Chapter 1: Their complicity

Rhaenyra Targaryen was walking out of the Small Council. She was aware that her father was seeking for an heir, a male heir, to take his place on the Iron Throne. Also she knows her father did not want her uncle, Daemon, sitting on the throne.

She always felt neglected because she was not a man, Viserys was so obsessed with it that he made her mother pregnant five times before and after her birth. Some were born dead, some died days or hours later.

She could tell her mother was tired and so was her father but he needed THAT heir.

After the council she was planning to go to the God's Wood to relax and read when Ser Harrold Westeling, her sworn protector, walked towards her.

As they walked thru the hallways of the Red Keep he was explain why he wanted to talk to her "He passed through the Red Keep's gates at first light"

"Does my father know he's here?" she questioned her knight, she knew that if her father finds out her uncle was there, he would get really upset, he had been gone for a while and his present could be considered... unwanted. So she was glad he came to her first.

"No" she was relieved as they reached the room where he was.

"Good" she said as he opened the door of the throne room for her and there he was, Daemon Targaryen, her unpredictable uncle, the headache of her father's small council.

"gods be good" said Ser Harrold as he saw Daemon sitting on the throne, something that could be considered treason and be sentenced to death.

"It's all right Ser" she said looking at her uncle with a playful smile, only for him. While the Ser closed the door she walked down stairs to meet Daemon.

"What do you think you are doing, uncle?" she said as she walked, her steps echoing in the empty room. High Valyrian, their native tongue, the language of Old Valyria. This was part of their culture and they always used it to have a complicity between them.

Daemon made sure she practiced it, bringing her books from Essos, using everytime together speaking it since he was teaching her how to ride a dragon, turning her into the youngest dragonrider.

"Sitting. This could well be my chair one day" he said matter-of-factly, which made her smile a little. Of course she wouldn't let him see it.

"Not if you're executed for treason. You haven't come to court in an age" she teased him with the possible consequences of sitting there.

"Aye. Court is so dreadfully boring." he said, putting an effect of sleepiness in his voice to show her how bored he got in the court.

"Then why come back at all?" she asked, curious, she was aware of her uncle's feelings toward the meetings in court and she understood that, since she joined to feel cups and spent her mornings or afternoons bored, listening to hours of nonsense things.

"I heard your father was hosting a tournament in my honor"

When he said it, she couldn't hide her smile and decided to tease him a little "The tournament is for his heir"

He followed her teasing sitting in a better position on the throne and leaned a little looking at her "Mm... Just as I said"

"His new heir" she couldn't help but comment about her soon-to-be-born brother or sister, teasing him with the possibility that the babe could be a boy.

Finally he stood up and started to walk towards her "Until your mother brings forth a son, you are all cursed with me"

"Then I shall hope for a brother" she finished her teasing with this. She was sure that her teasing didn't make him upset, mostly because of his smile when they were both face to face.

"I bought you something" he handed her something, letting it fall in her hands but still hanging on his long fingers. She took some time looking at it, it was metallic, with rubies decorating it, in the center it had a flower made of metal and in the center of the flower, a beautifully cut ruby "do you know what it is?"

"It's Valyrian steel. Like Dark Sister" after the mentioned the name of his legendary sword of Valyrian steel he pulled the necklace of her hand.

She folded her arms behind her back looking at him "Turn around" he said in a whisper, almost seductive way, his eyes were hard to read and it made him more dangerous and unpredictable. She spent a few seconds trying to read him, when his stare didn't change she followed his instructions. She knew what he wanted from her so she turned around and moved her hair to give him a clear view of her neck, with her free hand she removed her necklace. Meanwhile he was there, looking at each movement she did, waiting for her to finish. When she was done, he walked closer to her and intentionally ran his fingers on her neck, making sure she felt his hands. "Now..." he said, really close to her, almost like a whisper "...you and I both own a small piece of our ancestry" before moving away from her he placed both hands on her shoulders, which felt like she was touched by fire, she turned around so he could see her wearing the piece of jewelry "beautiful" he said in Valyrian.

After that heating and even sensual moment the rest of her day was quiet and even boring, she and Alicent studied as she planned.

The tournament, a couple of days later, was a disaster. Not only did lots of knights die but also her mother and Baelon, her little brother, met the Stranger that day.

Lords and ladies were present to witness the funeral of her mother and brother.

Daemon was behind her, she will be the one who will order Syrax to burn them in the Targaryen tradition.

"They are waiting for you" he said gently in a whisper, like she was the most delicate piece of pottery, afraid he might break it.

She could feel him behind her so she spoke in Valyrian, just for his ears "I wonder if, during those few hours my brother lived, my father finally found happiness"

"Your father needs you, more now than he ever has"

"I will never be a son" Daemon could feel the pain in her voice, he knew how obsessed his brother was and it was hurting her, he wished he could hug her, make the pain go away but he can't because of the protocol of the royalty. She looked at her father, broken, then she looked at Syrax, her beautiful dragon, she could tell her dragon knows exactly how she was feeling, she was quiet, waiting for a word of her ride "D..." her voice could break at any second, she looked at her father again and she finally had the strength to say "Dracarys" Syrax looked at her and with a soft growl she walked to the pyre and executed the order, burning her mother and brother.

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I hope you enjoyed this. I would like to do this with each moment between them.