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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 || 𝐂𝐡. 𝐗𝐕𝐈
Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!OC
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a/n: listened to fingertips by lana del rey while writing this. needless to say, i’m ruined. also it’s a bit short, sorry </3 BUT NEXT CHAPTER COMING OUT AFTER REAL SOON🤞
warnings: mentions of death, death, loss of children, brief violence, targcest, angst
UNEDITED; beware of mistakes
ch.xv, to be continued… masterlist!
enjoy!
She didn't know how long she'd been standing on the balcony. Eyes locked onto the horizon with no coherent thoughts, only staring and thinking of everything and nothing at the same time.
Behind her, she hears the faint breathing of Daena & how ragged and strained it's become.
Her daughter was beginning to lose her grip on her life and for once- Daenyra had no plans for the future, only now. It was as if time itself had gone still just to torture her.
The door behind her opens, footsteps emerging before the door shuts quietly again. Still, it doesn't urge her away from the cold prickly air.
Though the presence in the room is a lot warmer from the fires and that who fuels her own.
"What do you have there?" It's his voice that jolts her out of her own trance. Her eyes blinking away the dryness and her hands moving to catch a better grip on the wheel she holds in her hands.
Looking down at it- she almost doesn't recognize it. Her work is sloppy and the characters she decorated upon it don't appear to be those she had chosen.
Daenyra shifts on her feet, turning to find Daemon already sitting beside Daena with a hand on her bedside and the other propped up on the armrest.
Had the situation been different, she would be able to enjoy this moment more than the sorrow it gives her.
«It's a prayer wheel," she answers, fingers beginning to move the twine around the bundle of sticks that seem to point in each and every direction.
Daemon squints, "You do not pray.." He says.
"No.." she mumbles back, "I do not."
He remains still and silent, waiting for her to explain before he dares let his mouth run wild
"Whilst in Winterfell" she starts, "my ears
would fall to hear those who were met with a conflict of death."
"Most winters were to blame. The people have grown strong enough to overcome them but the children were never so lucky.." Her voice is gentler, Daemon notices, but her face doesn't appear to match her expression at all.
She moves to sit next to Daena, directly across from him. With her closer to the bedside, he's able to catch clear glimpse of the wheel in her hand.
"Women across the realm weave prayer wheels of the Seven. Those in the North do not believe in such gods, but have made prayer wheels of their own."
Tying the last not, she turns to look at it. At the center was her, poorly constructed by sticks & chipped dragon scales. Beside her was Daeron.
Unrecognizable to everyone but her.
Figured I would…..craft one of my own, for her sake. A shame I don't harness enough skill for such craftsmanship, nor prayer work" she looks back up at him, "I certainly have no skill in that, do I?"
Daemon let's out an amused huff, his free hand running over his mouth to hide the smile on his lips. "Prayers are not a good like on you."
A smile manages to reach her lips, finally feeling content for the first time since their wedding day.
Wonderful is the only word Daenyra could find herself to use for her wedding. The lack of anything remotely familiar to the word was foreign to her, and the years she spent enduring a marriage that wasn't of her choosing made this one feel as if this one were too good to be true.
She refused to believe that her eyes brimmed with tears at the sight of her in the mirror dressed for Valyrian wedding, her wedding. The nightmare of her dream growing rotten only grew when she felt the blade piercing her skin.
The fear of the pain waking her up shook her to her core, and it wasn't until Daemon had pulled her into the kiss when she realized she wasn't dreaming in the slightest.
At the end of it she could also say that her tinted soul felt lighter, lifted from the pitch of whatever darkness she convinced herself she had.
The memory of her glorious day ends when Daena moves in her sleep, ultimately tearing her away from her short lived fantasy.
Daenyra holds her breath before carefully placing the wheel on the night stand, propping it up before sinking back into her seat.
With the air in the room tense once again.
Daemon decides to leave, but not without placing a kiss upon Daena's forehead first. His hand gently caressing her hairline before moving around the bed to do the same for the woman he can now proudly proclaim as his wife.
She looks up at him and even if he doesn't have to, he grabs her face anyways. His eyes meeting hers to offer whatever comfort he can muster before kissing her on the lips.
-
The maesters were not hopeful in the beginning and their search for a cure was futile. It discouraged her more than she already was. It killed and tore away whatever sense a mother could have in hopes for a better outcome for their dying child.
She had seen so many mothers in the North cry for their children, their tears drenching their little clothes as they held it up and wept. But her eyes were dry. Red from the lack of blinking and not tears.
To feel nothing felt wrong, but to do nothing and sit and wait till her last breath felt worse.
Deep down it was because of her morals-because she knew exactly what her daughter was.
Even with the security of knowing that Aron was on route to Dragonstone- it did nothing to console or reassure her that she was true & real.
But still, with the conscious mind of her daughter being an illegitimate child, she still holds the dragon egg in her hands, prepared to present it as a gift.
Her thumbs slide over the scales as she allows herself to reminisce the time where she was gifted her own dragon egg.
"| never told you the story." she realizes, her eyes suddenly beginning to tear as she remembers.
Droplets of her quickly growing overwhelming sorrow spill onto her hands, blurring her vision to the point where she can only make up blobs.
The sounds of her sniffles overpower the gentle cracking of the fire and nearly do the same to Daena's shallow breathing.
She looks up towards her & takes a deep breath. «It was our fifth name day and um...
Rhaenyra had been blessed with Syrax. In fact she was." she looks off, nodding as the details continue to resurface, "Syrax was born to her, yes."
And I." she cuts herself off with a breathy laugh, "| was not given one, no not at first. The Queen, my mother, would not deem it so."
The silence was almost deafening but it did not discourage her from continuing.
"Daemon is a dragon born a man and yet he refused to accept the absence of what I was losing. He defied the King'a law and...and gave me a dragon." the laugh returns but this time with a little cry.
"No one had ever expressed such kindness such as he did, and as a reward I wish...I so terribly wished- he had been there to witness how happy he had made me before they took it all away." Daenyra's voice shakes and her skin prickles with goosebumps as a chill overtakes the room, surrounding her in a cool like embrace.
Daena's breathing is gone and the room goes quiet. She blinks her wet lashes, confused yet convinced that her mind had played a trick on her. She didn't cry nor appear to be in pain.
Surely it hadn't happened, yes? She hadn't hadn't finished her story-
"D-* she stops herself as she realizes she's completely alone. The wood of the fireplace cracks, triggering the dam that was holding her anguish at bay.
It hits her like a canon. Daenyra breaks into a pained sob that frightens her, her cry so loud and heavy she doesn't even recognize it. Her hand shakily reaches out to touch her daughter's cheek, her skin still warm to even the lightest of grazes and touches.
Now she only wishes she could have witnessed her own daughter’s happiness.
-
Hours had passed since Daemon had last heard or seen her. The last thing he'd done is deliver one of the eggs of Shrykos clutch. He wasn't allowed in the room- or at least he didn't believe he was.
He could have walked placed it in Daena's arms just as he had done with Daenyra, but instead she stood in his way, keeping her head straight as she takes the egg from his gloved hands, examining it before shuffling and gently closing the door in his face.
By the time the sun had set it was as if the castle stilled. The halls were empty besides Daena's, which had a hand full of maesters lined up outside, waiting.
The silence was irking him, and more was her absence. His patience ran thin to the point where he even found himself looking out the balcony and into the sea, awaiting to spot the familiar Targaryen sigil sailing.
When the ship finally did reach his sight and docks, he rushed towards the chambers.
Pushing the maesters out of way to reach the door.
They stared at him, their eyes full of exhaustion & nervousness. He ignores them, head dropping to block out their stares.
His hand knocks upon the door, calling her name only to be met by silence.
It isn't until he announces the arrival of Aron Stark that he finally hears movement behind the door.
When he attempts to knock again, the hinges squeak and the door cracks open. He opens it, his eyes landing on Daena, cold and lifeless on the bed whilst Daenyra faces the fire, standing close enough to be able to hover the egg atop.
His shoulders drop and his feet drag against the floor.
She doesn't need to look at him to feel his disappointed aura behind her. Like a force, it magnifies with her own, and for a second the air in the room goes tight as if the oxygen was suctioned out.
Her hands shake and her eyes burn. The tears threatening to make a reappearance. They almost do.
"I wish to speak to her."
"She wishes to speak to no one."
Aron scoffs, hand running down his mouth to calm himself in an effort to not swing at the Prince. Daemon on the other hand was amused, a smirk threatening to fall on his lips, and if it weren't for the terrible loss- it would have.
"She's the mother of my child, I need to speak with her. I need to see her.”
Daemon let's out a laugh, "Need…..haven't had enough?"
Aron looks away, ears tipped red with embarrassment. It worsens when Daemon follows his movements, entering his personal space to mimic is gestures.
The room is flooded with their intense male aura, the tension as tight as a wire. Fragile to even the slightest of looks or glances.
Daemon glares at his sensitivity, and despite yearning to press further, he takes a step back, taking a moment to remind himself where he stands, for her sake.
The anger simmers to frustration, their buster turning into silence.
Minutes pass, Aron has shrugged off his cloak and Daemon fixed himself a glass. When the doors of the hall open, the guard speaks.
Daemon doesn't wait for him to finish and walks out before the man can breathe another word.
-
The silence was excruciating to Aron, more so with the violent stares of Daemon burning holes at his back. Relief came only when he would spare a glance towards Daenyra, who still faced away from him, her sight fixated on the dragon egg in her hands.
She hadn’t spoken a word to him, or even greeted him. It irked him, even more so when the only assumptions he could make were that at this very time- she only felt guilt.
Yes, the urge to blame her was great and agonizing. Like a brand being melted into his skin.
Her blatant ignorance was enough to tip the tides against his resolve towards the prince and whatever warning he had been given.
Aron turned on his heels, walking straight towards her until he was at arms length, yanking her away from the flames, nearly making her drop the precious egg in her hands. In a blinded rage he yells in her face, his grip leaving imprints of his fingers into the flesh of her skin despite the layer of clothing she wears.
Through his own tears he nearly misses how tear stained her face is, how bloodshot her eyes were and the faint quiver in her lips.
For the first time since their children’s birth- he’s witnessing her fear. Raw and almost brand new. A mother truly mourning the death of her child.
The sorrowful sight is abruptly stripped away from him when he feels Daemon pull him backwards into the ground, yelling curses at him to keep his hands off her.
Aron sulks into the floor, looking past Daemon’s shoulder to watch Daenyra sink into a chair, her eyes never leaving his.
The moment of loss in her face is gone and replaced with a blank look. At this point, Aron no longer hears the voice of Daemon shouting at him, nor feels his hands keeping him pinned to the ground.
He had pulled away, moving to stand between the two. Aron blinks, turning his head to catch the sight of Daena’s lifeless hand hanging from her bedside.
On the other side, across the bed and on the floor, he spots the bundle of wood and rocks tied together into a half wheel. It had fallen, broken upon impact onto the cobblestone floor he finds himself laying on.
A chill runs down his spine as he cries silent tears. The dread of a voided, warm absent love that is close to nonexistent existing, keeping the grasps of hope from ever reaching his children.
They are lost to her, now only good as dead.
-
“I mourn for you, sister…” Rhaenyra’s voice slices through her thoughts. Her words holding the sharpest blade, so sharp to the point where it actually reachers her.
Slowly, she turns her head away from the burning pyre, looking at her with dead eyes. They’re void from color, as is her skin, the glow now gone.
Rhaenyra blinks as she is almost unrecognizable at the first glance. There is sadness within and with a closer look, there is something else, an empty space. A blankness.
It cowers behind the thin layer of regret and guilt. Realizing that she isn’t face to face with her dear sister sends goosebumps up and down her body, confusing flowing through as her eyes attempt to search for anything with familiarity.
On the other side, Daenyra spares the slightest glance behind Rhaenyra, spotting Harwin walking away, his hands clenched into fists.
He had spoken to her, payed his respects, she assumes. She didn’t know, she wasn’t paying attention. Too lost in this cruel sight she had given herself.
Her eyes make her way back to Rhaenyra’s, her expression finally trembling. Daemon, as if he could sense her uneasiness, grabs her hand, forcing his fingers to intertwine with hers. He had been beside her this entire time, a grounding presence for her to lean on.
“I shall endure whatever punishment the gods have given me, sister.” She finally says, surprising both her husband and Rhaenyra.
Her lips part open at her words, her own heart breaking for her. Daenyra turns back towards the burning pyre, her sight eventually making its way to Shrykos who roars into the distance, it’s head jerking side to side.
“If one shall experience the loss of child, then let it be my own.”
The tears brim at her eyes, “You will forever be undeserving of this.”
a/n: sobbing crying THROWING UP- i know i didn’t include of daeron in this chapter but i plan to touch on it soon👍 for now we MOURN. sorry daena lovers </3
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 || 𝐂𝐡. 𝐗𝐕𝐈
Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!OC
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a/n: listened to fingertips by lana del rey while writing this. needless to say, i’m ruined. also it’s a bit short, sorry </3 BUT NEXT CHAPTER COMING OUT AFTER REAL SOON🤞
warnings: mentions of death, death, loss of children, brief violence, targcest, angst
UNEDITED; beware of mistakes
ch.xv, to be continued… masterlist!
enjoy!
She didn't know how long she'd been standing on the balcony. Eyes locked onto the horizon with no coherent thoughts, only staring and thinking of everything and nothing at the same time.
Behind her, she hears the faint breathing of Daena & how ragged and strained it's become.
Her daughter was beginning to lose her grip on her life and for once- Daenyra had no plans for the future, only now. It was as if time itself had gone still just to torture her.
The door behind her opens, footsteps emerging before the door shuts quietly again. Still, it doesn't urge her away from the cold prickly air.
Though the presence in the room is a lot warmer from the fires and that who fuels her own.
"What do you have there?" It's his voice that jolts her out of her own trance. Her eyes blinking away the dryness and her hands moving to catch a better grip on the wheel she holds in her hands.
Looking down at it- she almost doesn't recognize it. Her work is sloppy and the characters she decorated upon it don't appear to be those she had chosen.
Daenyra shifts on her feet, turning to find Daemon already sitting beside Daena with a hand on her bedside and the other propped up on the armrest.
Had the situation been different, she would be able to enjoy this moment more than the sorrow it gives her.
“It's a prayer wheel," she answers, fingers beginning to move the twine around the bundle of sticks that seem to point in each and every direction.
Daemon squints, "You do not pray.." He says.
"No.." she mumbles back, "I do not."
He remains still and silent, waiting for her to explain before he dares let his mouth run wild
"Whilst in Winterfell" she starts, "my ears would fall to hear those who were met with a conflict of death."
"Most winters were to blame. The people have grown strong enough to overcome them but the children were never so lucky.." Her voice is gentler, Daemon notices, but her face doesn't appear to match her expression at all.
She moves to sit next to Daena, directly across from him. With her closer to the bedside, he's able to catch clear glimpse of the wheel in her hand.
"Women across the realm weave prayer wheels of the Seven. Those in the North do not believe in such gods, but have made prayer wheels of their own."
Tying the last not, she turns to look at it. At the center was her, poorly constructed by sticks & chipped dragon scales. Beside her was Daeron.
Unrecognizable to everyone but her.
“Figured I would…..craft one of my own, for her sake. A shame I don't harness enough skill for such craftsmanship, nor prayer work" she looks back up at him, "I certainly have no skill in that, do I?"
Daemon let's out an amused huff, his free hand running over his mouth to hide the smile on his lips. "Prayers are not a good like on you."
A smile manages to reach her lips, finally feeling content for the first time since their wedding day.
Wonderful is the only word Daenyra could find herself to use for her wedding. The lack of anything remotely familiar to the word was foreign to her, and the years she spent enduring a marriage that wasn't of her choosing made this one feel as if this one were too good to be true.
She refused to believe that her eyes brimmed with tears at the sight of her in the mirror dressed for a Valyrian wedding, her wedding. The nightmare of her dream growing rotten only grew when she felt the blade of dragon glass pierce her skin.
The fear of the pain waking her up shook her to her core, but it wasn't until Daemon had pulled her into the kiss when she realized she wasn't dreaming in the slightest.
At the end of it she could also say that her tinted soul felt lighter, lifted from the pitch of whatever darkness she convinced herself she had.
The memory of her glorious day ends when Daena moves in her sleep, ultimately tearing her away from her short lived fantasy.
Daenyra holds her breath before carefully placing the wheel on the night stand, propping it up before sinking back into her seat.
With the air in the room tense once again.
Daemon decides to leave, but not without placing a kiss upon Daena's forehead first. His hand gently caressing her hairline before moving around the bed to do the same for the woman he can now proudly proclaim as his wife.
She looks up at him and even if he doesn't have to, he grabs her face anyways. His eyes meeting hers to offer whatever comfort he can muster before kissing her on the lips.
-
The maesters were not hopeful in the beginning and their search for a cure was futile. It discouraged her more than she already was. It killed and tore away whatever sense a mother could have in hopes for a better outcome for their dying child.
She had seen so many mothers in the North cry for their children, their tears drenching their little clothes as they held it up and wept. But her eyes were dry. Red from the lack of blinking and not tears.
To feel nothing felt wrong, but to do nothing and sit and wait till her last breath felt worse.
Deep down it was because of her morals-because she knew exactly what her daughter was.
Even with the security of knowing that Aron was on route to Dragonstone- it did nothing to console or reassure her that she was true & real.
But still, with the conscious mind of her daughter being an illegitimate child, she still holds the dragon egg in her hands, prepared to present it as a gift.
Her thumbs slide over the scales as she allows herself to reminisce the time where she was gifted her own dragon egg.
"| never told you the story." she realizes, her eyes suddenly beginning to tear as she remembers.
Droplets of her quickly growing overwhelming sorrow spill onto her hands, blurring her vision to the point where she can only make up blobs.
The sounds of her sniffles overpower the gentle cracking of the fire and nearly do the same to Daena's shallow breathing.
She looks up towards her & takes a deep breath. “It was our fifth name day and um...Rhaenyra had been blessed with Syrax. In fact she was.." she looks off, nodding as the details continue to resurface, "Syrax was born to her, yes."
“And I-" she cuts herself off with a breathy laugh, "I was not given one, no not at first. The Queen, my mother, would not deem it so."
The silence was almost deafening but it did not discourage her from continuing.
"Daemon is a dragon born a man and yet he refused to accept the absence of what I was losing. He defied the King'a law and...and gave me a dragon." the laugh returns but this time with a little cry.
"No one had ever expressed such kindness to me, and as a reward I wish...I so terribly wished- he had been there to witness how happy he had made me before they took it all away." Daenyra's voice shakes and her skin prickles with goosebumps as a chill overtakes the room, surrounding her in a cool like embrace.
Daena's breathing is gone and the room goes quiet. She blinks her wet lashes, confused yet convinced that her mind had played a trick on her. She didn't cry nor appear to be in pain.
Surely it hadn't happened, yes? She hadn't hadn't finished her story-
"D-“ she stops herself as she realizes she's completely alone. The wood of the fireplace cracks, triggering the dam that was holding her anguish at bay.
It hits her like a canon. Daenyra breaks into a pained sob that frightens her, her cry so loud and heavy she doesn't even recognize it. Her hand shakily reaches out to touch her daughter's cheek, her skin still warm to even the lightest of grazes and touches.
Now she only wishes she could have witnessed her own daughter’s happiness.
-
Hours had passed since Daemon had last heard or seen her. The last thing he'd done is deliver one of the eggs of Shrykos clutch. He wasn't allowed in the room- or at least he didn't believe he was.
He could have walked in and placed it in Daena's arms just as he had done with Daenyra, but instead she stood in his way, keeping her head straight as she takes the egg from his gloved hands, examining it before shuffling and gently closing the door in his face.
By the time the sun had set it was as if the castle stilled. The halls were empty besides Daena's, which had a hand full of maesters lined up outside, waiting.
The silence was irking him, and more was her absence. His patience ran thin to the point where he even found himself looking out the balcony and into the sea, awaiting to spot the familiar Targaryen sigil sailing.
When the ship finally did reach his sight and docks, he rushed towards the chambers.
Pushing the maesters out of way to reach the door.
They stared at him, their eyes full of exhaustion & nervousness. He ignores them, head dropping to block out their stares.
His hand knocks upon the door, calling her name only to be met by silence.
It isn't until he announces the arrival of Aron Stark that he finally hears movement behind the door.
When he attempts to knock again, the hinges squeak and the door cracks open. He opens it, his eyes landing on Daena, cold and lifeless on the bed whilst Daenyra faces the fire, standing close enough to be able to hover the egg atop.
His shoulders drop and his feet drag against the floor.
She doesn't need to look at him to feel his disappointed aura behind her. Like a force, it magnifies with her own, and for a second the air in the room goes tight as if the oxygen was suctioned out.
Her hands shake and her eyes burn. The tears threatening to make a reappearance. They almost do.
-
"I wish to speak to her."
"She wishes to speak to no one."
Aron scoffs, hand running down his mouth to calm himself in an effort to not swing at the Prince. Daemon on the other hand was amused, a smirk threatening to fall on his lips, and if it weren't for the terrible loss- it would have.
"She's the mother of my child, I need to speak with her. I need to see her.”
Daemon let's out a laugh, "Need…..haven't had enough, my Lord?"
Aron looks away, ears tipped red with embarrassment. It worsens when Daemon follows his movements, entering his personal space to mimic is gestures.
The room is flooded with their intense male aura, the tension as tight as a wire. Fragile to even the slightest of looks or glances.
Daemon glares at his sensitivity, and despite yearning to press further, he takes a step back, taking a moment to remind himself where he stands, for her sake.
The anger simmers to frustration, their buster turning into silence.
Minutes pass, Aron has shrugged off his cloak and Daemon fixed himself a glass. When the doors of the hall open, the guard speaks.
Daemon doesn't wait for him to finish and walks out before the man can breathe another word.
-
The silence was excruciating to Aron, more so with the violent stares of Daemon burning holes at his back. Relief came only when he would spare a glance towards Daenyra, who still faced away from him, her sight fixated on the dragon egg in her hands.
She hadn’t spoken a word to him, or even greeted him. It irked him, even more so when the only assumptions he could make were that at this very time- she only felt guilt.
Yes, the urge to blame her was great and agonizing. Like a brand being melted into his skin.
Her blatant ignorance was enough to tip the tides against his resolve towards the prince and whatever warning he had been given.
Aron turned on his heels, walking straight towards her until he was at arms length, yanking her away from the flames, nearly making her drop the precious egg in her hands. In a blinded rage he yells in her face, his grip leaving imprints of his fingers into the flesh of her skin despite the layers of clothing she wears.
Through his own tears he nearly misses how tear stained her face is, how bloodshot her eyes were and the faint quiver in her lips.
For the first time since their children’s birth- he’s witnessing her fear. Raw and almost brand new. A mother truly mourning the death of her child.
The sorrowful sight is abruptly stripped away from him when he feels Daemon pull him backwards into the ground, yelling curses at him to keep his hands off her.
Aron sulks into the floor, looking past Daemon’s shoulder to watch Daenyra sink into a chair, her eyes never leaving his.
The moment of loss in her face is gone and replaced with a blank look. At this point, Aron no longer hears the voice of Daemon shouting at him, nor feels his hands keeping him pinned to the ground.
He had pulled away, moving to stand between the two. Aron blinks, turning his head to catch the sight of Daena’s lifeless hand hanging from her bedside.
On the other side, across the bed and on the floor, he spots the bundle of wood and rocks tied together into a half wheel. It had fallen, broken upon impact onto the cobblestone floor he finds himself laying on.
A chill runs down his spine as he cries silent tears. The dread of a voided, warm absent love that is close to nonexistent existing, keeping the grasps of hope from ever reaching his children.
They are lost to her, now only good as dead.
-
“I mourn for you, sister…” Rhaenyra’s voice slices through her thoughts. Her words holding the sharpest blade, so sharp to the point where it actually reachers her.
Slowly, she turns her head away from the burning pyre, looking at her with dead eyes. They’re void from color, as is her skin, the glow now gone.
Rhaenyra blinks as she is almost unrecognizable at the first glance. There is sadness within and with a closer look, there is something else, an empty space. A blankness.
It cowers behind the thin layer of regret and guilt. Realizing that she isn’t face to face with her dear sister sends goosebumps up and down her body, confusion flowing through as her eyes attempt to search for anything with familiarity.
On the other side, Daenyra spares the slightest glance behind Rhaenyra, spotting Harwin walking away, his hands clenched into fists.
He had spoken to her, payed his respects, she assumes. She didn’t know, she wasn’t paying attention. Too lost in this cruel sight she had given herself.
Her eyes make her way back to Rhaenyra’s, her expression finally trembling. Daemon, as if he could sense her uneasiness, grabs her hand, forcing his fingers to intertwine with hers. He had been beside her this entire time, a grounding presence for her to lean on.
“I shall endure whatever punishment the gods have given me, sister.” She finally says, surprising both her husband and Rhaenyra.
Her lips part open at her words, her own heart breaking for her. Daenyra turns back towards the burning pyre, her sight eventually making its way to Shrykos who roars into the distance, it’s head jerking side to side.
“If one shall experience the loss of child, then let it be my own.”
The tears brim at her eyes, “You will forever be undeserving of this.”
a/n: sobbing crying THROWING UP- i know i didn’t include of daeron in this chapter but i plan to touch on it soon👍 for now we MOURN. sorry daena lovers </3
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NEW CHAPTER COMING OUT TODAY!
make sure to clutch your pearls, it’s gonna be rough
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literally all my buttons work except for my edit button wtfsgdvjsb
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thinking if i just publish it and edit it i can get the chapter done….but..what if it takes me hours?☹️
guys be fr, if i post it do you guys promise not to read it LOL
freaking out because i can’t finish writing the latest chapter…?
HELLO MY PROGRESS?.!/$
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UPDATE
I MISCLICKED AND PUT IN MY QUE??? WTFEGSV
freaking out because i can’t finish writing the latest chapter…?
HELLO MY PROGRESS?.!/$
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freaking out because i can’t finish writing the latest chapter…?
HELLO MY PROGRESS?.!/$
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Pray for my mothers they're really going through it
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ALICENT HIGHTOWER House of the Dragon — Season 2 Teaser Trailer
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EMMA D'ARCY as RHAENYRA TARGARYEN House of the Dragon | SEASON 2 Official Teaser
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First Look at Daemon and Rhaenyra in Season 2 of House of the Dragon
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DID YOU SEE THE TEASER FOR SEASON 2???
- 🐉 anon
YES
RHAENYRA LOOKS SO GOOD😫🫦 AND POOR HELEANA🥺 I AM NOT READY😭😭
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OMG?;!!:
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MOTHERS🛐🛐
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chapter 16….i am SOBBING
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mymoonsunandstars · 5 months
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next chapter starts with a gut wrenching loss I AM SORRY
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yo I’m not even done with chapter 15 and what was that… did daddy Harwin just… DID HE JUST KISS MOTHER
I hate to break it to you but you were a rebound bae 😐 -🦊
HE DID KISS MOTHER
i gasped when i finished that scene. i couldn’t believe it. IT MADE ME SAD😭 dany just can’t live without a man jumping on her😒
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