"You have ruined her!" Viserys spoke sharply while gripping the collar of Daemon's shirt.
"What lord will wed her now in this condition!?" Viserys spat on Daemon's face while pinning him to the floor. Even though Daemon was hungover he still raged not able to move.
"Who gives a f*ck what some Lord thinks?" Daemon mumbled. "You are the dragon your word is the truth. And law.." Daemon reminded his older brother of his titles.
"You wish to be my heir? Where is your heir!? And heir to your heir Daemon!? You think about your niece when you can't even get yourself an heir before even thinking of sitting that God's forsaken throne!" Viserys snapped at Daemon while he tightened the grip around the collar of his clothes.
"That is easily done brother, why didn't you say so earlier? Messenger!" Daemon shouted while smelling of wine. The young pale scared boy entered the throne room, he bowed his head and took out a sheet of paper. "Very good. Tell the world that my firstborn child will as promised sit on the iron throne after my death, rule over the Seven Kingdom's, and wear the conquerer's crown. So as that been said I need a wife. Tell them boy tell the whole Relm" Daemon spat the words out without thinking. The young boy quickly ran away from the throne room and started working on delivering the message out of fear of Daemon the rogue price.
Viserys went red in the face. "Is that your message to the world when I haven't even named you my heir!? How forward and proud of you!... Daemon!" He spat the words out like a venom. "Wh*ring around the world searching for a woman to bed and birth you heirs! Are you that desperate!?" Viserys frowned as he was still shouting at Daemon like he used to when they were young boys. But they aren't young boys and Daemon knew that his words would cost him his life.
"Wed her to me.." Daemon said softly while looking up at the King. "When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra. I'll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house." He continued without thinking clearly.
"You are already wed!" Viserys said in disbelief. "First you send the stupidest message to the Relm then you want to wed your niece!?" He continued talking in disbelief.
"Yes i told the Relm that my firstborn child will sit the iron throne... I want that to be Rhaenyra's child.. The only child of mine that i will ever love." Daemon sad with a hateful tone.
"You are a mad man.. You can say what can't be unsaid!" Viserys raged with Daemon's stupidity.
"I said it. And it can't be unsaid. But it won't change a thing about me wanting to wed your daughter!" Daemon shouted.
"Get out of my sight... You are no brother of mine. Consider this the kings mercy." Viserys calmed down and looked at Daemon in disgust and disappointment as he left the throne room with a loud slam leaving Daemon lying on the stone floor beneath the throne.
Daemon did not marry Rhaenyra just yet. And as the years passed Alicent gave birth to kings firstborn son. Aegon Targaryen second of his name. And the whole kingdom celebrated. Neither Daemon or Rhaenyra were happy about it. So Daemon decided to drown himself in wine and women.
"I can't believe it. Now the men of the Seven Kingdoms won't even hear about neither me or Rhaenyra! They will want the boy to sit the iron Throne!" Daemon spat the words out while looking out trough the window as the candle lights lighted the quiet room.
"Is that what you fear love? Didn't you say while ago that your firstborn child will sit the iron throne. You said it as an oath didn't you?" The voice came from the bed behind Daemon's back. A beautiful Dothraki woman sat up in his bed while covering her bare body with the sheets.
"Thirli.." Daemon said while shaking his head but Thirli stopped him before he even said anything.
"You are a dragon, your word is a law. So don't be afraid of a little boy. Marry and be happy, don't chase the stupid throne. Let the blind men play their game and die. It's not your job to do so." Thirli was right. She was wise, she always had been, regardless of the fact that they were just sleeping together, Thirli choose to leave the great Khal and explore the world and then she fell in love with the rogue prince.
Daemon has promised Thirli everything from Noth all the way to Dorne. He knew he didn't love her and that it was all just pure man lust so he got mad.
"I will marry as you said. My sweet." He came up to her and kissed her lips while holding her by the neck. Her dark hair shined next to the candles, her skin tanned, but the thing the most beautiful on Thirli were her blue eyes. She smiled and reached a hand to hold Daemon's face but when she did so he grabbed her hand with aggression, the joy drained from her face in a surprise.
"I will marry Rhaenyra. And give her a child worthy of the throne just after i kill my bronze b*tch." Daemon said in her face while gritting his teeth.
"You promised me every i could have from North to Dorne. You promised me love but i never received it. You have no honor, you swore an oath then break it. You are no dragon." Thirli said while pulling her hand away from his grip. With a swift and sharp motion of his hand Daemon slapped her across the face, as her cheek turned red she grabbed her face.
"Yeri mahrazh mezhah. Anha will hash yeri nhare! (You man wh*re. I will have your head!)" Thirli said in Dothraki, her words quiet and sharp like a dagger. Daemon didn't understand what she was saying and he wasn't interested in it either.
"You knew i could never love a savage like you.. Why did you dare to take a taste of fire then?" Daemon scoffed while putting his clothes back on. "Insult me all as you wish but do not speak badly about my blood." Thirli spoke trough her gritted teeth.
"Your blood? What kind of a Khaleese abandons her Khal and people for some c*ck?" Daemon chuckled with arrogance and shook his head while putting his boots of.
Thirli was disgusted with herself. She was blinded by the shimmers of love not able to see what kind of a rotten man was beneath that cloak.
Thirli's eyes started to water, but not from saddens or guilt, but from rage and regret, she lunged herself towards Daemon's dagger that was on the night table. Daemon was quick to react and he grabbed her legs pulling her close to him again. "That right there is called treason love." He said in intimidating manner. "But i have no use of your worthless head. Keep it. And next time... Use it." He let go of her and got up. As he started walking out Thirili got up while covering herself with sheets.
Gods know she was angry. She wanted to kill him right there and now but her fragile heart wouldn't allow it. "Yer tikh tiholat anna hake! akka hake anna hake! (You will know my name! And name after my name!)" That sentence was all that left her mouth that moment.
Daemon turned around walked back to her and kissed her lips, then he looked at her with disgust. "Pār kesan mazver bona konīr iksis daor brōzi tolī aōha brōzi (Then i will make sure that there is no name after your name.)" Daemon said back in high valyrian and started walking out of the Dornish brothel they were in. On his way out he shouted "Consider this the Kings mercy." Daemon said dissappearing on the Dornish street.
Thirli broke into tears the moment Daemon left her in that brothel. He choose another woman to marry, his niece Rhaenyra Targeryen. While Daemon was traveling back to Kings Landing, Thirli was traveling across the desert in search of the Dothraki. She left to see the world but all she saw was rotten and she wished to pull her eyes out. "If i can't see the beauty, why would i see at all?" She said. Thirli traveled for weeks, those weeks turned into months and months turned into her belly getting even more swollen and swollen. She walked the desert for two and ate for not even one person but she managed to find her people.
"Ānogar ānograro! (Blood of my blood!)" She pleaded when she saw the tents. Thirli got on her knees before the two Dothraki warriors. "Gūrogon nyke naejot ñuha khali! aōha khaleese māstan arlī! (Take me to my Khal! Your Khaleese has returned!)" She begged. The Dothraki men saw her swollen belly and looked at each other. By the law they should have killed her right there and then for she has committed treason against the Khal, so they picked her up by arms roughly and brought her before the Khal.
Other Dothraki women would mumbe under their breath and move away avoiding to look their Khaleese into the eyes. They brought Thirli into the Khal's tent and threw her on the floor. They looked her with disgust while the Khal kept his face stone cold.
"Anha zhorre jadat irge. Anha tih jin eart akka anha tat vo athfiezar me. Mori hash ei rikh. Ajjin tat. Anha qafat ki yer, tat vo anna yalli (I have returned, i saw the world and didn't love it. It is rotten. Now im rotten too. But i beg of you, do not kill my child.)" Thirli begged.
The Khal was angry. He was so mad he tought the chair he was sitting on was going to melt. "Elat. Ishish yeri gango elat mel disse allayafi yeri khado hash yer athdrivar. Ishish jin athdrivar tikh yeri (Leave. May your womb rot with the rest of your body when you die. May the death be your path!)". Khal said sharply, then motioned the warriors to throw her out of the tent into the desert.
Thirli was out casted and left alone to die pregnant in the desert. All because one rogue man broke his oath and forgotten her. But only feeling stronger than self pity and wish for death was feeling of revenge flowing trough her blood and pumping the life inside of her heart. Thirli did not die that day. Nor the day after that day. She returned back to Dorne. The wish for revenge kept her alive all that time. They all tought that she was dead from Dorish deserts and Dothraki tribes to Kings Landing and Targaryen castles.
But she did what she had said to do, she gave birth shortly after. Her name will be remembered and the name after her name. The comet flew across the sky when the new life slipped out of Thirli's womb for the very first time in a cheap Dorish brothel. "It is a girl." The old Dornish woman Mellei, that was helping Thirli give birth said quietly as she laid on the floor in sweat covered in blood.
"Gods send their regards.. She will save us all from this cursed world." Thirli said with a weak smile on her tired face as she embraced her daughter into her arms.
"As so i believe as well myself." The old Dornish lady said. "Her hair is white as the first snow and eyes more blue than any sea i ever saw." Dornish lady pointed out. She was wise and old, she was also a dreamer. Someone who would tell peoples faits and future.
"She's a Targaryen. I will do anything in my power to put her on the throne." Thirli said her woice warm and protective. The night was long and painful for her but the candles were lighting the room.
"She doesn't belong on the blind mens chair Thirli. She belongs with the Gods and dragons. You will hardly put her where you want. King Viserys got a son. His name is Aegon Targaryen. House of the dragon is heating a war. Because we both know that only one of the three, Rhaenyra Daemon and Aegon, can live at the end." Dornish lady said while lighting more candles.
Thirli was feeding her daughter while listening to the old lady. "You found me alone in the hands of death and gave me a new life. But now you speak the rotten prophecy to my daughter." She said keeping her guard up.
"No dear. Her prophecy is not mine to tell. It is hers to write down in history books. You will get your revenge Thirli." Old lady replied.
Thirli coughed and when she looked at her hand there was blood coming out of her mouth. "How can you say that i will get my revenge when i won't even live to see her marry." She knew that her sickness will get the better of her sooner or later.
"I did not say it will be you who will take the revenge for you." Dornish lady smiled softly. Thirli loved her wisdom. "What is her name. Tell me what did you choose?" She asked.
"Thereya Targaryen, first of her name." Thirli replied. She was never more sure of her words then in that exact moment. Shortly after Thirli's story had to end only for Thereya's to begin