Fire and Blood // Daemon Targaryen

45. Pleasure

'And now we come to the matter of the great Iron Chair... and whose bum it might bear. Our good King... names his daughter, a girl, his heir.' Davina and Daemon had brought Rhaenyra to a play, the crowd was enthusiastic. 'But then to him, a babe is born.' The actor portraying Alicent was grunting and groaning delivering a fake child for the audience.

'A son!' the speaker declared. 'To which heir might the chair bear? Who will it be? The brother? The daughter? Or the little princeling of three?' Davina stared down at Rhaenyra as she watched the play of their lives.

'Rhaenyra... the Realm's Delight, a girl so young and so slight... loved by all of her people, but would she make a powerful queen, or would she be feeble?'

'Feeble!' the crowd shouted and Rhaenyra's face dropped.

'Though Aegon, the babe Prince, might long for a claim, he has two things Rhaenyra cannot: a conqueror's name... and a cock.'

'Lies, slander! Boo!' Rhaenyra tried but their cheers outweighed her one measly voice of objection.

"What good are cocks!" Davina agreed smirking back at Daemon.

"You like my cock." He countered.

"Oh.. I do, don't I?" Davina whispered as he kissed her.

'Jest if you will Rhaenyra, but many of the smallfolk are like to believe that, as a male, Aegon should be the heir.' Daemon reminded her as he lead her away.

'Their wants are of no consequence.' Rhaenyra reminded him and Davina and Daemon laughed as the crowd continued cheering, and whistling in amusement.

'They're of great consequence if you expect to rule them one day.' Daemon reminded her.

'For one night, I wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance.' Rhaenyra remarked picking at some food a vendor was selling.

'Four coppers, street rat.' The man shouted at her.

'In King's Landing, we pay for our pleasures.' Daemon told her and she threw the food back at the man and ran. Davina burst out laughing.

"She's got the hang of this, we must be rubbing off on her." Davina mused as she walked after Rhaenyra.

'Hey! Stop! Boy!'

'Wait, I'll find him.' Daemon assured heading off with a chuckle on his lips.

Rhaenyra had never felt so alive she was breathing heavily as she ran but she collided into a knight with a grunt.

'And who might you be running from, now?'

'Ser Harwin.' Rhaenyra said kindly and he stared down at her confused

'Princess.' He grumbled

'Don't.' she begged as he saw Davina and daemon coming up behind her.

'You take care, boy. Next time, you might not be so lucky.' Ser Harwin remarked.

'Enjoyed that, did you?' Daemon questioned coming up behind her.

'Who knows when I'll next taste freedom?' Rhaenyra reminded him.

"Then we must experience everything!" Davina suggested with a mischievous look.

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Alicent was staring at the ceiling when there was a knock on her door. She sat up, righted herself before speaking.

'Come.' the door opened and a hand maiden entered.

'Pardon me, Your Grace. The King has requested your presence.'