Chapter Three

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Sorrows of thy heart.

As if we were fast forwarding though the night I was alone in my chamber Aemma had died as did the new baby Prince I wished to comfort the king and Rhea but my heart could not carry for us three it would barely hold for me as it was, I had lost so...

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As if we were fast forwarding though the night I was alone in my chamber Aemma had died as did the new baby Prince I wished to comfort the king and Rhea but my heart could not carry for us three it would barely hold for me as it was, I had lost so many and so much in such little time having had them in the first place, despite how much I loved Kings Landing and called it home, it wasn't I was not meant for this kingdom I know that now I had a grand feeling of greatness and love growing from our home within and I was wrong, badly wrong, terrifically wrong.

Humiliating

The king should've made a better choice. She should've lived.

Aemma should have lived, really truly happily lived instead haven to give her life to a unkind god an a sexist bitter king.

I felt my grip tighten around the railing on my balcony and felt myself wanting to leave my heart hurt, for Aemma. Sometimes I fear this is what my life is to become either another one of deaths victims or a victim to everyone around me

Death is something that doesn't happen to you, it happens to everyone around you

I heard a knock on my door "princess? Daph?" it was Rhea I whipped my face with a nearby cloth and breathed before opening the door for her

Don't cry. Do , not, cry.

She grabbed a hold of just above my waist and held me close to her sobbing

I moved us closer to my bed and comforted her till she slept soon after a dragon could be heard from my balcony I instinctively shushed and cursed the rider as I glanced at my window

"Daemon" I uttered moving out of my bed still in my dress from earlier

"It truly is a shame I didn't get to dance with you tonight" he smirked as I looked to the side

"I don't feel like dancing right now" I stated still looking away

His hand gripped mine as he came off his dragon "what do you feel like doing?" He asked I looked at him Then his lips for a second then back up at him I could see the lust in his eyes

The hunger.

He wanted to feast on me, but why?

"Are you the reason everyone is keeping something from me?" I asked he blinked

"I'm sorry princess to what do you mean?" He asked

"Ever since I got here there's been whispers in the corridors, stares gods even glares from people I have never met not to mention the fact the king has had me and Rhea attached at the hip and also-" I let out a breath "She died daemon" I said as I sat down on my floor leaning against the wall that opened up into the open balcony

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