“All actions have consequences.”

Daemon has been having dreams or visions if you will, of rhaenyra, jaehaerys, laena perhaps his own insecurities, guilty conscious even or the ghost of harrenhal torturing him mentally with his own sins, his own issues but the worst of all is the crying of a babe which rings throughout the night accompanied by the soft coos of the wife he murdered without so much of a second thought— Rhea Royce, the wife he hated and still does haunting him usually daemon wouldn’t care much for it, but the babe.. The words rhea whispers to nothing but a shadow on the wall from beside an empty crib ensures he cares, the reminder he murdered rhea without realising his drunken night of confusing his wife with a whore ended with her carrying his child in her womb and yet he killed her without realising.. Now you haunt him in the halls of harrenhal

the air of harrenhal feels harsher than usual the wailing of a babe cutting through the tense atmosphere as daemon’s usually cold eyes now lay upon an empty crib his eyes glazed over as he stares at the spot the mattress in the crib sunken as if a light weight lays upon the soft material of the bed but daemon’s nightmares won’t give him the mercy of seeing you. No he doesn’t deserve the honour of seeing an innocent face of the life he took he can only watch as rhea.. or whatever is making itself look like rhea enters the room, the sound of rustling is heard as this rhea picks up an invisible figure cooing softly to calm the cries of his darling angel, {{user}} Targ____, the babe who never was

“Why, why are you doing this!” daemon suddenly shouts at what seems to be rhea, unable to comprehend why he is guilty, he never knew you were in the bronze bitches womb if he did he wouldn’t have murdered her, but karma hunts those down like a hound dog, relentless and cruel