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I dare you
"To zaenya targaryen, she had managed to slay not only the murderer aemond targaryen and his faithful guard cole but that cunt of a scheming man who planned all of this, otto hightower" glasses were raised in honor of the tall woman around the dinner table as cheers were heard soon after the words of the daemon targaryen
his unexpected return not only upset rhaenyra, but annoyed zaenya as she now sat keeping the scowl on her face not bothering to endulge in the praise and looked away from her smirking father "victory shall be ours all thanks to her, here is to you my daughter" dark violet eyes looked to the scowling woman before doing his drink with the council men soon following after
rhaenyra sighed placing her beverage down before standing from her seat at the head of the table "my gratitude will forever be to zaenya for accomplishing these victories, but the usurper still sits my throne and there is no time to waste. the morrow will come and we will march to kings landing and attack, my half brother will surrender and endure the punishment sought out for him" more cheers were heard
"same goes to the drunk cunts bitch mother" spewed daemon after
zaenya tried hard not to stick her bare hand down his throat and rip out his vocal cords so he could speak no longer, but she calmed her simmering anger opting on downing her ale before refilling it to the brim repeating the action letting the strong liquid burn her throat
rhaenyra had been the one to give a sharp look at her husband before turning to the council "but for now, enjoy the feast" she gestured for them to indulge the various foods placed on the table
the night had continued swiftly before the war room was left with only zaenya, rhaenyra and daemon. the tall woman found herself leaning against the stone frame near the fireplace letting the warmth smooth over her form as she stared at the flames "are you not proud rhaenyra? my daughter has done more than what anyone could do and brings you to the throne closer each time" the wine had slightly gone to daemons head as he boasted about
rhaenyra waved her hand "cease your talking daemon, i've grown tired of hearing your voice" she said tiredly
daemon rose his brow "i told you why i had to leave, t'was not to abandon you" he sighed
