prince.” The Hand proclaims with a frustrated tone.
Alicent sighs.
“I doubt that I can do much with him, honestly.
He is just too short tempered.”
“I know him very well, my dear.
But you need to find a way.
Have you been…
doing your marital job?”
“Father…”
“I know.
Inappropriate, but that is an important factor.”
“I do my duties, so, yes.”
“Then, I think you need to make him…
happier.”
“I already said that I am doing my job.”
“Not pleasure, my child.
He needs to find a new kind of happiness.
He needs love.
Or something similar.” The Hand proclaims.
Alicent frowns.
“You want me to make the Rogue Prince fall in love with me?
Is that even possible?”
“Why not?
Either he needs to fall in love with you, get soft on his children, or…
he just needs to know how important you are in his future.”
“Besides the fact that I gave birth to his children and probably will give birth to more of them?”
“Not only that.
I know Daemon Targaryen.
Behind his tough act and violence, he is insecure.
He lost his mother at three years old.
He lost his beloved father at twenty.
His relationship with his brother is going from bad to worse.
And that is where you enter.
Be his light, Alicent.
Make him dependent on your existence.
As a wife.
As a lover.
As a friend.
As a mother.
It does not matter.
Remember our words.
We light the way.” Her father says before hugging her.
Alicent hugs him back while thinking.
As Otto walks away, Alicent walks through the hallway at a slow pace, thinking more and more about the situation.
Insecure?
Daemon Targaryen?
How?
And then she finally understood.
His sad expression that she learned to identify but did not get the origin.
She knows now.
Loneliness.
The Rogue Prince.
A man sailing against the tides of fate so he can write his name in history.
A man struggling against the world, alone.
Alicent sighs.
She understands him better now.
It only took a few years.
How stupid she feels…
Suddenly, She hears footsteps and turns around to see Princess Rhaenyra quickly running to her.
“Princess?
Want something with me?” Alicent asks, curious.
Rhaenyra stops and takes a breath.
“How is my uncle going?
Have you seen him?
Is he better?” The Princess asks, worried.
Alicent slowly nods.
“He had worse days in his life, I am sure of it.
Don’t worry, princess.
As his wife, I will take care of him.
You can go to your room.” The older woman proclaims.
Rhaenyra sighs, but nods before walking in another direction.
Alicent walks towards a certain room.
Lots of thoughts are spinning in her mind.
Arriving in Helaena’s room, Alicent tells the maids to live alone with her daughter.
Sitting in a comfortable chair, Alicent holds her babe daughter in her arms.
Different from early on, Helaena is totally awake now.
She is a silent babe for the most part, but she is also a very happy one.
More than Aegon was and less inclined to cry.
A precious jew for her mother, who always succeeds in stealing a smile from Alicent.
“Oh my sweet princess…
your father is as rough as always.
I wonder if you and your brother have any effect on him at all.
Is he so distant from reality that he can’t enjoy what he has?” The princess asks her babe daughter, who looks at her with curiosity, stretching her fatty little hands to her face.
Alicent laughs and gives a kiss in each hand, receiving a cute smile from her daughter.
Suddenly, the door opens and a very inconvenient man in a bad mood enters the room, closing the door.
“What are you doing here, husband?” Alicent asks.
Daemon grunts.
“That is my daughter’s room too.
I came here to see her.” The prince proclaims.
Alicent raises an eyebrow.
“You came to see our daughter alone?
You never cared much about her until now.” She points out.
Daemon frowns in frustration.
“I want to do something different for once.
Will you give me my daughter or not?” The Rogue Prince demands.
Alicent sighs and get up.
She then carefully hands Helaena to Daemon.
The Rogue Prince holds their daughter with awkward care.
Helaena looks at his face with her bright eyes and Daemon looks back at her.
“She does not seem to recognize me.
Her own father…” The Prince whispers, offering his free hand to the babe.
Helaena holds one of his fingers with her hand and looks to it and back to her father’s face.
Alicent sighs and then smiles.
“She is a very curious girl.
I bet that she will be very smart in the future.” She says with confidence.
Daemon grunts once again, but doesn’t say anything.
They remain in silence, only observing Helaena playing with her father’s fingers for several minutes.
Then, Daemon takes a deep breath before looking at Alicent in the eyes.
“You are my wife first, or you are Otto’s daughter first, Alicent?” The Rogue Prince asks.
Alicent frowns, but keeps her posture.
“Neither.
I am proud of being a wife of the prince and the daughter of the Hand, but I am the most proud of being the mother of such beautiful children.” She says, looking at her precious daughter.
Daemon frowns, but nods.
He then looks back at Helaena.
“I promise that I will not let my name be forgotten by the history books, Alicent.
I will make the whole world remember the names of Daemon Targaryen and his children.
No matter what.
Taking down the Triarchy, conquering the far north, it does not matter.
I refuse to be forgotten.” Daemon promises, looking back at his wife’s eyes.
Alicent looks at his purple eyes and he can see his will.
A determination that looks more like an obsession.
He is not changing his mind anytime soon.
With Daemon and her father tied together by blood now, she fears what will happen in the future.
As a shiver goes down her spine, she knows very well what may be emerging in the future.
After all, those are the words of the house of her husband.
The words that she now has to accept.
Fire and Blood.
The time of dragons burning armies and innocent blood being spilled is arriving.
May the gods have mercy, because her husband will have none.
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