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The Red Queen (Chapter 5/?)

(I'm so sorry for the wait! I had horrible writer's block this month and am still figuring out a writing schedule. I know I said this would be posted yesterday but I had stayed up all night so you all wouldn't have to wait anymore, lol!

111 ac

Daemons pov

I watch as my dear wife breaks her fast, she feasts on mutton as if it’s the finest roast in all the Seven Kingdoms. Gods these Vale men truly do love their sheep, they must fuck them and then eat them. Makes one wonder if you should worry for the whores, must be why their options in the brothels are so abysmal. As she eats I can’t help but feel a sense of rage that I had to leave you in tears just so I can sit here and have glaring matches with this Bronze Bitch. The thought of you brings back the memory of when I left. I don’t think there is a moment where I don’t think about it.

“No! Please don’t leave! Please! You promised! You promised you’d never leave me!” You sob out as you tug as hard as your little body can on the sleeve of my doublet. You are trying with all your might to hold me to your room and never let me leave.

Your reaction is not blameworthy, for the last time I visited my Bronze Bitch was when you were only one nameday old. You have not had a day in your memory where I was not there by your side ready to wipe your tears or play whatever game you have come up with, most likely with the help of Lady Laena.

I kneel in front of you and hold your hands in mine, I can’t help the ghost of a smile when you rest your head on my chest, trying to hide from the inevitable. “Your father, the King, has demanded this of me, my girl. If I could stay you know I would, but I cannot defy the King.” I say calmly as I stroke your hair.

You lift your head and look up at me, and I swear my heart shatters when I see those traitorous tears roll down your little face, those poppet lips pouting and trembling. I’ve never wished to kill my brother, but your little face looking so heartbroken makes me wonder if the day may yet come. The urge to release his shoulders of the dead weight of his head is

“Bu–but Stromchaser will miss Caraxes. They took her babies. She's been so sad, and now she's losing Caraxes? Don’t do that to my Stormchaser.” You plead helplessly, trying to find any way for me to stay. A desperate little girl trying to keep her beloved Kepus from leaving her.

I think about the day the Dragonkeepers had taken Stormchaser’s clutch. She went searching for them as if her very life depended on it, but since they keep the dragon eggs hidden in the deepest smallest caves she couldn’t find her clutch. Well more like she couldn’t reach her clutch. Supposedly Caraxes killed the ones who took them, exacting revenge on those who brought his girl’s pain.

“I know, Sweetling and Caraxes will miss his girls just as I will.” I say as I caress your cheek.

Just as I was about to climb on my horse to go to the dragonpit I heard your little voice yell out. “Wait!” I look back and see you running towards me holding your stuffed Caraxes and Stormchaser I had made for you. Your Nursemaid is trying to keep up and calls you back but you’re determined to get to me.

Once you caught up to me you held out your stuffed Stormchaser. You must see my confusion as you explain why you have the stuffed toy outstretched towards me.

“So you and Caraxes don’t forget about your best girls.”

I can’t help but smile and take the proffered gift. “Of course, and Caraxes staying so you and Stormchaser don’t forget about us?” I ask fondly but I am then confused when you shake your head.

“Me and Stormchaser aren’t old like you and Caraxes, Kepus, we don’t need to worry about our memories like you two do.” You say matter-of-factly, and I can’t help the burst of laughter that erupts from me.

“Of course, you girls are looking out for us.” I say smiling.

“Princess please, it is time for your lessons!” your nursemaid says from where she stands far behind you.

“You best be going, Sweetling.” I say as I motion the nursemaid forward as I can tell you will most likely not be moving of your own volition. Once she has you in her arms I get on my horse and look at you one last time seeing you fighting your tears as I leave you.

The only thing on my mind since then was yours and Stormchaser's cries. Yours for your dear Kepus to ‘come back!’ and Stromchaser calling for her friend, her bonded, her ma–

I’m cut out of the memory by a runner coming over to me holding a sealed scroll. “Fr-from Kingslanding, my Prince.” The boy says as he tries to catch his breath.

I take the scroll and wave him away, the boy scurries off without question more than likely having to do another task that is of importance. I look at the seal and sigh in annoyance when I see it’s my brother's. Most likely reminding me of the lack of Children in my union and that I must change that. Why he thinks sending this missive will change anything about my union, I do not know. I break the seal and look at it ready to storm out of this dining hall to train or fuck the day away, but instead, a smile comes to my face.

It seems my brother has allowed you to send me a letter using his seal. The only words on the page is “I miss you Kepus.” and under is a stick figure drawing of me and you with Caraxes and Stormchaser flying in the sky behind us, or at least that is what I assume those blobs are as it seems you made wings for them.

I can’t remember what happened between me opening your letter, and me flying back to Kingslanding. But one thing is clear, unless my brother exiles me I will never leave your side again, and even then it will not be without challenge on his part.

I wait outside the gates of the Red Keep watching as Caraxes and Stromchaser fly through the sky together finally reunited. Right when I landed your winged beast came bursting out of the dragonpit, not even the strongest and most experienced Dragonkeepers could stop her.

I keep wishing to twist the Valyrian steel rings my father and grandsire gave me but am reminded that they are now gone for what I had made for you. I look down at the one my mother gave me, so small it barely fits on my pinky finger and if I took it off most likely would never be able to get it back on, I could not bring myself to give up one of the few things she had given me before her passing.

Once the gates open I get off my horse quickly as I see you sprint towards me, not even seeming to care that your father and mother call out to you. I bend down and scoop you up as you hold onto me as tightly as your little arms can.

“I missed you so much, Kepus! Please never leave me again, I was so lonely without you.” you say as you cling to me as if, if you let go I will disappear.

Surely I should feel sorry for your loneliness but I can’t seem to find any type of sadness for you, only satisfaction that you need me no matter what that Cunttower says. I know a part of your loneliness was that your dear friend Laena had to return to Driftmark for the moon a week after I had departed, but I decided to push that thought to the side and smile knowing you need me to abate your loneliness.

“I missed you as well, ñuha riña, and trust me I will never leave you unless your father demands it of me.” I say. You look up at me and frown, not liking that I may leave you again, but Instead of crying or throwing a fit you nod pouting as you hide your face in the croak of my neck again.

(my girl)

When I walk over to my brother he smiles and rests his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve missed you, brother, I hope your time with your wife was fruitful?” he states and asks.

Of course, he is worried about if I stuck my cock in that woman's cunt. Does he not get that if I did sheath myself in her it would either wilt away or be cut off by the razorblades in her blasted cunt? And even if I did try, there is no way something so innocent could grow in that septic chasm the Maesters call her womb.

I only hum in response and turn my attention back towards you. You are watching as Caraxes and Stromchaser fly through the sky together, it almost seems as if they are dancing through the sky as if they are showing the world how dragons truly dance.

“I seem to recall another pair that is not yet complete.” I say as I reach into my satchel and hold your stuffed Stormchaser. You gasp theatrically and hold the toy close as you smile up at me. I had made sure that it would not be stained in any way, going as far as making sure the maids of Runestone did not touch it.

As I carry you into the Red Keep you tell me the story of why Lady Laena’s dragon was called Mongrel. “She liked to eat dogs! Can you believe that? When Laena found out she scolded Moonfyre, I’ve never seen Moonfyre so sad.”

“That is most displeasing.” I say smirking as you nod enthusiastically, far too young to catch the hint of sarcasm in my voice. Gods I wonder how you would react if you ever find out that Caraxes has feasted on people.

“And did you know Stromchaser was known as Grey Ghost? Supposedly because she was so shy they could only see in the clouds and mist, like a ghost, and because of the clouds and mist she appeared grey instead of white. At least that is what Maester Mellos told me in my lessons.” You say excitedly. I do not have the heart to tell you most know of this fact, for it is new and wondrous to you so I will listen diligently, as I do most things you tell me that I already know.

After supper, you are still so hyper that you are running around your chambers as I pretend to chase you. I should not have snuck you that extra piece of cake, for everyone knows sugar to children is like a cup of coffee to a man. But you looked so darling clutching that fork in your precious tot fingers I just couldn’t say no when you requested another.

When I pick you up you squeal in delight, as I tickle your sides until you beg for mercy. I sit you on your bed and pull out a gift for you from my pocket. I hold out a bracelet made of Valyrian steel, with pearls and a ruby on the chain, there is a dragon charm to represent the blood of the dragon that flows through you. “This is for you, ñuha riña. It is Valyrian steel for now, me and you share something of our shared lineage.” I say as I clasp the bracelet to your little wrist and kiss your palm once it is fitted.

You gasp and look at the bracelet touching the pearls and ruby. “I love pearls and rubies, it’s beautiful Kepus! I’m never taking it off!” You say as you hug me tightly.

I only smile and kiss your brow as you admire your new gift, when I look to your door I see Rhaenyra seething. I brush it off as I usually do with that over-dramatic girl I call niece.

Rhaenyra’s pov

I watch as Daemon teaches you High Valyrian, he’s always done such things with you but never once in my memory has he done so with me. You so effortlessly captivate his attention whereas I must fight for it, and even then I am lucky if it is a forced smile. And now you have something I’ve always wanted, something I’ve begged Father for, for the past three years. A piece of Valyrian jewelry.

You get everything I’ve wanted so easily. A dragon at the age of three, while I had to wait till I was the age of seven before Father let me into the dragonpit. A larger dragon than my beloved Syrax, so now everyone only speaks of that or that your Stromchaser was a wild dragon. What a silly little name.

You have a friend you share interests in while I have Alicent, a kind girl if not a dull one.

And the one that boils my blood the most, is that you have Daemon’s love and affection. I have desired this, him, for as long as I can remember. But does he look my way? No, of course not, for why would he waste his time on a girl who is almost a woman grown instead of a child?

The only thing that brings me respite is that even if he did marry you, you’d only be his broodmare to pump his children into while he would seek me for true pleasure. I am called the Relams Delight for a reason.

I’m cut out of my mussing when my Father walks up to me. “I know you wish for something of our Valyrian heritage. I have been working hard to find the perfect one, I had not known that Daemon would give up his rings to have something made for your sister. Know I have not forgotten your request, my beloved girl.” He says as he strokes my cheek.

I suppose there truly is something I can beat you at, our Father's love.

I personally see this as Princesses bracelet. The green bead is a ruby and the silver beads are pearls.

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The Red Queen (Chapter 2/?)

109 ac Kingslanding

Daemons pov

I stood in your room as you got your new dragon riding leathers made. I look over to the little Velaryon girl, Laena, a girl of four, she’s been a good friend to you since you were a babe. Laena is picking out the colors of her riding leathers with you.

“I like the blue and black! So I can be like my Mama and my Daddy!” Laena says excitedly as she runs back over to her mother, Rhaenys, my cold cousin who only seems too warm for her children, husband, and Aemma.

You seem to be stuck on what color you want for your leathers. “What have you lowered it down to, Sweetling?” I ask as I move over to you. You turn and look up at me with your vibrant eyes that always take my breath away. Your eyes kept changing until your first nameday when they finally decided on the colors, one ice blue the same ice blue every Arryn has, that your mother has, and one vibrant purple that matches Viserys. Many say my brother got our mother's eyes, it’s this that makes me believe you inherited that as you have inherited her two-toned eyes. I kneel next to you to look at the ones you're looking at. “Ah, I see it’s a tough choice between those two.” I say as you keep looking between a black, and a red.

“I like both, Kepus, what do I do?” you ask, biting your lip in frustration. I reach up and swipe my thumb over your lip to make you stop and murmur the same thing I always do ‘Enough of that.’

“But I can’t pick!” You say frustrated as you rub your face, a sign you're upset and frustrated. I sigh and look at you as you turn to me and bury your face in my neck. I can’t deny that it fills me with an overwhelming type of joy that you run to me for comfort, that I’m the one you desire to hold you when in need.

“We could do both, Sweetling. Black and red, how do you like that?” I ask as I rub your back. I feel you nod so I snap my fingers to get the seamstress's attention. “Hers will be black with our house sigil on the back in red, and her shoulders will be red.” I say and the seamstress nods as she gets back to making Lady Laenas. “See no need to get upset, my girl.” I say as I stroke her hair.

“You’re gonna be flying too right? Laenas Mama is flying with us, and Mama said Nyra is coming, but I want you.” She said as she looked up at me pleadingly. I never could say so to her, especially when she looked at me like this, so thankfully I was already planning on joining.

“Of course I am, did you really think I was going to miss your first fly on your own dragon?” I tease as I tickle her sides, I would pick her laugh over the moans of any whore. I only stop once your face has turned red and you beg me to stop.

You look over and see that Laena is getting her hair braided and look up at me, all I can do is chuckle for I already know what you're going to ask me. “Sit in the chair.” I say as I point to your vanity that you still aren’t big enough for without a few books on the chair. You run over and wait for me.

I brush your hair and braid it as we wait for the seamstress to finish. Thankfully this one is quick as almost all the money she makes is from making our dragon riding leathers. “Stromchaser and Caraxes like each other, the dragon keepers said so. They told Papa that they are never apart.” you say excitedly, the only problem is you keep moving your head as you talk about our dragons. “That’s wonderful Darling, but you need to stop moving if you wish for me to braid your hair.” I say and chuckle as you pout but stop moving so I can do your hair.

After another thirty minutes, your dragon riding leathers are done. “I’m gonna go ask Laenas Mama to help me!” you say excitedly as you and Laena go behind the changing screen with Rhaenys. Once you and Laena are ready no man could stop you two as you run out of that room and down the hall running as fast as your little legs will take you so you can get to your dragons as fast as possible.

When you make it down to the front of the castle you both get caught by your fathers. “Now where do you two think you're going?” Viserys asks with an amused smirk as you wiggle in his arms trying to break free. “Not even going to let us get a look at your new riding leathers?” Corlys teases which makes you two gasp and wiggle more, but this time it’s not to see your dragons but to show your new outfits. Once they set you on the ground you both do twirls and show your favorite parts, as you do so you get many ‘oohs and ahhs.’ I watch as Rhaenyra rolls her eyes at this as she walks to us with the Hightower girl who seems to have somehow wormed her way into both of my niece's hearts.

Once we finally get down to the dragon pit you and Laena can hardly stand still in your excitement. When your dragons are brought out you run over to them, unsurprisingly Caraxes is right behind Stormchaser, the dragon keepers are right I never can find him without finding Stormchaser.

I watch as Caraxes impatiently waits for his turn for your affection, I walk over to you and glare at Caraxes as he snaps at me his rider. Ever since you could walk on your own he has hated anyone near you, so much so it has become a running joke that you are his ‘true’ rider. I hear Laena talking to her dragon Moonfyre, after she heard what her dragon was called she threw a fit and spent a week deciding on a name the reason being ‘I’m not gonna name my dragon a boy name when she is obviously a girl!’ and to be fair she was right, not even a week later her dragon laid clutch of eggs, three to be exact, Viserys agreed to have one of the eggs for his next babe who should be here in four moons. Laena picked a teal one stating since it came from her dragon she gets to pick the name, and she picked…shrimp. Why that name out of any I couldn't tell you, but Viserys agreed, if I’m being honest I think he’s hoping it turns to stone.

When you first brought your dragon back to Kingslanding you thought it was weird she purred instead of clinking when you petted her, I had to explain every dragon makes a different noise, you seemed to understand. I watch as you get on your tiptoes to reach Caraxes and pet him, I can’t help but smile at your close bond to my dragon, as many can’t even get near him let alone touch him.

Once we get you and Laena on your saddles and clip you in via a leather strap and a metal hooks so you don’t fall off your dragons, We tell you both the word to use to start to fly. You wait for us to get on our dragons before screaming it and taking off to the skies. Me, Rhaenys, and Rhaenyra quickly follow after you two.

When I catch up to you I smile as I hear your screams of joy. “Enjoying yourself, Sweetling?” I ask and laugh as you nod your head vigorously. I can already tell you will live for the sky, and we all will have to force you to come down. “I love it! This is way better than Caraxes!” you scream happily not noticing Caraxes has taken offense to your words. I chuckle and nod. “Yes well, flying your own dragon will do that. I remember loving to fly with my father on Vhagar, but when I claimed Caraxes I wanted nothing to do with Vhagar.” I say honestly

You are a vision as you fly, there is no denying that you will be a beauty when your older, as there is no one as beautiful as you. Your braid is flying behind you as Stormchaser dives, I can’t help but laugh at you scream of fright and excitement. Your eyes are huge as she finally straightened out. “That was AMAZING!” you scream.

Finally, me and Rhaenys have talked you two into coming back down, of course not without some pouting and tears but we rectified that by promising extra dessert tonight at supper. When you land I can’t help but notice how Rhaenyra glares at you, she is always scowling your way and making rude comments, so I make it a habit to put the so called ‘realms delight’ in her place.

I can’t help but be surprised when I see the Hightower girl run over to you, she has always been afraid of dragons, like most Andals, but she seems to have pushed that aside for you. “Was it a good flight? Were you safe? Do we need to make a bigger or smaller saddle? Oh, I’m just so happy you're safe.” she rambles off so quickly I don’t even think she was speaking real words. I watch as she unclips you from the saddle and holds you close, I must admit for as much as I hate Otto his daughter is very good to you.

“Did you see me Ali? I did good, right? You’re gonna fly with me someday!” you say excitedly as I walk over to take you from ‘Ali’. “Yes, you did wonderfully, Sweetling. But I believe it’s time for you to get some food in that belly.” I say after I hear your stomach growl. You giggle and nod as you wave to the dragons. “Night!” you yell as you wave.

As we eat you talk about your fly excitedly, you’re talking so animatedly that you accidentally knock your glass of water over and it spills everywhere. I watch you flinch and look at Rhaenyra terrified. “Well, would you look at that! Maybe if you shut up for once in your life things like this wouldn’t happen! You’re so annoying, clumsy, and stupid!” Rhaenyra yells at you as you hang your head crying. I wish I could say this was the first time this has happened, but sadly I can’t. I hear you mumbling the same thing you always do when she does this. ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’

I glare at Rhaenyra as she glares at you. “And maybe you should stop being a little brat who thinks the world revoles around you. Maybe you should shut your mouth before I do it for you.” I snap back making Rhaenyra flinch as if my words have harmed her physically. ‘Good’ I think ‘Good the girl deserves it.’ I see everyone at the table has frozen, not knowing what to do. You break that silence by climbing in my lap and clinging to me so tightly I wonder if the fabric of my doublet will rip. I can’t help the sick satisfaction I feel as you do this, that you’ve relize I’m your protector.

That night, like every night before, I carry you to your room and sit on your bed as you get ready for bed with the help of your maid. Once you are ready and have crawled under your covers I pull you close as I open a book to read you to sleep. You listen to the story for some time before looking up at me and ask. “does Nyra love me?” This one question breaks my heart, a heart many say is black as soot, but what they don’t know is that it only beats for you. “I do not know, Darling, but I hope she does.” I say, I never could lie to you not with those beautiful eyes looking up at me so trusting. You look down tears in your eyes but still you nod in understanding. I know somewhere you hoped she did, and maybe she does, but I feel it is not in this lifetime.

“Let us go back to this story, I know I’m wondering if the tortoise or the hare will win.” I say trying to divert your mind from your sister. You nod and lean in closer to me as I continue to read the story.

Sadly that was the day you realized that no matter how hard you try, Rhaenyra will never love or care for you the way a sister should.

Your Pov

I sit the Ali’s lap in the gods' woods as I trace letters, Ali, Kepus, and Mama say I’m getting very good with letters. “What people do we know with a name that starts with O?” Ali asks and I think for amoment before answering. “Um, Orchid my maid?” I ask and smile big when Ali nods. “Anyone else?” She asks. And I think hard on that. “Your Papa’s name starts with O right?” I ask to which Ali nods. “Otto, his name is Otto.” she responds happily.

I love my Mama, but she isn’t around much cause her belly gets too big, sometimes I think Ali is my Mama. I don’t tell anyone this, cause I know it’ll upset my Mama, the one with white hair instead of auburn, the one with blue eyes like one of mine, instead of brown like the one who is always there. I know Ali isn’t my Mama, but sometimes I almost call her Mama, but I stop myself for I know she isn’t even if deep inside I wish she was.

We do this with the next letters till Rhaenyra walks over to us. “Alicent, we need to go to our leasons with the Septa.” she says as she ignores me. “Oh, I hadn’t relized the time.” Ali responds as she picks me up and looks around for a nurse maid but seems to freeze when she sees something, when I look where she is looking I see my Kepus watching us, well more glaring. “Why don’t you go to the prince, princess?” Ali suggests as she sets me on the ground. I nod and run over to him as Ali and Rhaenyra walk off.

Once he picked me up he smiles and I smile back. “I got all my letters right! I even got most of them without help!” I say excitedly as he walks towards the gardens where he usually takes me so I can pick flowers. “Good job, my girl.” he says as he sets me down, little do I know this is his way of tiring me out so I’ll take a nap without fuss.

Once I’ve tired out he carries me to my chambers. “You’ll never leave me, right, Kepus?” I ask through a yawn. “No I’d never leave you, Sweetling.”

Little did I know that was the day he swore to never leave me unless he had to visit his Bronze Bitch. My father will regret letting my uncle so close to me in the future, but the damage was already done by that point. But that’s the future and this is now, and he has nothing to fear…or so he thinks.

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