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Chapter 6. The Great Scandals

Pairing with Daemon Targaryen

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Sumarry: The tension surrounding the prince and the eldest daughter of Otto Hightower became increasingly heated as time went by. Along with the princess's tour, a new scandal involving the two lovebirds became increasingly unavoidable. Argent might still be unsure about the threat she gave to her father, but the prince, who knows, always takes every opportunity to persuade Argent to follow through. With the help being offered, it was indeed too tempting to ignore. But everything still has a price, and Argent, who has no gold to pay for it, can only wager her honor. Whether it still remains or has vanished along with her who flew on the dragon's back with the prince at that twilight.

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A gentle breeze caresses the face of the girl who lost in thought atop her horse.  Silent. Perhaps asleep with her eyes open.  But she still blinked for a moment – proof that she was still very much alive, especially as the wind blowing became stronger.  Her gaze looked far ahead at the expanse of green grass, at the hills rising are interconnected.  A delightful comfort, so refreshing to the heart and mind. Cleansing it from the suffocating dust in King's Landing that was becoming thicker, as if trying to choke everyone.

Political debates became increasingly tumultuous as time went by.  Especially for the King, who is always busy with his work to protecting the seven kingdoms, as well as the council's efforts to force him to marry soon.  The stability of the realm must be maintained even though the heir to the throne has been determined.  At least, until there is a male heir capable of bearing the burden to become the protector of the realm.

 Argent was very grateful when Rhaenyra asked to accompany her on the tour.  Of course, she was still accompanied by her personal guard, Ciston Cole. The mystery kningt that won the heir tournament. But actually Cole is not a mysterious knight. Just a poor knight whose family name was unknown to anyone before.

Argent's daydream was shattered when she heard the sound of horse hooves not far from where she was.  And her face froze when she saw who was approaching her.  "Lady Rhea," Argent greeted the hostess, who immediately received a smile from her.

"My Lady..." Rhea replied as she tried to greet back but didn't know the name of the person in front of her.  "Argent Hightower, My Lady," Argent replied.

 "Lady Argent Hightower, so you are the eldest daughter of The Hand." Argent's smile widened, though it was not something sweet, more like a small smirk as she turned away.  "Yes, My Lady."

Rhea seemed to notice the change in her conversation partner's expression.  "Please don't misunderstand, The Hand does have enemies everywhere in the realm.  But that clearly has nothing to do with you."

Now the aura emanating from that smile has changed, no longer looking sour as before but clearly there is a hint of forcedness at the corners of the expanding lips.  "Thank you, My Lady."

 "I heard that you have privileges at the Citadel?  How is the learning there?

"Only in the library, My Lady, and even then not every day. The guard only allows me if he is in a good mood.”

 "Oh, very interesting."

 "Yes, it's true, being able to read the books collected by the school of the Maesters is the greatest honor you can ask for if you come from a minor noble family like ours."

 "You don't need to be a girl born as a minor noble if you succeed in marrying Prince Daemon,” she said.

The sentence was shocking that Argent didn't realizes she was choked on her own saliva. She never imagined hearing that sentence from the Daemon’s wife of all people.  "My Lady," was all that came out of Argent's mouth, so shaken by the words she had just heard.

Meanwhile, Rhea just stared at Argent with a scrutinizing gaze, perhaps enjoying watching her conversation partner disturbed by the rumors spreading throughout the country.  "It's getting quite late, we should head back, Lady Argent."

"Yes, My Lady."

Rhea directed her horse backward before passing by the girl who was still frozen in place.  She had indeed never been seen with Daemon since they got married, but at least she might be happy if Daemon visited her occasionally.  Rhea clearly knows who the man she married is, the troublemaker who shakes the entire kingdom.  His presence could be a threat to anyone who dared to oppose him.  Their marriage was indeed just a political exchange to strengthen Vale's support for the King and vice versa, but the treatment Rhea received was clearly so humiliating.

Prince Daemon is not only famous for his temperamental nature, with his blood so fiercely burning.  But also his sick personality, like the other Targaryens.  They never consummated their first night because Daemon immediately disappeared to the pillow house shortly after their wedding ceremony was over.  Rhea, who was still very young, felt heartbroken at that time, but now she feels grateful because she doesn't have to spend the night with the troublemaker.  His title was not just a word, but his true nature.

Meanwhile, Argent could finally breathe as a sigh of relief when she was left alone again, in the expanse of green sea and its refreshing cool air.  If possible, Argent would want to stay there forever rather than having to kneel all the time in King's Landing.  Hiding behind the castle walls so she wouldn't explode at the sight of her father's face again.

Regarding the marriage that Otto arranged for Alicent, it is clearly unavoidable.  Argent has tried to find ways to sabotage it, but it has never worked.  Otto was right about the King never accepting Argent around him, especially since Argent loves to debate instead of listening and nodding.  Every solution they tried always ended in a dead end, making Argent feel like her head might explode at any moment.  Too many thoughts in her beautiful little head.

"There you are."

“Here i am,”  Argent whisper in her heart when she heard the voice she had just heard.  Argent even felt that this person might have other hidden powers within him.  "My Prince," Argent replied just before her gaze shifted.

 "You looked disappointed when you found me here, Lady Argent."

This time, Argent really stared at Daemon, who had found her again.  The corner of Argent's lips curled slightly, forming a faint smile that seemed subtle, trying as hard as possible not to raise suspicion.  "Just your speculation, My Prince, I'm actually very happy to see you again. What an interesting coincidence.”

 That sentence sounded sarcastic to Daemon, making him even more intrigued until his grin became uncontrollable.  "I also enjoy seeing you again."

"I can see it from your silly-looking smile, Prince."

“Daemon,”

"Daemon," Argent repeated, following the justification that Daemon had recounted to her.

 Nothing was said after that.  At least until the silly smile on the prince's face turned into a small laugh that looked just as ridiculous as the blush on his face.  I don't know what kind of pleasure Daemon feels when he annoys Otto's eldest daughter.  "You rode the horse I usually use when I'm in the Vale."

"Oh, is that so? I didn't know you visited often; I thought your only stop was Flea Bottom and then disapeard like you were swallowed by the realm." Argent's gaze was completely fixed on Daemon's face, which for some reason looked brighter than usual.  This time, for some reason, she became curious, "If you don't mind me asking, where are you coming from, Daemon? Because it seems like you're always everywhere."

"I am indeed everywhere."

Argent truly regretted asking, for a moment she might have forgotten that the person she called a friend, the one who would be more than happy for the show she prepared for her father, was not someone who was serious all the time.  Argent forgot that Daemon was a skilled player.  "Okay, forgive me," he said then when he saw Argent's face was not very pleased with the answer the girl received.  But her facial expression didn't even change after Daemon apologized.  "I have urgent business here."

This time Argent only nodded, clearly not wanting to get further involved with someone who bore the title of another person's husband, especially when that person was the host who treated her like a guest of high nobility.  "Alright, whatever your business is, it surely has nothing to do with me. So, excuse me.”

 Daemon had to move away from where he was standing or he might get hit by the horse Argent was riding.  The girl was about to completely leave him if only the calling voice hadn't reached her ears.  "My offer still stands, Argent, shouldn't we start the show now?"

"Hah? What are you talking about?”  Argent turned back then.  "I was just warning my father, not that I would actually do it."

"So, that was a lie?"

"Not really, I just..." Argent's gaze weakened as she thought about it again, until she finally looked at Daemon and finished her remaining sentence, "Not sure yet, I think."

A small laugh was heard from Daemon's direction as his eyes returned to the girl in front of him.  His steps quickened as he approached the horse's body, which was slowly walking backward.  Daemon would not take the same action as before; the rocky plains of Vale might soon break the girl's neck if she fell from her horse.  Daemon's hand finally managed to grasp the rope tied to the stallion in front of him.  His words were true when he said the horse Argent was riding belonged to him, as evidenced by how the large animal appeared calm, even as if it were asking to be petted on the head.  And more than happy to do so, Daemon did.

 "We don't really need to make it a show, hasn't the show already started? We just need to see it through to the end, Argent."

 "What do you mean, My Prince?"

"You will know after this. Now, give me a ride, we have to get back before night falls." Argent was surprised when she saw Daemon suddenly jump behind her.  She shouldn't be surprised anymore when she meets someone named Daemon who can do anything.  Anything to the point where you should stop being surprised by all his behavior.  Argent really wanted to protest, but this position became very awkward every time their horse took a step.  With the cold wind greeting them and the warm breath sweeping from their earlobes to their necks.  All of this is too much to handle, and Argent prays that God is kind enough to save her once again this time.

"You have to start getting used to this," Daemon whispered to the girl, who was immediately startled upon hearing it.  Because his words were not just words, but a reality she had to face.

The welcome they received just after passing through the front gate was not a warm one.  More precisely, it might not be a welcome at all, more like whispers that continued to be heard until their horse stopped, and Daemon jumped to help the girl down from her horse.  Of course, Argent would never accept an outstretched hand, not in front of all the eyes that were glaring at them.  Also with whispers that felt more like shouts in the lowest tone.  Daemon's hand still loomed very high, waiting for the girl to meet it, but that never happened.  "Do you really want to see my hand break from waiting too long?" he said, indifferent to the world.

 "What are you doing?"  Argent let out a quiet scream upon hearing those words.

But Daemon is Daemon, the troublemaker who won't care about anything in this world.  The challenger who will face every obstacle standing in front of him.  Daemon is not known as someone who is patient, let alone one who compromises with any situation.  His blood always burned as hot as the breath of his dragon.  And he would gladly face all challengers who dared to stand before him.

 Without waiting, Daemon immediately pulled the girl down from her horse, of course a bit dramatically with a gaze that would send shivers down anyone's spine upon seeing it.  Argent didn't waste time being too mesmerized by that gaze; she knew Daemon was a skilled player when it came to dealing with women.  Argent was very aware that she had gone too far to turn back now.  Indeed, the show has already started, and all they need to do now is finish it properly.  Let the audience react, perhaps they will give the most thunderous applause while throwing flowers because they are satisfied with the performance, or maybe they will curse because they are too emotionally moved by the actors' excellent performance.

The performance was not over yet; Daemon, undeterred by the increasingly loud whispers, continued to sprinkle more wood, making the fire grow larger, as he took the girl's hand and entered the castle where his wife lived.  Indeed, Daemon's lawful wife, Lady Rhea Royce, stood not far from the scene but remained hidden atop the fortress.

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A scandal remains a scandal, and everyone loves to talk about the rumors circulating about the royal family.  Especially the troublemaking prince who spends most of his time in Flea Bottom with all the whores who would gladly lick the prince's shoes for a few gold coins he brings when he visits.  This time, the scandal circulating is quite hot because the prince is fooling around with the eldest daughter of The Hand of the King, who always clashes with him when they cross paths.

 A month has passed since Argent and Rhaenyra returned from The Vale, along with rumors that spread very quickly with them.  The Princess seems to be unaware of the unusual closeness between her friend and her father, but the princess knows that her beloved uncle has something unusual with her new friend.  Rhaenyra really wanted to ask, but she didn't want to experience a more terrible loneliness than this if a misunderstanding occurred between her and Argent in the end.  Let her endure a little suffering as the price to alleviate her loneliness.

Rhaenyra stared at Argent across from her, who was reading a book about the history of the conquest of Dorne by the Conquerors.  "So, the dragon skull in the Sept is Meraxes?"

"Yes, it was given by Princess Deria as a gift of agreement, although Aegon the Conqueror was not very pleased when he received it. Killing sacred animals often bodes ill in Westeros”.

“Mhhm so that's how it is.  But now Dorne has knelt before the Iron Throne, right?”

"No, we did make a peace agreement, but House Martell has its own family motto."

Argent nodded in understanding upon hearing it; this girl had completed her studies on the ruling families of Westeros long ago, so she clearly understood the conversation taking place between them.  "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken."

"Absolutely correct."

Argent closed her book as their small discussion ended there.  "So, what should we do now?"

Rhaenyra seemed to be deep in thought as she rested her face on her hands on their study table.  "I don't know, what do you suggest?"

Argent couldn't help but smile when she heard the enticing words; they had indeed grown into partners in crime over the past year.  All this time the idea of sneaking out of the castle was hers to get some fresh air but then it became Rhaenyra's suggestion every time the girl felt increasingly sidelined from the small council meetings.  Her suggestions were never heard, as if her coronation was merely a formality to fill the void.  And Argent knew why her friend felt that way, of course, blame Otto who increasingly dominated the small council meetings.  As if the man had a plan for every situation, as if he had eyes and ears all over the country.

Argent, who was deep in thought, finally came up with a small, delightful idea.  But her speech was soon interrupted when they saw a servant walk in after bowing briefly.  "Princess and My Lady, I apologize for the interruption, but the guest of honor has arrived and the King expects your presence, Princess."

Rhaenyra nodded in understanding as she listened to the report.  And the servant who delivered the message immediately left once his task was complete, leaving the two girls to prepare to welcome the guest of honor, the King's cousin, Princess Rhaenys—the queen who never was, oh no, Argent preferred to think of her as the queen who should have been.

All the scattered books on the study table in the library Argent tried to clean up before they left. Actually, the girl was trying to buy time so that the princess could soon welcome the honored guest, but her feet didn't even budge an inch from where she stood.  This action made Argent look towards Rhaenyra, but instead received a similar gaze.

"What are you doing?"  Argent asked the princess, but was met with the exact same sentence in reply.  "What are you doing?"

"Rhaenyra, I can't keep getting involved in all your business  Let me stay here, okay? I don't want to mess things up again.”

Rhaenyra smiled upon hearing it, her hand immediately reaching for Argent's while continuing to gaze at her gently.  "You never mess up, you make everything easy because of all that. Thank you for making that suffocating tour end quickly.”

Argent's head bowed when she heard it, even though Rhaenyra said it that way, Argent still had a sense of humility because of her immoral behavior.  Even perhaps because that was so unworthy, her faher had never spoken to her since Argent returned from the princess's tour.  "Princess."

"No Argent, you should just call me Rhaenyra.  You always call me Princess if you have another escape plan. 

“Wow, you have sharp eyes"

Now the smile widened until the row of pearly white teeth was visible on the face of the princess.  Rhaenyra immediately released her hand from Argent's fingers, replacing it by linking her arm with hers.  "I am the Princess, I must learn to know everyone's secrets."

 "Wow, what's your plan? Becoming a tyrant?”

"Maybe"

Both of them laughed as they left the library heading towards the garden behind the throne room.  Passing the small stairs as they exited into the Godswood courtyard, they were both surprised to find Daemon standing there with his eyes closed, enjoying the warm air along with the morning sun perched low on the horizon.  Rhaenyra's grip on Argent quickly loosened as the girl ran towards her uncle.  They only met in the Vale for a moment before Daemon left again, who knows where.

"Uncle," greeted the princess enthusiastically as she approached the young man. The call immediately made Daemon turn and open his arms to receive a hug from his niece.  "Rhaenyra."

Meanwhile, Argent stopped in her tracks, frozen in place by the sight before him.  The good relationship between the nephew and uncle in front of her is not a secret; in fact, almost all Targaryens have good relationships with each other.  Too good to the point that their obsession with maintaining the purity of blood leads them to marry each other, brothers and sisters, uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews, cousins and cousins.  Everything they did to maintain the purity of the dragon blood that flowed strongly in their veins.  And the view in front of Argent gave her something that tickled her.  Especially after seeing Daemon who kept staring at her with a sharp gaze that made her shiver instantly.

Daemon then released Rhaenyra from his embrace, making the girl feel awkward because she was too happy upon learning of his return.  "Your guest is waiting in the garden, Princess, you should go see them soon."

Rhaenyra nodded at Daemon's words, then immediately ran off, leaving him behind.  Hoping that her business would be finished soon so she could spend time with her beloved uncle.

Rhaenyra's departure shifted Daemon's attention to the girl standing frozen near the stairs.  So stiff, as if she were truly a statue displayed as an ornament among the blooming flowers.  The more he observed, Daemon felt that there was something unusual about the presence of the girl across the street. "Oh, where is your green dress?"  Daemon asked while walking closer.

Argent tried to act as normally as possible when she heard that voice after a month of not seeing each other.  Maybe only Argent didn't know that the bright violet eyes always followed her wherever the girl went, even when she was comfortably asleep in her private room.  "I kept it," Argent replied as he watched Daemon walk closer.

 "You will look better in a red and black dress."

"Like your family emblem?  A three-headed red dragon on a black background.  I prefer my white dress. “

“Like a bride."

"Sorry"

Daemon just smirked when he heard it; he never repeated conversations to anyone.  "How is your father?"

Argent shook her head, "we haven't spoken since then."

 The prince merely nodded, not curious enough to ask further questions.  His interest now shifted to something else, to the girl who looked down again as if she didn't dare to meet his gaze.  "Please don't misunderstand?"

"About what?"

"You know what I mean," Daemon whispered softly.  His eyes gazed at the girl's bright iris, which finally turned back towards him.  Their distance became close enough that Daemon was sure his voice could be heard even if he only hissed.  "I like your appearance, it's refreshing. I think it looks prettier.  But as I said, red and black would suit it better."

Daemon passed by Argent, who was still standing with her head down.  The girl even looked blushing to the point where she had to hide herself.  Daemon enjoyed this but he couldn't bear to tease her any longer, so he finally left for real.  There is a place he must go before leaving again.  Kings Landing is more suffocating than the battlefield he has traversed throughout his life.  And honestly, Daemon prefers being on the battlefield compared to King's Landing, which is full of leeches, gnawing on them until only their bones are left.

 Daemon has another, more important mission.  Although it won't be as enjoyable as when he disturbed the eldest daughter of the King's Hand, it is necessary.  Before his brother gets further entangled in the council meetings that always corner him, if only his brother were aware.

Daemon's feet moved very quickly down the entire corridor.  Ignoring the eyes that stared at him with the same shock.  Even though Daemon was always around them, it seemed that no one realized that the prince might have already prepared sharp nails on their comfortable beds.  What disgusting leeches, if Daemon refers to the council members who only think of their own gain.  Indeed, what they mention is the stability of the nation, protecting the people, but what they truly do is only for their own benefit.  Keeping their gold high, keeping their seats warm.

Daemon's arrival in the small council chamber certainly surprised everyone, but it was an entertaining spectacle.  The familiar, disgusting faces that were shocked and afraid as he approached his seat, next to the king, right in front of the biggest leech that was so repulsive to him, the Hand.

"A pleasant surprise, my brother."  Viserys looked at his brother, who never let go of his smiling face.

"Your Grace," Daemon replied to Viserys's greeting without taking his eyes off Otto, who looked stiff in his place. "Lord Hand. I believe you must have something very important you want to say to me.”

 The entire council fell silent, confronted with a situation that suddenly became suffocating before them.  These two figures looked at each other with unhidden hatred.  Everyone is well aware of the enmity between The Hand and The Prince.  The situation worsened when the scandal that was circulating dragged the eldest daughter of the Hand into it.  A terrible scandal that might be disgusting to everyone.

"My Prince," Otto replied softly, returning the Prince's greeting while trying his best not to be provoked.  At least not in this place where all eyes are on them and the situation might be heating up.

Apparently, the news about the king's wedding plans quickly spread throughout the country like the warm morning sun, dispersing rapidly.  The happy news made the realm rejoice.  They indeed did not forget about the princess who was crowned as the heir to the throne, but the people could not help but hope for the presence of a male heir.

 The traditions in Westeros do indeed place more burdens on men compared to women.  In fact, the original tradition brought by the Targaryens from Valyria hardly considered gender.  As long as someone possesses strength and other resources, they can lead the kingdom under the wings of their dragon, protecting their people.

It feels like several weeks have passed, and all kinds of wedding gifts keep coming in like the tide hitting the shore.  For the first time, Alicent experienced a service she never imagined she would feel.  The sudden luxury that came to her might bury her, but along with it, there was a sacrifice she would never be able to end.  Alicent would never again be Lady Alicent from House Hightower.  She is now the queen, a dove trapped in a golden cage with no chance of escape.  Their marriage can never be annulled or one of them must die.  And killing the king is the same as attempting suicide.  So, there will be no way out at all.

Behind the beautifully carved wooden door, Alicent cried again for the umpteenth time, and her sister, who had promised to always be by her side, was also there.  Unable to do anything.  Just staring while holding his younger sibling, occasionally uttering comforting words that have no meaning at all.

"Alicent, calm down," whispered Argent for the umpteenth time.  The older sister could not provide any comfort other than ensuring her presence remained close to her little sister.  Slowly, as Alicent's body stopped trembling, Argent released her embrace, cupping her younger sister's face and gently wiping her cheek.  Argent tried her best to smile at her, "At least, save your tears for later, hmm."  But Alicent didn't respond at all; instead, her tears flowed again.  Argent was so helpless yet she had tried hard to maintain her sanity, slowly Argent kissed her sister's face.  On both cheeks, on both eyes, and ending at the top of her forehead.  "Alicent, forgive me, I should have been able to prevent all this. But I am even more powerless against the King's decision."

They hugged each other again, and Argent just let it be.  "Alicent, this might be the only marriage you will face, so I hope you consider my words.  No matter how bad the situation gets, you definitely want to be painted beautifully, right?  So, what I really want to say is, cry to your heart's content just until today.  Because tomorrow, you will never again be Lady Alicent sitting at the end of the room; you will be the queen standing in the middle of the room, shining to accompany the king and becoming the center of everyone's attention.  You will have everything you have ever hoped for.  All your desires will not be disputed by anyone.  But perhaps, you will pay a small price for all those privileges.

 [tbc...]

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Chapter 5. For the shake of stability for the realm or for your own ambition, father!

Pairing with Daemon Targaryen

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Sumarry: On a day filled with sorrow due to the absolute loss experienced by the Realm, the day still ended well. The two sisters who enjoyed the tournament parted ways as they headed to their respective rooms. Argent was so tired and a bit sad because her older brother lost in a one-on-one battle against Prince Daemon. However, for some reason, the way he said her name sounded so sweet, so ticklish that it made Argent giggle when she remembered it. one sister who is happy and the other who is entangled in the dark and disgusting game of thrones. As soon as Argent learned that her father had pushed Alicent towards the dragon's maw, Argent became so furious that she slapped her father. There, unbeknownst to the girl, the prince, her beloved, watched and smiled very satisfied at the little quarrel. There, Prince Daemon intercepted Argent in the hallway as she walked towards her room and gladly help the girl if she needed his hand

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The funeral had ended a few hours ago. At the same time, the day turned into a dark night without the moon or stars. As if the world also fell into darkness with the disappearance of the moon from the sky. The dimming of the stars that usually sparkle. Maybe this is the most terrifying symbol, maybe Targaryen will never be as magnificent as before.

Argent and Alicent accompanied Rhaenyra in her private chambers, hugging the girl whose face was swollen after crying all day. They didn't talk about anything afterwards, just embraced each other as if knowing that a grieving soul doesn't need advice. They just wanted to be accompanied as the most genuine form of empathy that could be asked for. No one dared to speak during the moments that followed, as if they realized that after this, everything would never be the same again.

The situation has changed, there is no longer the mother with whom she could share everything. But maybe this is the best for everyone. Because her mother no longer suffers from the obligation to provide heirs for the realm. As a prisoner in the dungeon under her status as the Queen, consort of the savior of the realm.

Argent's embrace of Rhaenyra tightened as the princess's sobs echoed in her ears once more. Meanwhile, Alicent, sitting below, leaned against the princess's leg while stroking her hand. They may not be blood-bound siblings, but the three of them have experienced the same loss. The mother of the Hightower siblings had long passed away long before they came to King's Landing. Although both may no longer be sad about the pain of wounds that might still be open, the scars will surely remain inside as a reminder of the pain of losing a loved one.

Unbeknownst to her, time was slipping away, and the sorrowful princess felt she could not be more selfish to keep these two girls with her all night. Rhaenyra released her embrace on Argent, then wiped away the tears that were still flowing from her eyelids. The Princess then rose from the edge of the bed, instantly causing the person accompanying her to rise from their place as well.

"Princess, are you hurt?"

Rhaenyra smiled upon hearing the same question for the umpteenth time. "I'm fine, thank you for being with me all the time."

"Rhaenyra"

"It's already quite late, right? Go back to your rooms, i will be fine. I promise."

Argent couldn't believe Rhaenyra's seemingly sudden words. "No Rhaenyra, we will accompany you."

"You are all very kind, but don't worry. I will be fine, we can meet again in morrow."

The three of them stared at each other, refusing to believe the words Rhaenyra had just spoken. Argent's eyes fixed on the face of the girl in front of her, still searching for a slight opening to refute Rhaenyra's words to her, but she found none. So she nodded, allowing Rhaenyra to lie and leave her alone as per her request.

Argent immediately hugged Rhaenyra for the last time. She stroked the princess's back while whispering sweet words that immediately brought a smile. Assuring Rhaenyra that Argent will always be there for her whenever her services are needed. Providing proof of Argent's words about feeling like she has another sister besides Alicent. Argent's hand quickly grasped her younger sister's arm, both of them exchanging a farewell before leaving.

"Good night, Rhaenyra." Alicent finally said her farewell.

The two siblings opened the door and closed it immediately. Leaving the princess alone in her room because she requested it. While walking towards their respective rooms, Argent still held Alicent's hand tightly before they finally parted ways to their own rooms.

"Good night, my sweet sister." The older sibling said it and then gently kissed the younger sibling's head.

"Good night, my sister"

Argent arrived at her room shortly after parting ways with Alicent at a turn on the stairs. A gap in the door made her wonder who the culprit was. Argent was sures he had closed it tightly before approaching Rhaenyra, and she was also sure that the servants would not enter at such a late hour. Doubtful, Argent crept into the available gap, trying to peek inside.

"This is me."

"Father?" Argent immediately pushed the door to her room, she looked inside where her father was. The father, whom Argent thought was so disappointed in her, was inside playing with the perfume bottle on her vanity. "I thought you would never talk to me again."

"That's true, I plan to never see you again. You disappointed me, Argent."

"Which part disappointed you? Because I believe that whatever I do will always disappoint you." Otto shifted his gaze to the object he was holding. His gaze was directed towards the girl in the black dress, who seemed to have just returned from the princess's room, mourning the loss of her mother and brother. A gaze that was not easily decipherable, Argent did not know why her father was in there. "Why are you here, Father?"

Still with an almost unreadable facial expression, Argent adjusted her position. Usually at certain moments when young Argent was still learning about manner and etiquette as a lady, this kind of condition would immediately earn her a small smack on the back for her imperfect standing position. Otto cleared his throat a little before he started giving a lecture to his daughter.

"I never imagined you would come with Daemon after causing a commotion. There are so many knights at the camp, your brother is also there. Why must it be Daemon all of the people?! "

Argent looked at her father in disbelief, perhapss she could hold herself back from arguing at that moment, but the change in expression on her face was something unavoidable. There are so many things they could talk about. For example, about how Oldtown is now or how Highgarden rules Argent as they please. But the supposedly wise father chose a topic that made both of them heated. "He was the one who saved me, Father. You should be grateful, even a little, because I didn't have to die lost in the forest."

Argent's voice rose without her realizing it, causing her father to raise his voice as well. "That's your fault, why did you have to go into the forest of all places at such an hour!"

"That's my curiosity, you can't blame that."

"Your curiosity." chuckled softly upon hearing the rebuttal given by his daughter. "Your obsession with dragons, you mean?"

"Father?!" the girl exclaimed then.

Otto rose from his seat, returning the fragrance he had held to its original place. This conversation will not go smoothly if they keep raising their voices. Instead, Otto returned to his speaking tone but with emphasis on every word that came out. "I am indeed grateful for the return of my child without any loss. I am grateful that my clever daughter did not have to die in the forest because of her own carelessness. But among all the things you can do, can you at least lighten the burden for your old father, Argent? Listen to me once in a while."

A small laugh was heard from Argent, who heard her father's words. She couldn't believe the words she heard, leaving the girl speechless. "Do you want me to obey?" Argent asked with sarcasm in her tone, "Do you want me to submit to be sold to the ruler of your choice for your own gain, Father? As the price of your insatiable ambition. You know exactly how Highgarden treated me, making me run all day delivering orders. A job that is even lower than that of a lowly servant. Is that what you want? Seeing your daughter humiliated even after she got married?"

"Argent!" Otto warned.

Agent's breath sounded very heavy when she heard the warning given to hers. This debate will not end with the result Argent wants, sos he will give in, for now. "Alright Father, if that's what you want. This will be my last service as the price for the greatness of the ambition you are trying to achieve. And this will be the last time you see me obeying your words without question."

Otto stared intently at his daughter's face, honestly, he didn't come to hear protests or listen to everything he already knew directly from his daughter's mouth. He wanted to hug his beloved daughter after such a long time. Otto wanted to hear about all the lessons Argent took during her time at the Citadel when he requested special permission from the King using his authority. Otto really wanted to hear his little daughter talk about all the fun she had in Oldtown, but the outcome was not like that. His heart was clearly broken when he heard that the situation there was not even as good as he had hoped. Worse when Otto heard that his daughter was almost defiled by those damn nobles.

Regarding the moving plan, Otto did not intend to sell his daughter into an aristocratic marriage. Not in this way with all the misunderstandings that Otto couldn't justify. But he didn't have time. His ambition is not merely a desire to appear great in the eyes of others. The ambition that Otto truly fought for was the freedom for his children to choose a better life according to their desires. Although, of course, everything always has a price. And that price cannot be paid by his efforts alone, but perhaps with a little sacrifice for future glory.

Although the disappointment was clearly visible on his daughter's face, Otto tried to touch her shoulder, hoping she would embrace him on her own. But that never happened. Not with the misunderstanding that Otto still can't clear up. As a result, Otto would let it go for now. Otto walked towards the door, feeling that he would not be able to listen anymore.

"With one condition, Father." the sentence was interrupted for a few seconds as the father stopped not far from the door. "I promise to obey you, to pay attention without disrupting your plans or work. I will not protest if you have found the right Lord to be my lord husband, even if you want me to marry him right away, I will still obey you without question. As long as you won't involve my sister in all your games and cunning plans to crawl up to that iron throne. This struggle will be between you and me, Father. Because if I hear that my sister is involved, prepare for all the chaos you could never imagine."

Otto was stunned to hear the super long sentence that made him turn around once again. The face looked very serious as if the threat was very real. It's true that Argent is his daughter, very much resembling their strict mother. This might be more like Otto himself, full of ambition. In response, Otto simply nodded before finally continuing on his journey, leaving his daughter's room.

The large door in the room was closed, and footsteps in a steady rhythm were heard afterward. At the same time, Argent moved towards her vanity, returning the perfume that was on the corner of the table. Her gaze stopped when she saw the reflection of her face on the surface of the large mirror in front. Her face was sad once again, her face was etched once again. "Mom, I wish you were here with me."

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Every day continued to pass as usual, as if nothing had ever changed. Months have passed, yet Argent still wanders, trying to memorize every corridor of the castle while occasionally accompanying Rhaenyra when Alicent is not with her. They would talk in the garden while occasionally picking flowers, or read books together in the library. If given the chance, they would sneak out of the castle several times and wander around the capital. They did not engage in dangerous activities, they both just needed fresh air from the suffocating political games in the palace. Maybe they also wanted to enjoy some snacks available in the capital, their journey was pleasant. The capitol usually have strange-colored fruits that tickle the tongue when eaten they said it was from somewhere at Esos. Although the fruit is not always available, they will still go out. Sometimes they want to invite Alicent to go with them, but for some reason, the girl is often busy and rarely seen at the palace.

Rhaenyra may not be a perfect person, but she works hard to bear the burden placed upon her. Since her brother died a few hours after birth and the chaos caused by her uncle, Rhaenyra has borne the burden of being the heir to the throne, even though she is a woman. This situation had never happened before, it had, but not really because the entire council rejected a queen sitting on the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra always felt that her coronation as heir was her father's way of getting rid of Daemon, who might destroy the realm. At the same time, it was Viserys's way of avoiding the conversation about him getting married soon to have an heir, a male heir to be precise.

Since that incident, Rhaenyra's suffering seemed never-ending. The unfortunate girl had to lose her mother along with the child with her, and she became distant from her father who was drowning in sorrow and guilt. Rhaenyra often felt a warning so intense within her. This indifference made her feel abandoned as if her presence was unnecessary; perhaps Rhaenyra was indeed the heir to the throne, but only as a distraction from the suffocating political games that continued to unfold even after they fell asleep in the darkness of the night. Not to mention the new routine of selecting young lords as potential husbands when she comes of age. Rhaenyra hated this, the changes came too quickly, overwhelming her in facing them. Especially with the absence of those who were once very close to her like her father, mother, Daemon, and Alicent who disappeared when Rhaenyra needed them the most. Nevertheless, Rhaenyra is grateful that Argent often accompanies her.

Argent gently stroked Rhaenyra's hair as the princess was lying on her lap. "It's already too late, aren't you hungry?"

"I'm full."

"You've been reading your book since noon, what makes you full, Princess? At least eat something, even if it's just a spoonful."

"I've already eaten," she protested.

"When?"

"Yesterday morning" Argent's hand pushed the book Rhaenyra was reading, feeling that this was enough. That action certainly made the princess finally look away. "I told you, I already ate."

Argent just smiled upon hearing it. "Yes, I heard it, but we have to go back now."

Rhaenyra sighed because she failed to deceive Argent. Yes, it is true that Argent is not easily deceived. Rhaenyra immediately gave up and closed her book, then got up with Argent. They both left the Godswood and headed to where all the food was. Usually in the afternoon, they serve lemon cake and some strawberry pies and ice cream. Passing by several waiters bustling about and the very crowded courtyard. They both stopped in front of the Small Hall near the Tower of the Hand when they saw Alicent just coming out from there.

"Alicent," Argent greeted her sister. Her face looked so worried seeing Alicent's pale face. Moreover, she had caught Alicent biting the cuticles of her nails until they bled. "What are you doing there?"

Alicent forced a smile when she saw the two of them stop and greet her. "Nothing, I just brought tea for Father."

That's a forced lie. Argent immediately released her hand from Rhaenyra and then approached her sister, whose face looked pale. "It's okay, tell me, Alicent."

But Alicent did not answer, the girl only looked at Argent and Rhaenyra alternately before finally leaving them both. Argent truly wanted to ignore the changes that had started to be noticed in her sister since the queen's death. For some reason, she felt increasingly distant as if Alicent was hiding something. Everything got worse when the King, whose wife had left him without a male heir, was forced to marry to ensure the stability of the kingdom after the birth of a son. Even though they already had Rhaenyra as the heir to the throne.

Argent looked at Rhaenyra after Alicent left their presence, as if asking for permission to chase after her sister. Rhaenyra, who understood, finally nodded in permission. "Forgive me, Rhaenyra, you eat first, okay? I'll see you again later."

Without waiting for another response from the princess, Argent immediately withdrew. Her legs ran as fast as they could to catch up with her sister who had distanced herself from them. Although Argent did not know exactly where Alicent had gone, she trusted her feet to lead her to where her sister might be. And here she stopped, Argent did not know that Alicent would enter her room instead of her own. That could be that Alicent know that her sister might follow so she decice to wait there.

"Come in, don't forget to close the door too."

Argent was not pleased with the tone of voice she heard. Alicent had never made such a sad sound before, not even when their mother died or even when they had to part ways years ago. Hesitantly, Argent approached Alicent and closed the door behind her as she entered.

Argent never expected that her sister would cry when she heard the door to the room they were in close. The girl cried hysterically, causing her body to fall onto the hard floor, injuring her knees. Argent immediately approached and embraced her sister's prostrate body, still trembling. She couldn't ask her sister why she was crying, but Argent would wait until Alicent would say it herself.

Alicent cried for quite a long time until the night enveloped the entire realm. This girl became increasingly calm as time passed. Although she had calmed down, Argent felt sorry to see her sister's swollen eyes. She couldn't ask because Alicent might start crying again. Their conversation would be in vain according to Argent, so she just hugged her. Winning over the younger sibling who had just finished crying.

"Iam sorry," Alicent suddenly spoke up. But Argent shook her head upon hearing it, the woman wiping her younger sister's face, which was messy with tears and occasional snot. "I don't want to worry you, but I think I have to tell you something, sister."

This time Argent nodded, her face fully gazing at her younger sister with a gentle look. "Yes, just say it when you're ready."

"Father.. Father.."

"It's okay, Alicent, you don't need to push yourself if you're not ready."

"No, I have to say it now before it's too late."

"Alright, please continue," Argent gently stroked Alicent's hand.

"I think Father wants to marry me to the King, sister. I often find myself around him as a companion when His Majesty finishes his work. Father made me do that"

Argent felt as if she had just been struck by lightning when there was neither rain nor storm. She couldn't believe her ears when the sentence came out so casually. She felt her heart race as her mind processed the sentence she had just caught. Argent was too shocked to respond with anything other than disbelief, leaving her with her mouth agape. "Father did what?"

"Father wants me to marry the king, and I think it's too late now. Sister, please help me, I'm scared."

Once again, Argent embraced Alicent. She gently stroked her hair while whispering softly. "Calm down, Alicent, I will find a way to help you." Her embrace loosened after that sentence, she cupped her sister's face before leaving. "Sleep here, Alicent, I will be back soon."

Argent immediately stood up without paying attention to Alicent, who was trying to call her name. The older sister steps were too fast for Alicent to catch up, causing the girl to return to her b sister's room. While Argent ran towards the Tower of the Hand located in Middle Bailey to seek an explanation from their father, their beloved father.

Argent didn't bother knocking beforehand, the girl forced her way in while her father was talking to a servant whose name Argent didn't know. That behavior certainly surprised everyone, causing the servant to startle and hurriedly leave. He understood that he would not survive if he didn't save himself now. Not with Argent coming with clenched fists.

"You should have knocked before entering, I have already taught you the most basic things like this."

Argent ran towards her father, and immediately after that, she delivered a very hard slap that made his father's head turn. Argent was clearly very angry and she could no longer hold it back, so everything came out uncontrollably. Argent realized that something had happened between her father and Alicent behind her back. Argent is very aware that Alicent's absence makes her uneasy. Alicent never had time apart from Rhaenyra, but she became more frequently absent after the queen had passed away. As if she were playing a role that no one wanted to imagine.

Before the father could protest against the rude behavior he had just received from his daughter. He was once again taken aback by the outburst of overflowing anger.

"What have you done to my sister, father?!" Fully attack Argent

"What are you talking about?" the father asked back

Argent sighed upon hearing her father's reply, "We had an agreement, Father. Alicent must not be involved in all your wicked plans. Not in this way. She is just a child, Father." Suddenly, Argent's voice became weak, unable to finish her sentence until tears flowed unexpectedly. "What have you done to her, why Alicent, Father?"

Otto tried not to get carried away when he realized the anger directed at him. Slowly, the father tried to calm his crying daughter by hugging her. Even though he then received a barrage of punches from his daughter.

"She's old enough for that."

Argent immediately let go upon hearing her father's words. She thought her father might give a better answer. "We agreed not to involve her, Father. You should have made me do it! Not Alicent!" Argent shouted at the end of her sentence.

"I want to choose you, Argent!" the father retorted with the same shout. "I also don't want to sacrifice your little sister for that, but you are not suited for that role. Indeed, you are very intelligent and quick-witted, but your behavior will never please the king."

"Pleasant to the King, you say? Are you aware of what you just said, Father?! You let a child do something disgusting like seducing the king to become his wife. Do you realize that you might be more immoral than that rule-breaking Daemon?!"

"Exactly right, Argent. I cannot offer you that burden not just because you do not obey. Because there is a Daemon standing and overshadowing you, are you aware of that?" Otto took a few steps back, distancing himself slightly from the fiery Argent. "The king loves his brother, he loves his family very much because he is the only one left after their father and mother passed away. Do you think the king will accept you after your return with Daemon after that commotion? Never, Argent, and Alicent has been here for a long time, she has enough talent for her new role."

"For the sake of seven hells, father, I hope you realize what you just said about my sister." Argent retorted with full sarcasm, too stunned by what she had just heard.

"You think i don't know, you think your departure that day wouldn't reach my ears. You were found alone with the prince who already has a wife, even embracing behind the dragon's back with him. Do you realize that what you did is far more terrible than what your sister did? At least the king doesn't have a partner." Otto sighed after expressing his frustration. "It's not me who has disappointed you, Argent. You are the one who has disappointed me. It wasn't you who should have said there would be no more chances, but me."

Argent nodded, listening to her father's words; she had already lost too much control over herself. It turned out that the more she listened, the more unpredictable each word became, and Argent couldn't hold herself back from listening any longer. A slow grin appeared on the face that still looked angry. "You're right, Father, I have disappointed you. And I'm glad I chose to never obey you again after this.

There was nothing more Argent could say because she had lost all her anger. She couldn't understand her father's behavior, with all the words coming out of her father's mouth about how he made Alicent change. Before leaving the room, Argent looked at her father for the last time. She then smirked once more. "You remember what I said? I will disappoint you even more after this. I hope you enjoy the exciting show that I have prepared especially for you. I hope you find the must comfortable seat to enjoy the show, my dearest father."

Argent immediately left the room. She couldn't wait to hear the response that might become even more uncontrollable. Her steps were not hurried this time, she even took a moment to close the door before completely disappearing from there. But actually, Argent really wanted to scold her father once again, but perhaps what would come out this time would not be curses but tears flowing heavily because she couldn't express her anger.

The journey back to her private chamber felt very long, as if she were at the end of the world. Making the girl stop on one of the stairs near the balcony. The night view felt serene, with a dark sky enveloping the entire land, and the streetlights in the city serving as a substitute for the sun. If only Argent had something that could make her disappear from this world, she would gladly take Alicent away from this not so good world.

The girl who was silent did not realize that someone had been watching her from the beginning. Since the girl ran to the Tower of the Hand until the girl left. Those bright violet eyes watched everything, and he thoroughly enjoyed the show from the gap in his hiding place.

"I am ready to help you with the show you prepared especially for your father, Lady Agent."

That voice made Argent turn around, only to be surprised to see Daemon standing there, smirking slightly while watching her. "My Prince, I didn't know you had returned?"

"Returned? "I'm here all the time if you know." Daemon protested, then walked closer to the edge of the balcony that showcased the view of the capital city at night. "I also know that you took the princess to sneak out at night. Don't you realize that no one dares to disturb you even when you're in a narrow alley?"

Now the shock has become even more unexpected. Argent had indeed equipped herself with basic self-defense skills, but she thought they were just lucky because they had never been disturbed while sneaking around. "You know?"

Daemon's smile spread so slyly, his face looked satisfied for some unknown reason. "I know everything, my lady. So if you are indeed serious about the show, invite me, and I will gladly accept your invitation. Good night, my lady."

Daemon immediately left afterwards without waiting for any response from Argent. The girl who was said to be very intelligent was too shocked when she discovered all the truths behind her suspicions. "Oh my God, what just happened."

[tbc...]

[ryolina]

Chapter 4. The Tournament and The Death of the Queen

Pairing with Daemon Targaryen

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Sumarry: The tournament held simultaneously with Queen Emma giving birth ended in the absolute loss of the Targaryens. Apparently, the terrible event last night gave a bad omen that went unnoticed by anyone. The prince's defeat in a one-on-one duel with a poor knight whose family name was unknown to anyone. until the loss due to a difficult birth caused the death of the queen and the baby in her womb. The entire kingdom fell into deep sorrow, and the king was plunged into prolonged grief.

WC: 3K+

The day changes again, a bright morning rises again. Leaving behind yesterday, which was full of unexpected events. That was clearly the most memorable first meeting for a girl who had never left her hometown. Let's say that Oldtown is just a small corner of the edge of Westeros. A city located far to the south with no neighbors except the open sea in the Sunset Sea.

That morning was the busiest day Argent had ever experienced shortly after her arrival in King's Landing to answer her father's call. And perhaps it was the most enjoyable day she had ever experienced after being confined in Oldtown since she was born. The girl who finally saw the vast world beyond the castle walls. More interesting than all the books in the Citadel library that are often visited. It is truly an honor to stay in the castle of The Red Keep and visit the historic corners described in the records.

Argent wore an emerald green dress that she always wore when attending a meeting. This time, it was a new item that Otto had prepared for Argent to wear during the tournament. Of course, it is not just a welcome gift, more than anyone, Argent is aware that she is being offered to the rulers of various noble families. As a trader who expects profit, Otto will consider it thoroughly. Will they be useful to him or just a burden that needs to be discarded. Otto would evaluate it slowly.

The green dress is very beautiful with strands of gold thread scattered on its surface. The outfit was already too extravagant if Argent continued to wear the necklace with the large green gem as well. She took off her other jewelry, replacing it with something smaller.

The reflection on the surface of the large mirror was so eye-catching that anyone who saw it would surely be mesmerized. However, the face of the owner of this body did not look as luxurious as the clothes she was wearing. Her face looked sad when she was confronted with reality again. While forcing a smile, Argent whispered to herself, "I must not be afraid. Because fear will surely destroy you. I will face my fear, feel my fear. Once it's over, I will be stronger. I must not be afraid." The sentence was repeated several times as if she were chanting a prayer for the gods to hear.

Argent heard several knocks on the open door of her room, where her father stood, seemingly mesmerized by his daughter's presence. The saying is indeed true, he is always right. That face was exactly the same as the one Otto had seen when he first met Alyrie. Of course, a face is an important asset for girls, but what truly made Otto agree to marry Alyrie was her intelligence. What's the use of a beautiful head if it's empty? What's the point of keeping a girl who is pleasant to look at but cannot hold a conversation?

Otto ordered the servants to leave, leaving his eldest daughter alone inside. Slowly, Otto entered while gazing at his daughter, who had apparently grown up. "You look just like your mother when we first met, my dear."

Argent shook her head as she listened to her father. "No, Father, Alicent looks the most like Mother."

 "You heard what I said, you look like your mother."

"Yes, Father."

 Otto took his daughter's hands, which were clasped together. The fingers felt a bit rough, perhaps because Argent had been writing too much in Oldtown. "You are as beautiful as your mother was when she was young, my dear," he said as he finally kissed the back of the girl's hand. "I hope we have plenty of time to hear your stories from Oldtown, sweet child."

"Yes, Father."

"I hope you won't disappoint me." Hearing that command, Argent held back the sadness that was slowly creeping to the surface. "Don't wear your mother's perfume, wear the fruity one your brother gave you."

"Yes, Father. As you wish."

"Good"

Otto stroked the back of his daughter's hand once more, brushing away the sad and possibly tearful face. "Don't be too sad, I will choose the best partner for you."

"The most beneficial for you, you mean." Argent pulled her hand away from her father's grip. Her body turned away from the old man who had not moved from his spot.

"I will let you prepare."

Argent did not want to hear her father's words anymore. She had turned her back because she didn't want to hear any words coming out of his mouth. She has had enough of giving up her freedom to live under their uncle's care. Letting Argent do all the household management work instead of sharing it and learning gradually. Although she still had various privileges, they were never comparable. Not long after, Alicent's voice was heard from behind, the girl must have just arrived after finishing her preparations to attend the tournament.

But Argent did not pay attention to her father, who even said goodbye. Her back remained turned instead of her face, which chose to look out the window. To the carriages that began to arrive, accompanied by the noise of the procession following the rulers of the great houses. Until then, Alicent hugged her from behind, "I hope I can help lighten your burden, sister."

"You don't need to trouble yourself with that, my sister."

 "Well, maybe I can help you with something else."

Argent looked at her sister after they released the warm embrace. "Something else?"

"Yes, I see you haven't styled your hair yet, let me style it for you."

"Wow, I didn't know you had such a skill."

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Everyone had gathered in the courtyard prepared for the grand tournament. The plan for the celebration to welcome the son who might become the heir to the Iron Throne and the protector of the realm. His birth will surely be met with a grand celebration from all corners of the realm. Besides the king's heir, who is his brother, everyone is worried that he might bring destruction instead of the prosperity that has been brought since the reign of King Jaehaerys. Viserys, who eventually ascended the throne, bears the burden of maintaining the kingdom on his shoulders. Striving as hard as possible to maintain this peace for a long future.

Viserys stood to give a speech to all the knights and lords from the great houses across Westeros who had accepted the invitation to participate in the Heir's Tournament. The warm welcome received enthusiastic cheers from all the people present. In the middle of the speech, Rhaenyra finally arrived at the event, taking her place next to Alicent on the same dais occupied by the council members.

Aside from the unpleasant turmoil of sadness, Argent was pleased to see the most important and influential people so close. Being under the same tribune as them.

 In the front row, the sons and daughters of the royal council, such as Alicent and Argent, were seated opposite their father's chair. In the second row, the council members were seated, followed by the heads of the great houses. Everyone rejoiced at the birth of the son that the king had longed for.

 "I know many have come from afar for this tournament, but I promise, you will not be disappointed." A snippet of the king's long speech. "When I see all the great knights on this list, I see unmatched individuals in our history."

"This beautiful day is now even more blessed with the news I will share with joy." The king's smile could not be hidden when he said he wanted to share the joyful news. "Queen Aemma has begun to give birth!!"

Instantly, applause and cheers erupted as the king announced the joyful news. he then continued with hope and officially started the heir tournament. "May the Seven's fortune bless the fighters."

The applause did not wane, everyone stood excitedly as a horse entered the arena followed by another horse on the other side. Running gallantly, ready to start the heir's tournament.

Duel in the tournament is conducted using horses that run swiftly while facing knights on the other side. They pointed their lances at each other while defending themselves with shields and armor. Some of them fell to the ground, which slowly became wet with blood. The fallen knight could continue the duel if still able or end it by surrendering. The winning knight could continue by challenging another participating knight.

The duel was won by someone in ordinary armor that actually looked worn out. He bowed to the rulers and then quickly retreated from there. Resting to continue another duel when his turn arrives.

 "Mystery knight?" Rhaenyra asked.

"No, that's Cole from the Stormlands," Alicent replied, standing beside her.

"I've never heard of the Cole clan from the Stormlands," Argent interjected. "Yes, neither have I," Rhaenyra added.

The duel continued, and a knight who seemed to be from the Baratheon family stood before them. The Baratheons were the family of Princess Rhaenys on her mother's side, but calling for support by referring to her as the Queen Who Never Was sounded annoying to Argent's ears. "The Queen Who Should Have Been," she whispered softly, correcting the title.

Princess Rhaenys stood when her name was called, perhaps she was also slightly taken aback by that title. A nickname that was not meant to honor her but to openly insult her. This is what Argent dislikes. About the restrictions on various things just because they are women. Large breasts will not hinder her ability to ride a horse or even her ability to swing a sword. The nickname was a mark of defeat bestowed upon Rhaenys by the people for her cousin, who ultimately ascended the throne instead of her simply because he was a man. But as a queen she was, she remained standing tall on the castle of Driftmark with her lord husband and children. If the opportunity arises, Argent swore she would stand on the battlefield fully equipped with her armor, shield, and sword.

After taking the flower crown from the front table, Rhaenys walked over to her cousin. She placed it on the spear that was pointing upwards. With a smile, she encouraged him, "Good luck, cousin."

"I'll take it if I need it," he replied to Rhaenys.

 The duel continued, and the knight who had previously won was now his opponent. Everything happened quickly as the spear aimed by the knight named Cole struck his solar plexus. Making him fall. This is a sight worth watching for Argent, who was previously furious.

"Karma has been paid in full," Argent whispered.

"Sister," Alicent warned her sister over there.

Rhaenyra shifted slightly to the side, and Ser Harrold, who was not far from the princess, moved closer beside her. They were talking about a knight named Criston Cole who had just taken down two Baratheon sons. The conversation provided some information about who the knight's parents were and how he possessed the skills that impressed several people.

The drum was beaten several times to signal a change in the game. This time, the applause became lively when the flag with the black deer emblem on a golden background was replaced with the flag featuring a three-headed red dragon on a black background. Argent could guess who might be coming and she had prepared for every possibility.

From another direction, the mounted knights walked in. Standing in front of the grand tribune as the event host walked forward. "Prince Daemon of House Targaryen," he said. "The prince of the city will choose his first opponent," he continued.

Alicent grabbed Argent's hand, who was clearly excited beside her. They exchanged smiles as the person in question cleared a path to the playing area.

And from the opposite direction, the knight approached. Running fast in front of the waiting participants. Daemon wore black armor with a touch of red on some sides. He entered carrying a large spear and a shield with a three-headed red dragon emblem on its surface. His pace slowed as he approached his opponents, considering who he would choose as his first adversary.

It wasn't such an extraordinary spectacle because the prince merely rode in and entered the arena. However, perhaps because he was Daemon, Argent also became nervous watching from the stands. She even accidentally squeezed Alicent's fingers that were holding her hand. Making her younger sister turn and smile teasingly. "Nervous, huh?"

"No," she denied.

Daemon finally chose an opponent after he observed all the knights lined up in front. His gaze was always condescending as usual, and then he pointed at Gwayne as the first opponent. Making Argent a little worried that her brother might get seriously hurt.

"Prince Daemon Targaryen has chosen Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, the eldest son of the Hand of the King, for his first challenge," the guide said.

Soon, Daemon moved to his place, and Gwayne also headed to the other side. This one-on-one duel wouldn't be so thrilling if the chosen opponent weren't Gwayne and the chooser weren't Daemon. But here they are. Facing each other in the war game area. Tension arose around them. Not only in the arena where the game takes place, but also in the second row seats above the stands. There, Otto and Viserys sat side by side, with Viserys looking very proud of Daemon's choice and Otto not very pleased because his son might lose badly in the fight.

 Alicent bit her fingers, causing Argent and Rhaenyra, who were beside her, to turn towards her simultaneously. Besides Argent, Rhaenyra's position was also less than favorable. She would clearly wish her uncle good luck, but perhaps she wouldn't be able to show it too much because the one there is also her friend's brother. Rhaenyra could only calm her friend by holding her hand during the fight.

 Daemon's eyes swept across the entire stands, searching for someone he had sworn to defeat. From where he stood, he stared at Otto with a grin as if to say that he had to see how Daemon would bring down his son in the first attack. Then the gaze shifted to the young girl sitting among the sons and daughters of the council members in the front row. Not signaling anything, he just smiled mischievously at her. That gaze might not have been noticed by Argent due to her position, but it was clearly caught by Otto, who was right behind her.

The incident happened very quickly. moments after the game really started. Daemon and Gwayne ran swiftly towards each other.  The first attack did not immediately knock him down because Daemon's spear broke upon hitting Gwayne's armor. But in the second round, Gwayne seemed not to predict that the spear would not be aimed at him but at the horse's leg, causing him to fall there immediately.

Alicent let out a quiet scream upon seeing it, while Argent simply sighed in relief. She had indeed predicted that Gwayne would lose, so she was grateful that fortunately, her brother would not be seriously injured. Maybe his joints will hurt tomorrow, but Gwayne will surely be able to handle it. Argent saw her sister looking at their father behind them as if asking whether he would be okay, and he was only answered with a nod from their father.

Their little sister was indeed gentle and a bit timid, so she must have been worried after seeing that. "Calm down, Alicent, our brother is a valiant knight," said Argent before they rose to approach Daemon, who was smiling triumphantly in front of the stands.

"Very impressive, Uncle," Rhaenyra smiled, congratulating her uncle.

"Thank you, Princess."

Argent, who had been following Rhaenyra's movements, finally reached the barrier in front of them. Staring at the prince who still held his smug smile. The prince's attention quickly shifted to the young girl in her emerald green dress.

"I am confident I can win this match, Lady Argent. I hope for having your favor to ensure that," he said.

Argent tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows raising a bit as she heard the arrogant words from the prince who had stolen her heart. Argent stepped back slowly to take the bouquet of flowers in front of the small table near their chairs. Her slightly bowed body accidentally met the gaze of her father, who looked very displeased with her actions. But Argent had been disappointed several times, and she would not be surprised if her father disappointed her once again this time. Argent finally returned to the previous place with her hand now holding a bouquet.

Argent placed the bouquet on the spear that was directed at her. Her smile widened slightly as she expressed her support to the prince. "May all fortune always be with you, my Prince."

The tournament continued with matches between other knights. Something quite terrible happened to the knight from House Arryn of The Vale. But they moved on to the next battle between Prince Daemon and Criston Cole. Perhaps Daemon was too full of himself to remember that someone might bring him down from the top. He surely did not expect that the poor knight with his tattered shield and unknown family name would make him surrender to save his life. A downfall that was never expected from a mighty dragon-riding knight. And perhaps a downfall for his entire family.

Criston, who won the tournament, received a blessing from the princess. With this, the match finally ended, but news of the tragedy soon enveloped the entire kingdom. The members of the council who were seated in their chairs immediately rose and left the area, the news of the queen's death during childbirth quickly spread. Making Argent and Alicent look at Rhaenyra simultaneously.

That was indeed shocking news, and the princess was too stunned to react in any way. She ignored everyone's gaze and just stared ahead, full of emptiness.

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The news of mourning quickly spread throughout the realm. The news of the queen's loss due to that impossible birth became the cause of her death. No. The original story is much more horrifying. The queen was a mother who could not possibly give birth to her son under normal circumstances, the baby was breech, which was the reason why the birth was impossible to carry out. In the most difficult situation, the maesters could not decide on their own. They have tried their best. Trying to find the most likely method to deliver the baby and save the mother. But it was still impossible.

The summoned king looked unable to bear seeing his wife struggling. She struggled alone to deliver their baby. When the maester explained her condition, the king was unable to choose between them. The baby or the wife. The baby born without a mother, or the mother saved without her baby. Ah no, this is the most impossible condition. Both cannot be saved with the limitations of human ability. No magic could save either of them, only one. And Viserys silently asked, "Can you save the baby?"

"Yes, my king."

The result was that they still couldn't save either of them. Their baby couldn't survive for more than a few hours. When everyone was busy taking care of the blood-soaked queen's corpse. They had to divide the tasks because the baby they tried to save ultimately could not survive. The procession ended with their burial.

All the lords from the great houses of Westeros gathered at Rhaenys Hill, including the council members and their sons and daughters. One of them in the front row, Argent and Alicent stood side by side with their father who was not far from there.

Princess Rhaenyra stood in front of a pile of wood on which lay the bodies of her mother and brother. This girl is clearly saddened by the loss of both. She has already lost four of her siblings, and now her mother is gone too.

Rhaenyra’s eyes gazed far ahead, but they were so empty. She didn't see anyone, she didn't want to pay attention to anyone. Everyone is waiting for her, waiting for the dragon to breathe fire. This is the funeral tradition for the Targaryen family. But there was no movement from the princess. At least until her uncle behind her gave her a little signal.

They were discussing something in a language unknown to anyone else, only by them, the Targaryens or dragon riders. Others refer to it as the Old Valyrian. For a moment, the princess looked at her father's face, but he continued to gaze ahead aimlessly. Making the princess, who was already filled with sorrow, a little angry at her father's indifference towards her.

In this world, it's not just him who has lost, but Rhaenyra as well. She lost a mother whom she loved so much. At that moment, the command came out of her mouth to the dragon.

"Dracarys!"

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Chapter 3. The Rouge Prince

Pairing with Daemon Targaryen

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Sumarry: Although the unpleasant incident had just occurred when Prince Daemon executed the prisoners without a fair trial, the tournament planned by the king continued as if nothing had happened. That morning, while preparing to attend the tournament, Argent got ready in her room, assisted by her sister who was becoming increasingly skilled at hairstyling. Argent imagined that her sister's daughter would surely be beautiful because their mother was good at styling hair. They went out together and sat side by side in the stands. When the tournament finally began, Prince Daemon, representing the Targaryens, received a very warm welcome from all the spectators who had come. His charming entrance made Argent almost struggle to breathe, causing her to unconsciously squeeze her sister's fingers.

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Moments after they left the Barracks of the Golden Cloaks, the shameless whispers became louder. Loud enough for Argent to finally learn about the commotion she had heard last night. The commotion that Argent thought was just the knights undergoing punishment was actually the execution of prisoners without a fair trial.

"What does that mean?" Argent whispered to her sister.

Alicent actually didn't want to talk about it, but her sister's curious face forced her to explain. "If you heard the commotion that happened last night. It was the knights in golden cloaks who executed the prisoners. You might be a bit aware if you see how Prince Daemon looks quite disheveled, as if he just returned from the battlefield."

"So you mean, last night?"

 Alicent nodded, listening to her sister wanting to clarify. "Yes, now that's enough, let's talk about something else."

"Isn't that going to bring bad omen? I mean, the queen is currently pregnant and the tournament to celebrate the birth will be held tomorrow, isn't that action reckless?"

"Well, what can you expect from the Targaryens? Haven't you heard the saying that when a Targaryen is born, the god will toss a coin, determining whether they will become someone as perfect as a god or as terrifying as a devil?"

"Wow, a history-loving student, huh?"

"I'm just following you, sister."

Argent and Alicent giggled together as they finally continued their journey. This time, the destination was the front gate where they had previously parted ways with Rhaenyra. Since it was already quite late, the girl might have returned. They both greeted Rhaenyra, who had just stepped out of the carriage at the front gate, she had just returned from the Dragonpit after taking her dragon for a ride. Occasionally, the princess would approach her dragon just to greet it or take it flying across the clouds to welcome the strong winds. The satisfying feeling that Rhaenyra longed to share with Alicent if only the girl would ride the dragon with her. They need not worry because Syrax has grown into a large dragon, more than enough to carry two people if only Alicent would agree.

They gathered there again. The three of them walked in unison through all the rooms. Argent thought they would go to the Godswood as initially planned, but it seems it will be postponed. As they ventured deeper into the Castle, Argent halted on the stairs, causing the two other girls to stop. "Where are we going?"

Alicent and Rhaenyra agreed to smile at Argent's innocent question, who seemed a bit afraid that she might be being presumptuous. However, Alicent reassured her sister that they would be visiting Queen Emma in her private chamber.

"Is it allowed?" Argent stopped their journey once again.

"Of course it is, we always come to visit my mother, so don't worry, Lady Argent."

"Just Argent, princess."

The three of them walked again, now stepping down the remaining stairs amidst the bustling workers busy with their tasks. Passing through the corridor guarded by the knights. Whether it is always busy on ordinary days or because the queen's pregnancy is nearing its end. That is why, in order to honor and celebrate the birth of the crown prince or princess, the king is holding a tournament and a birth celebration that is planned to be held for seven nights to come. Indeed, the grand celebration in the capital of the seven kingdoms has a different scale.

The queen's private chamber was quite bustling with servants coming and going, keeping watch and ready to provide anything the queen might need. Inside, there is also the Grand Maester busy with something that Argent does not know because she did not receive formal permission to study at the Citadel. The three of them got closer to the open door, where Rhaenyra's grip on Argent's arm loosened. She walked closer to her mother, who looked distressed with her swollen belly.

"Rhaenyra," the queen greeted as her only daughter entered, accompanied by two people beside her. "You know I don't like it when you fly when i’m in this condition." The queen voiced her protest, surely she knew exactly where her daughter was coming from.

For anyone who may have never crossed paths with the dragon riders from the Targaryen family, they might not notice it. As Argent also had not realized until the queen raised her protest. Indeed, dragons have a distinctive smell like smoke and a bit of dust, perhaps also a hint of burnt flesh. Those who have just returned from the Dragonpit or perhaps just returned from their tour with their dragons will immediately catch that characteristic aroma.

Rahenyra stopped not far from the door, leaving Argent and Alicent behind her. "You don't like me flying in any condition," she said to Queen Emma, who protested against her.

The Queen could no longer argue anything. As a fellow Targaryen, she understood very well that the dragon riders could not be calmed by any means. Because fundamentally, dragons could never be tamed. They stand at the top of the food chain as the fiercest predators, capable of destroying the realm in a single night. Giving a sense of such profound pride. For a moment, Queen Emma noticed someone she did not recognize at all. A girl standing behind Rhaenyra with Alicent, who was still holding onto that person.

"Your Grace," Argent and Alicent greeted the queen simultaneously, making her smile widen.

"It seems like you're new here, what's your name?"

All eyes were on Argent, who remained in her place. The question was clearly directed at her, so she slightly bowed before stating her name. "Lady Argent Hightower, your grace."

"Good Morrow, Lady Argent."

Rhaenyra approached her mother who was sitting on the sofa, her large belly making her position quite uncomfortable, forcing her to lean back. From the princess's eyes, a deep sadness radiated at seeing her mother back in this position. Clearly, Rhaenyra knew that this was not the first time since her birth or even the death of her siblings. However, the demands of the realm forced the queen to continue bearing children, ensuring an heir to sit on the throne and rule the Seven Kingdoms. Who was she to refuse? Clearly, she had made up her mind when her parents married her to Viserys. To be the queen who stood by her husband when Viserys finally ascended the throne.

"Did you sleep well?" Rhaenyra asked gently to her mother.

"I slept."

"For how long?"

"I don't need mothering, Rhaenyra."

Rhaenyra was displeased to hear her mother's words, which seemed to show little concern for her condition. Rhaenyra sat not far from the queen's sofa, leaning back. She was truly ready to protest her indifference. "You are here, surrounded by servants, and everyone is only focused on the baby." Someone clearly needs to pay attention to you too."

Queen Aemma stopped the movement of her hand that was fanning herself there. She adjusted her position with difficulty due to the baby in her womb. Her eyes were still focused on the princess who had grown up. "You will lie here soon, Rhaenyra," said the queen moments after she finally found a comfortable position. "This comfort is how we serve the realm," the queen continued to her daughter.

"I choose to serve as a knight and fight with honor."

Only laughter was heard from the queen's lips. Clearly, it is a very unpleasant condition. It is very ironic how she refers to it as comfort and her way of serving the realm, or punishment. No one visits death more often than the woman who has to bear offspring. If you succeed once, your suffering will not end there. Every time since the first time your bleeding started, that's when everyone will only see you as a factory for producing offspring. Sad. Argent stroked Alicent's hand that was still resting there. They exchanged glances, watching the mother and child in front of them. Sad to hear how the words spoken earlier were the opposite of what everyone saw.

For a while longer, they remained in their positions. Still with Alicent and Argent sitting next to each other. Still with Rhaenyra showering her mother with light conversations, hoping her presence could bring a glimmer of happiness. That scene reminded Argent of her mother's face just moments before death came to claim her. Her face was still as beautiful even though it looked pale, her brown hair was still as soft even though it looked a bit dull, and her body was still as lovely even though it was slowly withering. Her soul still shines so brightly even though her body is slowly wilting. Although very sad because she had to lose her mother, Argent was somewhat grateful because she no longer felt pain. At least that's what Argent could think of when she missed her mother.

"We have the royal womb, you and I." The Queen said as her eyes closely observed her daughter. Sooner or later, they will surely face their destiny as the role assigned to us when we become women. "Giving birth is our battlefield. We must do it in silence."

The queen's words surely left a wound on her little girl who had slowly grown up. Although she might survive, her time may no longer be plentiful. In her heart, Queen Aemma surely wants to see her beloved daughter grow into an adult woman. Marrying a lord who could eventually win her daughter's heart, perhaps if time allows, the Queen would certainly want to see her grandchildren in the future. Children with white hair running adorably through the castle corridors during the day. Or the ear-piercing cries that kept them awake all night.

"I love you, my sister." Argent whispered to Alicent beside her. Making the younger sister turn and respond with the same words. "I love you too, sister."

In this world full of deceit, they only have each other to trust. Perhaps their father was just as precious, but life in King's Landing has slowly changed him without his children noticing. At least for now, everything still feels the same as it did in the past when they were in Oldtown.

With great effort, the queen extended her hand to her daughter, hoping she could wipe that face. "Take a bath, you stink like a dragon."

Rhaenyra nodded upon hearing her mother's request. She held on for a moment longer until finally rising from her seat. Rhaenyra approached her mother to give a light kiss, then she went to the two girls who were still faithfully standing by, accompanying her to visit their mother.

They took the same path before finally parting ways at the crossroads. Rhaenyra walked towards the Small Council to greet her father while the other two siblings went their separate ways. Argent had mentioned that Alicent didn't need to cling to her all the time, but her younger sister seemed to want to linger with her beloved sister, so she let it be.

Since her arrival, Argent hadn't greeted Gwayne. They must be busy at their camp preparing for the tournament that will be held tomorrow. "You haven't greeted Gwayne, have you?" Argent started the conversation after they were finally left alone.

Alicent shook her head, "I only saw him with you yesterday."

"Do you want to go greet him?"

"Of course."

The Hightower family camp is located in a spacious courtyard along with families from other great houses. They gathered and set up large tents, each with a distinctive style that strongly reflected their individual identities. But the purpose this time is not a lesson about the families from the big house or their family members, this time, the purpose is a reunion with beloved siblings who were separated shortly after they arrived.

The Hightower family's tent looms quite high with its distinctive green surface. The armor of the knights and the servants who arrived also had matching colors. Argent immediately dismounted from his horse, handed it over to the guard, and then went to help her sister. Actually, Alicent protested because she was not used to riding horses, but in the end, she still complied with her sister's request.

The knights that Argent saw looked at them unabashedly, making Argent wonder about the unusual treatment. She then saw Alicent standing, and this was the true answer to that behavior. Of course, anyone would be captivated by her sister's beauty, everyone says she is the perfect image of their mother.

"Wow, you steal everyone's heart, dear sister. Who among them are interesting for you?" Argent teased her younger sister, who now looked down in embarrassment.

"No, as a lady I must maintain my purity."

"What? I only said you attract attention, not that you should take them to your room."

"Good morrow, ladies."

The two girls immediately turned around upon hearing someone's voice from behind. Argent was not too surprised to see that figure, but her little sister was a bit startled. Alicent hugged her brother, whom she hadn't seen in a long time. They shared the warmth that they both missed. The warmth of childhood that always brings comfort. Argent just smiled at it. Actually, they wouldn't be like this if they were still living together in Oldtown. Because just like the older siblings, they would enjoy teasing their easily angered and sulky younger sibling. Gwayne was even scolded by Otto for almost always making Alicent cry when they played together.

The touching reunion continued with enjoyable light conversation. Telling each other stories to catch up after being apart for too long. Argent followed them from behind, it was indeed a touching reunion and she seemed not to want to disturb the moment between the two siblings.

Argent's attention was slowly diverted when she heard a scream that sounded like a whistle. The presence that actually captured everyone's attention. Argent, who was looking at her brother, signaled that she wanted to take a short walk. Without waiting for her brother’s response, she  approach the horse she had previously ridden to the campsite. Although she didn't know where she should step, she continued her steps without looking back.

Argent began to enter the forest, she might as well turn back because she would surely get lost if she went deeper in. But she still wanted to continue, she wanted to know what sound she had heard earlier.

For quite a while, Argent led her horse into the forest. Until the sunlight was slightly blocked by the tall, dense trees. Argent really wanted to continue the journey, but she felt that her safety was more important now. With a hint of regret, she turned her horse back along the path dhe had previously taken, only to be startled by someone blocking the way ahead.

Argent's heart was pounding so hard, so hard that she felt it might jump out. Her voice also sounded so loud in her ears that she was afraid the person in front of her might hear and laugh at her.

The person is the perpetrator of the theft of Argent's heart. Someone who came out of nowhere and took her heart without Argent realizing it. A face that made Argent struggle to swallow her saliva, to the point where she might choke because she was so nervous. Once again, those violet eyes gazed at her. With the same glimmer that could drown her at any moment, Prince Daemon Targaryen stood before her.

"My Prince," greeted Argent, remaining on her horse.

"Very interesting, are you lost, My Lady?"

"No, My Prince, I was just taking a walk."

"Without guards? Indeed, a brave girl." He said as he looked at Argent once more. "Or maybe bold?"

The last sentence surprised Argent, who was still on her horse. "Pardon me, My Prince ?

"Are you stalking me?"

Argent couldn't believe what she had just heard. She looked at Daemon with a disbelieving gaze at the insult that had just been thrown at her. "As I said before, My Prince, I was just taking a stroll."

"I can see that."

"Good, now, excuse me."

Daemon had no intention of letting his prey go this time. not without significant resistance. His pride must be radiating all around him. Daemon could see it from how the girl in front of him slowly backed her horse as he approached.

Daemon kept doing that until he suddenly pulled the large black horse that the girl was riding, startling the horse and throwing Argent upwards. Argent was very surprised, she truly thought she would die from a broken neck due to falling off the horse. Fortunately, Daemon immediately caught the girl who was about to touch the slightly rocky ground below, abandoned by the horse that quickly ran away from them.

"I've got you," he said.

Argent trembled with fear as she was thrown into the air, she truly thought she must be dead when she closed her eyes. The fear accompanied by panic made her unaware of where she was. Her body, still trembling, dulled all her senses. She was truly still unconscious until Daemon's voice, lulling with the same sentence, finally reached her ears.

"I've got you, I've got you, I've got you."

"You're safe, you're with me."

Daemon might have been just as surprised when his intention to play around ended up scaring her. He held the girl who was shivering on his lap in his embrace. Reciting the same sentence until the girl finally opened her eyes. Their irises collided for a moment afterward. Making Argent suddenly shiver and immediately rise from that lap.

Argent was certainly at a loss. She didn't know which part she should be worried about. Her weak body, disheveled clothes and hair, or perhaps her still racing heart. She was so panicked that she did everything in a rush. Making the prince chuckle lightly at the very obvious emotions in her heart.

That light chuckle immediately brought Argent back to reality. The same face with different expressions. This is too much. In one day, Argent had seen three different expressions from the man who stole her heart that same day. From the fierce face, the smug face, and now the one laughing lightly. Of the three, Argent clearly prefers the last one. Because it made his face look so perfectly handsome. Honestly, Daemon was far more stunning compared to when they accidentally crossed paths at The Red Keep earlier.

"Beautiful," Argent said without realizing it. Argent was daydreaming until she didn't realize that the sentence had slipped out of her mouth, not just in her heart.

Daemon slowly stopped laughing, and he also replied to that statement. "Yes, beautiful, indeed."

"Huh?"

His smile now widened for a moment before he turned to the side. Among the lush trees, a dragon with a long head stood there. Colored a dark red that still looked bright under the slightly slanting sunlight. Argent was very captivated by the wild beast full of magical energy. She was left gaping at the animal she only knew from history books. "Yes, she is beautiful."

"No, he is male. His name is Caraxes."

"Oh"

Argent's gaze returned to the dragon, who was still looking at them with a confused expression. Or perhaps a question to Daemon about whether he would give the order to burn the girl nearby.

"We haven't been introduced, have we? What's your name?"

Argent shifted her gaze from the large dragon in front of her to Daemon beside her now. "Argent Hightower, my Prince."

"Another Hightower," he said.

"I can see that look of your face around my father. You really hate him, don't you? So maybe you could just start ignoring me for now. And maybe excuse me"

"I do hate your father. But that has nothing to do with you, right?"

"I don't know, that's up to you, My Prince."

"Hmm, yes, that's true."

They stared at each other for a moment, or more precisely, Argent was being scrutinized closely. As if ensuring that Daemon might actually command Caraxes to burn the girl right then and there. But what was in the mind behind that white-haired head was clearly far from any bad thoughts. Daemon could not deny that this girl was very beautiful, and he would not mind watching her all day. Moreover, her body shape is clearly very proportional. Not too big but not too small. Daemon felt it would fit perfectly in his hand. Well, he wasn't lying when he said he felt a slight sting when he hugged the girl to calm her down earlier. It was a pleasant feeling but somewhat disturbing.

"It's almost late, do you want to go back?"

Argent nodded, "Yes, but I don't know the way."

"So you're really lost?"

"It seems so."

Daemon chuckled softly, then extended his hand. "Come," he said.

"Where would you take me?"

"Back to The Red Keep."

"How?"

Daemon looked at his dragon and Argent alternately as if he were answering the girl's question about how they would get back to The Red Keep.

"With your dragon?"

"Yes, do you really want to walk from here? Well, it's no problem if that's your choice. But maybe Otto would be in a panic if his daughter went missing, right?”

That's true. Argent just arrived but has already made a mistake. Moreover, the day was getting late, so she clearly had no choice but to accept the hand that Daemon extended to her. Argent reassured her heart that this was only for her safety.

"Hold on tight."

Night had truly fallen when Argent arrived at Middle Bailey with Daemon by her side. Their presence drew everyone's gaze towards them. A gaze full of questions that feels rather unpleasant. Unlike Argent, Daemon was not disturbed by it, he was already very accustomed to all kinds of stares directed at him.

With a sense of satisfaction upon seeing Otto's angry face next to Viserys, Daemon stepped ahead of Argent, who was still frozen in place. Parting the crowd towards his room in the same building as the rest of his family. Only then did her worried sister come rushing over.

"Daemon?" she whispered softly to Argent.

"I didn't really approach him. As I said earlier, I wanted to take a walk and accidentally ran towards him."

"Father was very angry, we even conducted a search before I returned."

"Omg, I'm so sorry."

The commotion ended after Argent bowed deeply and repeatedly apologized. She apologized to the king, who had even gone through the trouble of gathering everyone in Middle Bailey. Especially to her father, who seemed so disappointed.

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They are lovely🥹aegon looks so cute with his tiny crown😭i really hope their story has a great ending but its just a story, a history to be sure🥲🥲

The Green siblings - Art by Jellyrab8

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Chapter 2. The Golden Cloak

Pairing with Daemon Targaryen

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Sumarry: Argent has just arrived in King's Landing after a very long and exhausting journey. She never imagined that the journey by carriage would be so long, and the fatigue was almost the same as those who traveled by horse. Exhausted Argent fell asleep comfortably in the chamber that had been prepared. In the morning, Argent felt so refreshed and ready to accept her sister's invitation to tour the castle. They walked randomly back and forth with Alicent, who explained everything meticulously. After a while, they finally started chatting, and both were surprised to see someone with white hair walking past them, oblivious to the gazes around him. There, for the first time, Argent saw the Prince who was rumored with all the scandals and titles behind his name. There, shameless lips also whispered very softly about the terrible incident that happened last night. About the knights in golden cloaks.

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Argent greeted those standing in front of her. A formal greeting full of honor to the princess who troubled herself to welcome someone she didn't even know. Since her arrival, since the carriage bringing her sister from Oldtown arrived, Alicent has been trying hard not to run and hug her sister tightly. Alicent tried to hold back her excitement, also to hold back her tears because she hadn't seen her beloved older sister in a long time. At least the wait ended soon, those serene eyes gazed at her gently. Argent, whom she hadn't seen in a long time since they parted ways because their father was ordered to move to King's Landing, embraced her. Both welcomed the warm embrace full of longing. Unable to hold back her tears, Alicent sobbed, feeling the warmth of the embrace she had longed for. The embrace that always comforted her when she was scared during the occasional storms.

 Argent chuckled softly, she was also so moved that she welcomed the tears. The first meeting after their 10-year separation. Both have grown into adults. Both carry the distinctive traits of their mother, who is famously beautiful in the Oldtown. "How was your day, little girl? Do you still often cry during storms?" the older sister asked amidst the tears she had been struggling to hold back.

Alicent chuckled softly upon hearing it. She couldn't answer the question because her sobs would take over before her voice could be heard, Alicent responded by hugging her sister tighter. At least that's what everyone saw for some time to come. A touching reunion between two siblings who had been separated for a long time without ever sending a letter. Not because they didn't want to, but because they simply didn't have the time.

Until finally, Otto's cough made his two daughters realize that they had been hugging for too long. Alicent slowly released her embrace, also wiping her face which had become a bit messy due to tears and bothersome snot. Making Argent chuckle again as she wiped her sister's still-flowing tears while saying, "You look very ugly, my sister."

"Hahaha, not much different from you, sister."

 Argent bowed politely to Rhaenyra, who was still standing in her place. Her face looked melancholic seeing the reunion of the two siblings, making her hold back a bit of jealousy because she had no siblings at all. Making her very grateful for Alicent's presence when they first met at the Keep after her father ascended the throne, so she wouldn't suffer too much from the loneliness she felt.

"Forgive my audacity in disregarding your presence, princess." Argent bowed once more. Her voice trembled slightly at the sight of someone so beautiful standing before her. A face that was completely different from all of them from across Westeros. The princess's irises looked very bright and mysterious, making Argent feel as if she was immediately engulfed in that beauty when she accidentally gazed directly into the Princess eyes.

The princess's smile was so charming, "It's no problem, this is your long-awaited reunion. Actually, I am the one who should apologize for insisting on joining to welcome the arrival of my friend's sister whom I have never met. But honestly, I am quite accustomed to your name, Lady Argent. "

“Is that so? Is this little sister of mine who told you, Princess?"

"Yes, she often talks about it. Maybe she talks about you more than herself."

 Argent smiled mischievously at her younger sister. "Someone seems to miss me a lot."

"Don't flatter yourself, sister. I don't talk about you that often, just occasionally."

 This girl denied it by giving her sister a completely false answer. But it didn't work because Rhaenyra gave a different answer to Argent, exposing her friend's lie at the same time. "Every day, Alicent. I hear it every day."

 "Rhaenyra!" Alicent let out a small shriek, protesting because her friend had just revealed their secret.

Once again, laughter erupted between them, making the fatigue felt in Argent's body down to her bones seem as if it had just evaporated along with the warm air of King's Landing that she had just experienced. A very new atmosphere but felt quite familiar. Maybe because faintly, Argent could hear the sound of the waves. In the Old Town, the waves do not crash loudly, but the dance of the water's surface can be heard when visiting the beach.

While watching the two friends still engaged in a light debate, Argent's attention was drawn to her father, who still wore the same smile she had known for a long time. The smile that was always given when Argent made progress while they still lived together in the Old Town. "Father," Argent said it once more.

 "You must be tired after the long journey, do you want to come in now?" he said. The words that finally stopped the childish argument between the two friends nearby. The invitation was met with a nod from Argent, who was standing in front of them.

Before completely leaving the front yard, Argent looked around once more. giving her a reminder that this is where she will live from now on, so she wanted to get used to it. The father led the way, while Alicent and Rhaenyra were between Argent, holding her hand. This small gesture looked very sweet. It feels almost the same as when they returned to their childhood in Oldtown. The only difference is that Rhaenyra is imitating Alicent.

“It feels like I have a little sister again, so sweet.”

“I would be very happy to have an older sister like you, Lady Argent,” said Rhaenyra, equally enthusiastic as Alicent on the other side.

“You are welcome to be my little sister, Princess.”

“Just Rhaenyra.”

“Rhaenyra.”

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All the items that Argent brought have been placed in the room that has been prepared for her. The place is not too far from her sister's and father's. Perhaps the royal family was too kind to them, preparing a room with a large window for the bedchamber that would belong to Argent. Although it may not be as spacious as her room in the Oldtown Argent is still grateful for the service provided to them. Even her father hired three servants to prepare everything Argent might need during her stay, who would occasionally come in to add some supplies like flower arrangements and light candles.

In her new room, Argent gazed at all the furniture inside. A bed that is too big for one person, a chair that looks quite luxurious complete with a table and sofa inside. There is a large wardrobe and a dressing table with a big mirror on top of it. Previously, Argent had requested her father to prepare a large, long mirror that stood near the window. The surface is very clean, it looks like this large mirror is a new item. The rest is nothing too special. The color of the curtains and sheets might be almost the same as her in Oldtown. However, there was no family emblem at the top on the wall near the bed, replaced by a rather large banner depicting a three-headed dragon.

"Very interesting."

Argent walked towards the sofa in front of her bed, her hand reaching for a box inside another box. Inside, there were several small gifts she had prepared to give to Alicent and Rhaenyra as souvenirs from Oldtown. Maybe a greeting or perhaps a gesture of gratitude for being good friends with her sister.

A knock was heard from the open door, where Alicent stood, seemingly just returned from a place whose name Argent did not yet know. Argent invited her sister in while handing over the small box she was holding. With pleasure, Alicent accepted the gift. It wasn't the shape that made her happy, but it was given by her sister she loved the most, so she wouldn't refuse. Alicent sat beside her sister, gazing at her face before opening the gift box as if seeking permission.

Argent was very familiar with that expression. While holding back a smile so it wouldn't spread too wide, she nodded, inviting her sweet little sister to open the small gift she had brought with her from Oldtown. "Go ahead."

Those brown eyes sparkled as she opened the lid of the box. Showing the gift inside. A necklace made of pearls and beautiful shells was found inside. The face looked at her sister with joy when she took it. "Sis, this is so beautiful."

"Really? Thank goodness it matches your taste. I made it on the way here. Too bored that I made another one similar to yours. Will the Princess accept it?"

Alicent nodded, "Of course, Rhaenyra is a jewelry collector. She will be happy to receive your gift."

"Really?"

 "Yes."

Argent's hand reached for the necklace that was in Alicent's grasp. She made a gesture as if she wanted Alicent to try on the necklace that Argent had made for her. Immediately, Alicent turned her back to her sister, brushing aside a bit of her hair while removing the necklace with the seven-pointed star pendant she was wearing. After that, Alicent turned to face her sister again. They faced each other, observing the necklace that now rested sweetly on Alicent's slender neck. Argent's head tilted slightly, she then looked at her sister. "I think it doesn't really match your outfit right now. Take it off, you can wear it later."

"No, I will wear it now. Didn't you say that you made this yourself?"

"Yes, that's true, but you don't have to force it, sister."

"Um, no. I'm very happy now."

"That's good to hear."

 Alicent looked at her reflection in the mirror she had taken from her sister's vanity. Her face had not stopped smiling since she welcomed Argent's arrival earlier. "Do you really like it?" Argent asked as he lowered the mirror that Alicent was holding in her hand.

A nod was given once again as an answer, complete with a smile that seemed like it would never fade in the future. Once again, Alicent lifted her mirror to see her reflection wearing the pearl necklace made by her sister especially for her.

"If you're that happy, I might make another one for you. When I was in Oldtown, I happened to meet a goldsmith and asked if I could watch him make jewelry, and he allowed me to. It was actually a long process, but I felt satisfied when the artist completed his work. What he made was Lady Redwyne's order."

"Oldtown is always interesting, isn't it, sis?"

"Yes, that's right. You would be very happy if you had the chance to come."

Alicent's face slowly turned sad as she remembered her hometown in Oldtown. A city bustling with students and everyone she could greet casually. "Is Melisa still there?"

"Yes, of course. her abilities are very satisfying to our aunt. So maybe she will be forced to serve them."

"Hmm, I miss our house. I miss the garden where mother often told stories.”

 Childhood memories replay in the minds of these two sisters. Replaying the image of a shady afternoon in the front yard of the palace where they lived. As the day gradually turned into evening just before dusk arrived, if their mother had some free time after the tea party or the activities of the highborn were over, she would take her daughters for a walk or simply sit in the yard enjoying light snacks while reading a book. Those were sweet memories before an unknown illness, still not identified to this day, took the mother's life. Leaving her young children in the care of their father.

"When the full moon comes, I always go to mother's grave to greet or tell stories. Usually, I would go alone, but occasionally Gwayne would join me."

"I also want to see our mother."

 Argent hugged her sister, gently stroking her long, wavy hair that flowed down. "Yes, if there's a chance, we can go there together."

The two sisters then continued their conversation about various things, such as how Alicent lived her life in King's Landing. About the events she occasionally attended with the princess, which Alicent often declined, claiming she did not fit there. Until they reached light gossip about the highborn in Westeros or even rumors about the lords who often visit the brothels. The conversation was enjoyable until their father, who had just come out of the Small Council, knocked on Argent's open room.

"Hello Father."

"Alicent, let your sister rest. You can talk to her in morrow and show her around if she wants.”

"Yes, Father." Alicent kissed her brother's cheek. "Good night, sister."

Argent noticed a significant change in her sister's expression, which flinched slightly when their father told her to let Argent rest. But Argent didn't want to overthink it, she let it be as her father entered and closed the door behind him.

Whatever was creeping around them, the change had reached the atmosphere around Argent, she felt it. "I want to talk to you about something," his father spoke again.

"Of course, Father."

Otto walked closer to the chair that was nearest to him. He thoroughly enjoyed the passing time while observing the still quite messy room. His eyes scanned almost the entire room, ensuring there was nothing that might disrupt his work. Otto pulled the chair in front of his daughter. His eyes gazed intently at the young girl's face, which he hadn't seen in a very long time. Of course, there were many changes in the girl's appearance, from her face to her body, which was no longer small and adorable as it had been when he had to leave Oldtown to fulfill the king's command.

In his tired-looking eyes, adorned with increasingly prominent wrinkles on that aged face, Otto exhaled before truly beginning the conversation. When he saw her get off the carriage, Otto thought the one who had arrived was his late lady wife, not their daughter. Perhaps everyone who has ever seen Alyrie would say that Alicent is the most perfect duplicate of his late lady wife, but for Otto, Argent is the most perfect representation of his former lady wife. A gentle face full of firmness that is very pleasant to look at for a long time. A body that is not very tall but very proportional. They might be mistaken for twins if Alyrie were still alive.

"Are you satisfied with your room, Argent?"

 His daughter smile widened, "Yes, Father, it's perfect."

"Good."

They both fell silent again, not because of an uncomfortable awkwardness, but because Argent truly didn't know what to say. She was just fiddling with the box containing a gift for Rhaenyra that she was still holding.

"You must know why I called you here. More than anyone else, you are the smartest among my children."

Ah, damn it. Argent nodded in agreement with her father's words. During the journey to King's Landing, Argent had almost completely forgotten the excessive thoughts that had made her angry when she received her father's order to stay there. Now that memory was brought back to hers, making her lower her head again with the same sad expression. "Of course, Father, do you have someone in mind?"

Otto shook his head upon hearing her daughter's question. He was very aware that his daughter would immediately understand his command, just as he mentioned that Argent was the smartest among all her siblings. However, Otto also did not lie when he said that he had not thought of a single name to give his blessing as his daughter's future husband. This order is not just a mere command, but Otto has often heard news that many men have been trying to approach his eldest daughter, and of course, this makes him worried. So Otto kept his daughter close to him, hoping he could hold on a little longer before finding a name that would benefit him and be good enough for his daughter. Maybe in the tournament that will be held, Otto can find a name among the various lords who come to participate as potential husbands for his eldest daughter. "What about you, have you found someone for yourself?"

The girl who was looking down also shook her head. She thought that her arrival in King's Landing was not just an invitation to live together or the bad thought that her father would sell Argent as she had previously thought. It must be a well-thought-out plan because her father must have heard the news about the proposals that were starting to come in to court her, being the eldest daughter of Otto Hightower, who serves as the Hand of the King.

Argent indeed knows almost everyone in Oldtown. She is even close to several young maester candidates who are studying at the Citadel. However, none of them left a significant impression on hers. Especially to the extent of winning her heart. Argent did not feel her heart flutter when she received flowers or small gifts from young gentlemen or ordinary young men in Oldtown.

"Alright then, I will let you rest. Good night, my child." Otto stood up from his seat, approached his daughter to give her a loving kiss before leaving her room. Leaving Argent, who was still bowing, until she heard the door closing and opening alternately.

She might not have realized that her breathing had become so regular that Argent felt she was breathing manually. Argent got up from her seat, walked over to the large window to close the big curtain with the characteristic Targaryen embroidery hanging beside it. Then she took off her clothes and changed into a nightgown before embracing her new mattress, which she hoped would be comfortable. As she had told Gwayne before, her standards were high, not just when it came to men but also the furniture in her room.

Argent had just pulled up her blanket, ready to fall asleep when she heard a sudden commotion in the middle of the night. Argent ignored the commotion because she thought it might be the knights undergoing punishment for breaking their oath. But she became increasingly curious when a similar uproar occurred inside the Red Keep; faintly, Argent heard hurried footsteps from the King's Guards' boots. If only she could overcome the fatigue that was attacking her body, she would surely open the room door to see what was happening there. However, her body was too tired to bother dealing with something that might have nothing to do with her at all.

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A new morning finally dawned in King's Landing, and Argent, who had a comfortable sleep, woke up by herself before the servants. She stood beside her large bed, which turned out to be very comfortable. So satisfied to receive the order to stay, perhaps Argent would not be too sad about being offered to the rulers if the service provided to her met her standards.

The large curtain blocking the sunlight was pushed aside by Argent. The warm air finally came in, creeping through every crack and felt on her skin. "What a good day."

After enjoying the light and morning air of King's Landing, which turned out to be the same as Oldtown, Argent heard the door to her room being knocked on several times from the outside. She replied, saying that she was already awake, inviting them to come in.

"Good morrow, Lady Argent," one of the three servants who entered the room greeted Argent, who was standing not far from the large window.

"Good morrow," Argent replied, still quite awkward with these newcomers. The standing servants began their work. They were so deft in preparing the bathwater and all the necessities like new dresses, jewelry, shoes, and even styling her hair. The three of them looked like they were working hard at their tasks. After dressing Argent, her diligence was replaced by three new people. "I thought only three people were my personal servants, who are you?"

The three of them stopped in front of the door when Argent asked that. Maybe they were afraid of being scolded by Argent because they hadn't had the chance to introduce themselves. However, as Argent is also very perceptive, she still allowed the three of them to enter. Until it was finally calm enough, one of them finally answered Argent's question. "We are also your servants, My Lady, The Hand employed us to clean your room and Lady Alicent's."

Argent nodded in understanding, she was already so fit and tidy. "Alright, thank you for working hard." Before finally leaving, the young lady looked at her reflection in the tall, large mirror beside the big window in her room. Her hand reached for the fragrance she usually wore in Oldtown. After that, the girl really left.

Not long after Argent left, still bewildered, she ran into Alicent and Rhaenyra, who seemed to have just arrived from somewhere. Both of them approached Argent and immediately surrounded her.

"Are you ready to go around, sister?" Alicent linked her arm with her sister's.

The question was answered with a nod, "Of course, take me around when you have some free time."

"Well, of course, but before that, we plan to take Rhaenhyra to the Dragonpit." Alicent explained their first destination.

"Oh, is that so? Of course, I will follow you wherever you go."

"Great, let's get started then," Rhaenyra said, equally excited as her friend.

The long tour began from the outer courtyard to escort Rhaenyra to the carriage that would take her to the Dragonpit. Usually, Alicent would go there too, but since she would be giving a tour to her sister, she did not accompany Rhaenyra. They said their goodbyes as Rhaenyra entered her carriage, promising that they would meet again in the Godswood.

The journey was not too long. They turned to the Small Council, where small meetings were always held to discuss various matters, the place where Otto worked with the other officials. Then walked through the corridors past the Granary and Kitchen adjacent to the Throne Room. They walked side by side, discussing various matters until they finally arrived at the garden, which was also next to the Godswood, the place where they would meet after Rhaenyra returned from the Dragonpit.

 Passing through Godswood, they entered the Middle Bailey. Alicent pointed out several buildings and spaces such as the Tower of The Hand, the small Library, the Sept, and so on. Next, through another door, they walked down the stairs towards the bustling Lower Bailey. There, Alicent also pointed to a building near the outer wall as the Barracks of the Gold Cloaks. Alicent explained that it was a force composed of various types of knights responsible for the security of the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, originally known as The City Watch of King’s Landing.

Argent nodded in understanding at Alicent's lengthy explanation as they walked around The Red Keep. They both observed the surrounding area filled with workers. Some of them were the knights in golden cloaks, as Alicent had mentioned earlier. Their clothing was completely different from the Kingsguard, who always patrolled inside the Keep when Argent observed them. Shee was too busy enjoying the time observing everything around her until she finally became aware of the whispers that gradually became audible. At the same time, her head turned towards the attention of everyone moving.

From the direction of the Barracks of the Gold Cloaks, someone walked with great pride. His head held high, he walked past them all as if they were nothing but disgusting flies buzzing around. Someone with long, somewhat messy white hair. The handsome man's face, with physical features that Argent recognized well from the history books she almost always read. No doubt about it, he must be the one. He must be Daemon Targaryen, The Rogue Prince, who is the talk of the town. The feeling that jolted Argent was almost the same as how he reacted when he saw Rhaenyra.

The face that screamed with pride for being born a Targaryen sounded very loud. The distinctive Targaryen aura that could even be felt when Argent was merely reading their stories from history books. However, this time it is very real, a dragon rider also has dragon blood flowing in their veins. The overflowing charisma surrounded Daemon Targaryen as he walked past. They exchanged glances for a few seconds, causing Argent's breath to catch as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Until Daemon finally stepped down the stairs, leaving them, Argent unconsciously exhaled immediately. She didn't realize she was holding her breath looking at someone so handsome. Never in her life had Argent seen someone so attractive thats he couldn't look away. Not a single man she had ever met could compare to how Argent reacted when she saw Daemon walking proudly, holding his helmet by his side.

Alicent might have realized something, she grabbed her sister's arm. "Are you okay, sister?"

 Argent was still trying to calm herself, her heart still racing upon hearing her sister's question. "Is that?"

 "Yes, it's Prince Daemon Targaryen, First of his name, the prince of Dragonstone, the heir of the Iron Throne."

"Wow"

"Hm, really, is that all you can say after holding your breath for too long?"

Argent looked at her sister, "You-?"

"Why, sis, did your heart just get stolen?"

"What, no!!" Alicent just laughed at her sister's protest. She led them away from there through the same path Daemon had taken earlier. Not intending to follow him, but they had indeed finished the tour, and perhaps Rahenyra had also returned from Dragonpit.

After this, Argent is very sure that she will never be the same again. She would never be able to act calm again as if she were a young noble lady who would not be disturbed by anything, even if someone's blood splattered on her, she would not flinch. Her thick mask had cracked after she began to feel her heart race again with a faint memory of how those bright violet irises had drowned her. "Oh my god, this is the worst."

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Chapter 1. Arrived to Kings Landing

Pairing with Daemon Targaryen

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Sumarry: That day was a delightful day in Oldtown where Argent lived with her entire family, the Hightowers. She had packed all the necessary items when a raven was sent by The Hand that she would move to King's Landing with her older brother, who would participate in the tournament held by the king to celebrate the birth of his son. There, Argent finally met her sister and father after a long separation when Otto served as the hand of the king. There also stood Princess Rhaenyra, accompanying Alicent to welcome her older sister.

WC: 3k+

From the gap of the open window, the familiar morning sun penetrated inside. A private chamber belonging to the eldest daughter of the mighty Otto Hightower, a sweet little sister to Gwayne and a kind older sister to Alicent, her name is Argent Hightower. They grew up together in Oldtown and were friends with everyone who worked for their family. When morning came when they were still young, Alicent, who often woke up early, would run around the palace just to say good morning to her sister, then she would go learn about the etiquette of a lady and how to conduct herself as a Hightower.

The sweet girl, comfortably asleep, slowly stirred under the blanket that warded off the cold wind gradually enveloping the Old Town. She didn't know that something she had always been waiting for had finally arrived. Until finally, a knock was heard at the door of the chamber, Argent sighed softly, then informed that she was awake.

The servants who work for the Hightower family entered Argent's private chamber. At first, the girl thought it was just the morning routine like usual, but it turned out the number of servants entering was more than five. It seems like something special is going to happen today.

While rubbing her face to chase away the lingering drowsiness, Argent asked them, "Good morrow, what is happening with the number of servants here? Isn't Melisa and Anara enough to prepare my bath?"

"Sorry to disturb you, My Lady. This morning, a raven just arrived from King's Landing, and Lord Hobert has summoned you and Lord Gwayne to meet him," a servant replied.

Hearing that, the young lady who had just woken up immediately understood what might have happened. Pulling aside the blanket that was still on top of her, Argent finally got out of bed. Getting ready to welcome a pleasant morning while listening to the news coming from King's Landing. Maybe she will get some good news from her little sister who has been living there for a long time.

"Good morrrow, My Lady," Melisa opened the conversation as Argent rose from her bath. Inviting a sweet smile from the girl. "Yes, Melisa, it feels like just yesterday a raven from King's Landing brought my father and sister ther. It doesn't feel like 10 years have passed, does it? “

"Yes, My Lady."

Argent sat in front of her vanity. A large mirror adorned with gold showed her face on its surface. Her face looked slightly swollen, perhaps because she had eaten too many cakes with Lady Redwyne yesterday afternoon. "Melisa, what do you think of my little sister's now?"

"Lady Alicent must be growing into a beautiful young lady, just like your mother when she was young," Melisa replied to Argent's question. "She must be as beautiful as you, My Lady."

Argent rolled her smile wide enough for her white teeth to show. It always feels delightful to talk about the little girl who often runs around until their father gets exasperated. He said that was not something a lady would do. And Alicent would run again to Argent who was reading in the library or at the Citadel during her free time.

After getting ready, Argent finished it off by applying perfume. The delicate and sweet scent of roses, which was her mother's favorite. Argent greatly admires her gentle and loving mother. And her father is also gentle in his own way. She wonder what is he like now since it has been a long time since they last met.

Honestly, Argent almost always cries when she smells the very distinctive scent of roses that reminds her of her mother. She misses her so much, and everything got worse when Argent also had to part with her father and sister. But clearly, there was nothing she could do. As a knight sworn to serve the king, her father could not refuse when he received the order from King Viserys to become his Hand when he finally ascended the throne.

Since then, Argent began to visit the Citadel more frequently to read or simply walk to relieve fatigue after finishing her work helping her uncle manage Oldtown, hoping she would learn the lessons as the maesters did. However, gender prevented her from all those abilities.

After Otto's departure to King's Landing, the new Lord of House Hightower and the Lord of Oldtown were handed over to his brother, and he had time to advise him to let the two remaining children become familiar with all kinds of management. However, the one who should be the heir is Gwayne, who is Otto's eldest son. So, Argent helps in other areas she can manage, such as receiving letters or managing the household's income and expenses.

Argent met Gwayne at the entrance of the room mentioned by their uncle. They greeted each other and talked about a few things. "Good morrow, dear brother. You should clean yourself up before you head up here, don’t you think? That's not a neat appearance, is it?"

Gwayne followed the direction of his sister's gaze to the clothes he was wearing. There are some traces of dust on his clothes and a few scratches on his exposed arm. "I didn't have time, I was really into my sword when I was called. So just leave it be”

Argent shook her head upon hearing her brother's unpleasant response. "I wonder what Father would say if he saw you like this."

"Father isn't here."

"Yes, but maybe we will meet him soon."

"Hm, whatever."

Both of them ended the conversation, together pushing the heavy door. Inside,  their  uncle sat in a chair with a pile of unfinished work. Or more precisely, to be handed over to the sweet niece who is now standing in front of him.

"A pleasant day, my dear nephew and niece"

"A pleasant day, uncle," they both replied in unison.

"I just received a raven from my older brother. The message is very long about things that are not really related to you. Your father is asking you to prepare for King's Landing. Pack the necessary items because Argent will be staying there from now on and there is an invitation for Gwayne to participate in the tournament as a representative of Hightower." It was a long explanation that surprised both siblings. Not once had the idea crossed Argent  mind or been imagined by her to stay longer in Kings Landing. It wasn't the first time she had been there, but living in King's Landing was a different story.

"Living in King’s Landing, Uncle? Are you serious, didn't you reread the letter from my father?"

Hobert sighed in annoyance. He then took a small letter from his brother to show to his niece. With quick steps, Argent walked forward to take the small scroll. She made sure to read it slowly, looking for any mistakes. However, she had read it five times, and it was a truth she did not want to admit. With a heavy heart, Argent gave up on that hope and returned to her place beside her brother.

"Are you okay, sister?" Gwayne asked a little.  Maybe he is a bit worried about his sister.

Argent only nodded, but her face remained downcast. It wasn't because she had to go to King's Landing that made her truly sad, but because she would be parting with her brother for an unknown period. And she might never see her friends again after living in King's Landing. Clearly, her arrival was not just an invitation to live together, but as with the lady from large families, when the time comes and they are of marrying age, the real life will begin to be felt. Not under the protection of her family anymore, but her new family complete with a new name and title. Argent is very sure that she will be sold to the most honorable and wealthiest family in Westeros according to her father blessing. Considering that a tournament will be held, surely one of them will become her husband.

This is the true role that has indeed been assigned to her. Not as someone who will help her brother manage finances and everything else at Hightower, but rather as the family of her future husband. They say this is a sacred duty given to women, also a heavy burden that is a punishment from God. Giving birth to an heir is something Argent absolutely does not want to imagine, she tries hard to ignore it when they start talking about family unification through marriage when she was only ten and four.

They finally left there. They walked side by side without having any conversation, or more precisely, Argent ignored anything Gwayne said to her.

"Sister, are you really okay?"

Argent remained silent and continued walking. Her steps became faster as they finally exited the High Tower. Until Gwayne had to pull his sister's hand to make the girl really stop. "Sister."

There, he saw something he hadn't seen in a long time. Tears flowing slowly, a sad face after hearing news that should have sounded pleasant. Gwayne couldn't bear to see her, he wasn't pleased to see those tears streaming down. Gently, he pulled the girl into his embrace. The symbolism that he will always protect Argent wherever his sister is. A lie that will always be spoken to lighten the burden carried by her little sister.

Her cries did not harden, but her trembling body still made her older brother's heart slowly crack. "Calm down Argent, you might just be overthinking." He said softly, Gwayne stroked his sister's long hair and gently patted her back. Hoping that it could provide her with a little comfort like when they were still children.

However, Argent certainly knew that they were no longer children. She wouldn't fall for that obvious lie again this time. She was so used to hearing it that she could no longer feel the sincerity. Sad and a little angry, but what dominates the most is the annoyance of feeling all of it. She should be happy because she can meet her sister again after such a long time. Argent should be happy to come to King's Landing, which is full of historical stories about the conquest of Westeros by Aegon Targaryen and his two sisters. With that thought, Argent tried hard to stop her tears. She let sadness overshadow the happy news to gain knowledge, to meet her lovely sister.

A single sob finally ended it, Argent released herself from her brother's embrace. She tried to smile amidst her messy sad face. A funny expression full of forced effort, Gwayne couldn't help but chuckle softly. "You are so funny,  sister."

Argent hit her older brother lightly, she was not happy to become the joke again. "Shut up, I don't want to talk to you anymore." Then she ran away from there towards the palace.

Gwayne, seeing that, laughed even harder. They are indeed only two years apart, but he couldn't help but feel fond of his now grown-up little sister. For him, Argent is still that cute little baby with big cheeks who always captivates her eyes when she laughs. "Argent, wait for me."

"No no no!!! Don't follow me, idiot."

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The preparations for the move were completed two days after the call message arrived. Argent was no longer sad or angry, her heart was enveloped in happiness at the opportunity that had come. After this long journey, she will finally be reunited with her beloved family, and perhaps if God is kind enough, she might meet good people. Maybe a good husband.

The last box has been loaded into the carriage they will use to go to King's Landing. There are quite a few people, carriages, and horses that will be coming there. Some of those who are very familiar to Argent are her uncle and aunt, as well as their children who also have their own carriage. While Argent was alone in her carriage because Gwayne would follow behind on horseback. As a knight, he would not tarnish his oath by indulging himself and going by carriage.

Argent gave a farewell to her servants, who clearly could not join her because they worked for the Hightower family, not for her personally. That was one of several sad farewells. Even though they remained on the same island, their roles as servant and mistress were not conditions that allowed them to meet often. Not because Argent looked down on them due to their status, but the limitations of various things made the meetings impossible. The servants clearly have their own duties and they are accountable to the master and mistress of the house who pay them, not Argent.

Argent hugged Melisa and Anara for the last time. "Goodbye, may God be kind enough to give me the chance to meet you both again in the future."

Melisa sobbed, she certainly did not want to part with the kind and understanding lady. "I hope you find comfort in King's Landing, My Lady. I hope you find all the goodness you deserve."

"Thank you, Melisa."

"Are you really unable to take me, My Lady?" The younger Anara was quite deeply bound to Argent, whom she knew. They met when Anara was two and ten and Argent was five and ten. For her age group, Anara felt that Argent would be a mother full of tenderness as she treated everyone equally to herself.

Argent stroked Anara's face once more, giving her a light kiss on the top of her head. "I really want to take you, Anara, but you will be much more grateful for the comfort in Oldtown compared to the horrors in King's Landing."

The crying grew louder as Argent turned to leave them. She left everything there, her affection and love for the people who had cared for her all this time. To the maesters, to the septas, and to her wet nurse. Maybe he really couldn't hug them one by one, but the outcome would definitely be worse. The result will surely be that Argent will look for any way to get back there. For sure, it has the potential to cause chaos for his father.

Gwayne waited for Argent at the front gate. He hugged her sister, who had been trying hard not to cry in front of everyone. "Good job, dear sister."

Only a nod could be expressed because if she spoke, it would surely be interrupted by the tears that preceded it. Argent finally got into the carriage, waiting until the door closed to then cry sobbingly until she was gasping inside. Without anyone knowing. Without shame because no one will see it. Maybe what she has to face is just the swelling in her eyes, which will become the question of everyone when they set up camp.

The carriage began to shake as the conductor urged the horse pulling it forward. Slowly, the path stretched wider, leaving her home towards the dragon's lair, hoping not to be scorched when accidentally entering its territory.

The journey to King's Landing took much longer than expected. Argent did not know that the journey would be so exhausting, even for her who enjoyed the comfort inside the carriage. Apparently, it wasn't much better than the knights who accompanied them on horseback. She didn't even want to imagine how tired her brother must be sitting on a horse and helping with all the preparations when they finally had to camp at night.

So far, there hasn't been much Argent could do inside her carriage during the journey. She slightly regretted not borrowing enough books to entertain her during the journey. If only hes had stolen a few books, maybe she wouldn't be so bored just staring at the road and the forest they passed on the long journey to King's Landing far to the northwest. Perhaps the tale of Aegon's conquest would provide some comfort. Maybe the story of the Dooms of Valyria will provide her with some valuable lessons. Or maybe another fictional story could provide a light read among the heavy books that Argent brought.

Night came again for the umpteenth time, and they set up camp once more for the last time. From what Argent heard during their brief rest, they would arrive at King's Landing by noon at morrow. So she assumed that this would be her  last night sleeping under the sky without the super grand roof that she had always known. Argent is creating a memory that she will remember if this is indeed the last time she will be with her brother before they finally arrive in King's Landing.

"Do you want to join me, Argent?" her brother greeted as Argent stepped out of the carriage.

Argent nodded, feeling a bit awkward because she had never joined the others. They are knights who are not very familiar to her. The awkwardness was so strong that it made her sibling chuckle softly. "Don't worry, little lady, your brother will keep watch here."

Argent's smile adorned her face upon hearing those words. "Oh, you paint a picture of a valiant knight, brother."

"I am indeed a valiant knight."

Instantly, the smile that had been there turned into a frown upon hearing those words. Replaced by a look of disgust from his sister. "Not very mighty, in my opinion," she said.

"Is that so? Who do you think is powerful then?" they walked towards the campfire not far from where the carriage had stopped. Around it, the knights sat enjoying their dinner.

"Among them?" Argent asked Gwayne while pointing at the knights accompanying the journey.  And a nod was the only response Argent received from her brother. Shee took a light breath, "none at all."

"Wow, you're really bold."

"My standards are high,  brother."

"But you are not that high, Sister."

"This is not about how tall I am."

"Yayayayaa."

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The long journey truly ended when the great Gate of the Gods stood before them. The procession then entered Kings Landing, which was crowded with the houses of the townspeople. From there, Argent opened the curtain and his brother rode beside her.

"Do you see that? They call it Aegon High Hill and above it is The Red Keep."

Argent nodded in understanding. "Not very red, for me."

"The name doesn't always reflect its form."

"OOoh"

Their pace slowed a bit because Argent wanted to take in everything around them, at least she hoped not to get lost when she wanted to go for a walk. "You don't plan to run around without a guard, do you?" That suspicious question only received a smile from his sister. "No, right?"

"What? You expect me to lock myself in my room? More than anyone, you know that I often travel in Oldtown too.”

"Yes, but we are not in Oldtown. Here, the game of thrones is played without you knowing how cruelly they play their roles. You can't really trust anyone else, sister. You must not trust them if you want to survive here. Did you hear me?"

"Hmm"

"Do you hear me?!"

"Yes, I understand."

Gwayne stopped talking for a moment before starting a new conversation. "Good, I hope you really take care of yourself because I won't always be there to protect you. And I truly believe that father is also busy with all his problems.”

"Hmm, do you think Alicent will cry when she sees us?"

"Impossible."

"But she cried when we parted, right?"

 Gwayne smiled as he recalled that memory. "She is a fine noble lady, sister. She wouldn't cry even if one of us died in front of her.

"Wow, that's really pathetic, isn't it?"

"Hahaha, yeah, that's right."

In front of them, the grand castle, whose construction was started by Aegon and completed by Maegor, stood so tall. Very luxurious but not as large compared to Harranhal Castle in Riverrun. Inside, it is not very special but still captivating for anyone who is visiting for the first time. Until the train they were on stopped, Argent then got out from there, looking far ahead where her  sister stood with sparkling, teary eyes. "She is about to cry," she said to Gwayne, who may or may not have heard her.

[tbc.....]

[ryolina]

Wanna Be Yours

Pairing with Daemon Targaryen

Prompts:

MY oC is the sister of the Hightower siblings. Being born between Gwayne and Alicent is something difficult. Especially after their mother passed away, everything became even worse. Not long after the long and profound mourning experienced by their family, Argent and Gwayne had to bid farewell to their father and younger sister when they were called to King's Landing. The farewell left a small wound that would always be remembered, especially the face of her little sister crying while hugging their father's leg when she was no more than 7 years old. After that long wait, the father, who had become the Hand of the King, summoned the two siblings to come to the King's Landing. He asked Argent to stay in King's Landing with him and brought Gwayne to participate in the tournament held by the king. There, she met Prince Daemon with his title as the Rouge Prinve. The first time seeing someone with an abundance of charisma radiating around them. A sense of pride for being born a Targaryen, carrying the blood of dragons. The man was very charming, handsome if one could be more specific. Until Argent, who stood in front of him, had difficulty breathing until the prince walked past her.

Highly Disclaimer.

Hello, my name is Lin. And this is my very first story that I am uploading here. I am quite used to fan fiction and have several that I am trying to finish. I upload it on the orange platform with the W logo if you're curious. Disclaimer, I haven't read any of the books, so some timelines may differ significantly from the original story because the source I'm using is the TV show. Additionally, English is not my first language, but I am still trying to learn it, so please forgive me if you find any grammatical errors. As a point of information, I wrote the draft of this story in my first language and translated it into English using a website, so the language might not align with the poetic literary style. But hopefully, that obstacle won't diminish your interest when you are keen to read this story. I hope you enjoy it. If there's something you want to say, just write it down, I'll read it.

Warm regards, Lin.

Chapter 1. Arrived to Kings Landing for the Tournment

Sumarry: That day was a delightful day in Oldtown where Argent lived with her entire family, the Hightowers. She had packed all the necessary items when a raven was sent by The Hand that she would move to King's Landing with his older brother, who would participate in the tournament held by the king to celebrate the birth of his son. There, Argent finally met her sister and father after a long separation when Otto served as the hand of the king. There also stood Princess Rhaenyra, accompanying Alicent to welcome her older sister.

Chapter 2. The Golden Cloak

Sumarry: Argent has just arrived in King's Landing after a very long and exhausting journey. She never imagined that the journey by carriage would be so long, and the fatigue was almost the same as those who traveled by horse. Exhausted Argent fell asleep comfortably in the guest room that had been prepared. In the morning, Argent felt so refreshed and ready to accept her sister's invitation to tour the castle. They walked randomly back and forth with Alicent, who explained everything meticulously. After a while, they finally started chatting, and both were surprised to see someone with white hair walking past them, oblivious to the gazes around him. There, for the first time, Argent saw the Prince who was rumored with all the scandals and titles behind his name. There, shameless lips also whispered very softly about the terrible incident that happened last night. About the knights in golden cloaks.

Chapter 3. The Rouge Prince,

Sumarry: Although the unpleasant incident had just occurred when Prince Daemon executed the prisoners without a fair trial, the tournament planned by the king continued as if nothing had happened. That morning, while preparing to attend the tournament, Argent got ready in her room, assisted by her sister who was becoming increasingly skilled at hairstyling. Argent imagined that her sister's daughter would surely be beautiful because their mother was good at styling hair. They went out together and sat side by side in the stands. When the tournament finally began, Prince Daemon, representing the Targaryens, received a very warm welcome from all the spectators who had come. His charming entrance made Argent almost struggle to breathe, causing her to unconsciously squeeze her sister's fingers.

Chapter 4. The Tournament and The Death of the Queen

Sumarry: The tournament held simultaneously with Queen Emma giving birth ended in the absolute loss of the Targaryens. Apparently, the terrible event last night gave a bad omen that went unnoticed by anyone. The prince's defeat in a one-on-one duel with a poor knight whose family name was unknown to anyone. until the loss due to a difficult birth caused the death of the queen and the baby in her womb. The entire kingdom fell into deep sorrow, and the king was plunged into prolonged grief.

Chapter 5. For the shake of  stability for the realm or for your own ego, father!

Sumarry: On a day filled with sorrow due to the absolute loss experienced by the Realm, the day still ended well. The two sisters who enjoyed the tournament parted ways as they headed to their respective rooms. Argent was so tired and a bit sad because her older brother lost in a one-on-one battle against Prince Daemon. However, for some reason, the way he said her name sounded so sweet, so ticklish that it made Argent giggle when she remembered it. one sister who is happy and the other who is entangled in the dark and disgusting game of thrones. As soon as Argent learned that her father had pushed Alicent towards the dragon's maw, Argent became so furious that she slapped her father. There, unbeknownst to the girl, the prince, her beloved, watched and smiled very satisfied at the little quarrel. There, Prince Daemon intercepted Argent in the hallway as she walked towards her room and introduced himself formally while extending his hand.

Chapter 6..

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10.