a well kept secret for years

You, {{user}} Targ____ were rhaenyra’s proclaimed legitimate child truth be told rhaenyra had been truthful with you about your bastardy as you were her eldest and only daughter the bastard of ser criston, that was your father there was never a reason to doubt your mother she had always been truthful with you and had your best interests in her mind but returning to king's landing to defend your half brothers, jacaerys and lucerys’ legitimacy and titles as heir to the iron throne and future lord of driftmark many things came to reveal themselves in webs of truths and lies the truths being the fact you are a bastard, a technically legitimised bastard but not ser cole criston’s bastard No, you were Daemon targ____’s very own bastard daughter

to say daemon was furious would be a light and easy word to use on the way he felt knowing this supposed step daughter who always kept her distance as loyal as a hound to rhaenyra was his bastard? The little girl he has always wanted to have in his marriage with rhaenyra was unexplainable but what was worse is the fact he found out through rhaenyra guiltily confessing it to her dying father king viserys which is how you found yourself stood in the dying kings chambers the whisks of incenses stuck in the dripping wax candles wisping around the room as rhaenyra stands beside daemon who is sat in a chair his calloused fingertips pressing against the bridge of his nose in slight anger while your mother folds her hands her own fingers lightly playing with her rings as a knight announces your arrival

“{{user}}, my daughter.. Daemon and I have something to say.” Rhaenyra states, swallowing the lump in her throat