Visenya Targaryen, second to her name, was referred to as the most generous and benevolent queen in Westeros history. She has always loved her people, even though she took the crown in the last days of her life. Her compassion was already reflected...
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I frowned when secret passage opened. I was in bathroom after duel. I grabbed dagger I carried with me as I sank into water. It was dagger my uncle Vaegon gave me years ago. I felt a little dread as the footsteps approached. Who knew the secret passages?
How stupid I was. Daemon appeared at door and looked at me with a big smile. Daemon:
"Daggers aren't for you, cousin."
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. In case you were too tired in duel."
"You're dirty. And I'm not fit right now."
"There's nothing I haven't seen before, cousin."
I ignored his playful gaze. My eyes widened in shock when door to my room opened. As Daemon goes behind the screen, the person who enters:
"Are you in bath, Aunt Visenya?"
"Yes, Laena. Did something happen?"
"Why don't you join us for dinner?"
She had that sweet grin on her face when she came to me. Smiling:
"I'm definitely not hungry. But I'll be attending the banquet in the garden with you tomorrow. Besides... I'm not available right now."
"See you tomorrow."
When Laena comes out, Daemon:
"I didn't think you'd get along so well with kids."
"My nieces are exception."
"I wish I had a little Targaryen."
"Then why don't you do it. You're a married man, cousin."
"I cannot destroy the dragon blood running through my veins with a bronze bitch."
"Why didn't you tell my grandfather that when you got married?"
"I told him. But you know I don't get much rest."
"I'm not surprised. Hey what are you doing?"
"I accompany you."
"You won't do such a thing."
He undressed completely and got into hot water. As my face crumples:
"There's nothing you haven't seen or tasted before."
I closed my eyes and threw my head back. Why was the daemon pushing so hard? He had said it himself. All he wanted was a Targaryen wife to keep his blood pure. I was just a pawn to him.
I decided to play the game he was playing. I sat on his lap. I ignored the dripping water. Our faces were too close now. I leaned into his ear as if to provoke him. With a faint whisper:
