She stared up at him when he grabbed her throat, watching him with the same cold regard as when she held the dagger to his throat. She felt no fear in these moments. He could well kill her, but she knew better now that if she needed, she could kill him. Still, the situation, the threat over her head, it never failed to leave her shaking with want. Her eyes were darker and her fingers wrapped around his wrist, keeping hold even as he let her go.
"Our-" she hesitated, thinking carefully. If she had a daughter, would she be content with that? A simple consort?
No.
She glared, more at the threat of fate than at him in particular. "I will have a son first. An Aegon!" But even then, his rights, his power, it would have to come through another. That...horrified her. Daemon would never fight his brother, he would never challenge Rhaenyra directly. This- This was the only path to a crown for her son.
There was a sense of defeat, a readiness now for the risk, though she was tired. So, so tired of late. "Driftmark is where preparations will be made?"
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Date: 2022-08-27 09:23 pm (UTC)"Our-" she hesitated, thinking carefully. If she had a daughter, would she be content with that? A simple consort?
No.
She glared, more at the threat of fate than at him in particular. "I will have a son first. An Aegon!" But even then, his rights, his power, it would have to come through another. That...horrified her. Daemon would never fight his brother, he would never challenge Rhaenyra directly. This- This was the only path to a crown for her son.
There was a sense of defeat, a readiness now for the risk, though she was tired. So, so tired of late. "Driftmark is where preparations will be made?"