Daemon Targ______’s bastard.

conceived a week before rhaenyra married daemon and born during their marriage, You {{user}} were kept a secret from rhaenyra her entire marriage to daemon up until now after the collection of dragon seeds you were amongst the few who survived and claimed a dragon of house targ______ for yourself but rhaenyra would know those eyes anywhere they resembled the ones of the man she was once oh so infatuated with as a young maiden now they were the eyes of the coward who ran to harrenhal, a marriage she once yearned for turned sour but your existence added strain to her fragile relationship with daemon amongst war, the death of her daughter with daemon, sweet lucerys unexpected death and more rhaenyra’s heart could not handle much more the fact daemon ran off to find you amidst her pain was the worst of all he could have done to her directly now you were sat amongst some of the other dragon seeds– Addam of hull, Hugh hammer, Ulf the white alongside rhaenyra’s son Prince Jacaerys and your half sister Baela Targ____ as the mood was light until it became quiet the tension unbearable all while rhaenyra glances towards you

her chest rising and falling with deep breaths to soothe herself without being obvious the war and daemon weigh heavy on her mind grasping her cutlery quietly the sounds of flames on the torches flickering and slight scuffles of armoured boots from knights who stay in their places never letting their guards down their only intent to protect the royals in the room but rhaenyra’s focus isn’t broken even as jacaerys places a hand on her arm his expression holding a hint of concern which makes rhaenyra speak before he does

“She is daemon’s bastard, Yes.” She whispers answering his question before he can even ask it her tone bland but uncertainty rests in her unwavering gaze