The Rogue Princess // Aemond Targaryen

◦•●◉✿Meeting Daemon✿◉●•◦

Vaemond Velaryon, uncle of Laena Velaryon, is giving an eulogy in High Valyrian. He involves several pointed remarks about Velaryon blood remaining pure while glancing at Rhaenyra and her sons.

Daemon is somber at the funeral but can't help but giggle at Vaemond's pettiness. He earns a few glares from Viserys and Otto, who has been reinstated as Hand of King.

The ceremony ends with Laena's stone sarcophagus being dropped over a coastal cliff into the sea, to rest beside her ancestors.

Afterwards the court gathers at a cliffside courtyard of High Tide castle for the wake. It is filled with long awkward silence and some strained conversation.

The wake has forced Rhaenyra and Alicent's families to gather for the first time since Rhaenyra had moved away with her family from court. Daemon, with his daughters, had come back after a decade.

Finally Daelys walks over to Daemon. She has never met him before. Daemon turns his head when she approaches.

"So you are the only child not born of wedlock?" He asks.

Daelys smiles slightly. "Who says they are born of wedlock?" She remarks.

Daemon looks at her impressed. "Nobody says that as a reply." He says. His gaze then roams the crowd. "Do you know what they are talking about?" He asks Daelys gesturing to the few who are talking.

Daelys looks around. "Why should I tell you?" She asks.

Daemon smirks. "You are smart", he observes. Daelys shrugs. "But here, you can only talk to me openly. You also know this. So what are you going to do?"

Daelys takes a moment to consider. "You are not the only one I can talk to openly." Daelys retorts. "But... Jace and Mother are talking about Harwin. Luke and grandsire are talking about Driftmark. Your daughters are meeting their grandmother."

Daemon nods his head approvingly. "Are you really that cunt's daughter?" He asks.

Daelys smirks a little. "That seems to be a good question sometimes, doesn't it?" She asks.

"You continue to amaze me", Daemon says. "You know how to handle a situation and you are courageous enough to come talk to me alone."

Daelys shrugs. "Without courage one cannot survive the court of Queen Alicent."

"And smart." Daemon adds to his list. While they had been talking Aemond's eyes had been on them. Daemon has noticed this. "Who is that?" He asks.

Daelys looks where Daemon pointed. Her eyes meet Aemond's for a second before he looks away. "Prince Aemond Targaryen, second son of King Viserys Targaryen", Daelys answers.

"Then why is he looking at you?" Daemon asks.

Daelys sighs. "We are betrothed." She replies.

Daemon shakes his head. "That's not all though." He observes.

"You are observant", Daelys says just as Daemon had. Daemon smirks, understanding what she did. "And yes there is more."

"Care to explain?" Daemon asks.

But Daelys shakes his head. "I do not know you", she replies.

Daemon nods approvingly. "As I said smart."

There conversation is interrupted when they see Corlys Velaryon, Leana's father, tell something to Qarl and then push him towards the steps.

Daelys had been standing near the edge and she looks down to see Leanor standing in the water. She knows Leanor is not her father but he had never treated her otherwise. She is saddened to see his state.

"Lovers?" Daemon asks her.

Daelys looks at Daemon angrily. "He is my father." Daelys points out.

Daemon shrugs. "We both know he is not."

Daelys considers Daemon for a minute. "Yes we both do." She says. "And yes they are."

Daemon thinks about something for a minute. "Whose daughter are you?" He asks.

"Princess Rhaenyra's", Daelys replies smirking. Daemon looks impressed by her answer.

"Who is your father?" Daemon asks again, this time careful of what he says.

"I would believe someone like you would know the answer." Daelys answers. "Anyone with brains can figure it out."

Daemon shakes his head. "For once no I don't know. But it must be someone who resembles Targaryens."

"I would hope so." Daelys remarks looking at Daemon pointedly.

Daemon's eyebrows furrow slightly seeing the gesture before his eyes widen in realisation. "I believe you know now why I wanted to talk to you?" Daelys remarks.

Daemon looks at Daelys in new light. "Yes." He answers. Then he smiles at her. "It is quite a feat to make me speechless."

Daelys shrugs. "It's not that hard." She remarks. "I figured it out within a minute."

Daemon smirks. "You got all the good things then."

"Maybe." Daelys shrugs. "Doesn't mean nobody whispers behind my back."

"What do they whisper?" Daemon asks slightly angrily.

"That I am your daughter." Daelys answers. "No one seems to be able to believe that my mother has a true born child."

"When you marry someone like that nobody can." Daemon observes. "Anything else?"

Daelys laughs lowly. "My name doesn't help me." She replies. "Because I never listen to anyone they call me 'The Rogue Princess'."

Daemon can't help but laugh too. "They named you rightly then."

Daelys smirks and looks around to see Rhaenyra observing them. "Mother is looking at us."

Daemon also looks. "That happens to be the reaction of every mother when their child talks to me."

"Be that as it may I have others to talk to." Daelys says.

"Your secret lover?" Daemon asks gesturing to Aemond. Daelys doesn't reply, just moves away.