Chapter 4
Prince Daemon was walking side by side with the Lord Commander, both of them lost in their own minds. Daemon loved his brother, he loved him since he he was born, since understood what a brother was. He loved his brother through the death of their mother and brother, loved him through the death of his father, but that doesn't mean he liked him very much.
He accepted with grace (more or less) his duties as Viserys brother, he always watched his back, defended him... Daemon made Viserys King. Even with all this his brother was throwing everything in his face again and again. Aemma was meant to be his bride, he knew, but Viserys took one look at her and that was it, not even a year later they were married. He gave his brother his crown and then the same brother he helped take the Iron Throne refused his annulment. He came back after months and was awaited with punches and kicks and exile again. Oh Daemon knew he wasn't entirely blameless, no, but Viserys was his brother, and the blood of the dragon runs thick.
He knew even before Viserys confession that his brother was hiding something. He had been twitchy, more than usual, jumping at his own shadow. It of nowhere his brother suddenly grew a back bone, or an illusion of one, doubling Aemma's guards, forbidding him on fighting on dragon back, spending time with Rhaenyra and looking at her as she was going to disappear in thin air. He thought that his brother has dreamed something, he always believed himself to be a dreamer, horseshit in Daemon's opinion, but still he didn't say anything and obeyed the new rules.
To find out that he had a sister. One that Viserys had hidden from him. One that he lost like an idiot. A dreamer it was enough for Daemon to want to smash his brother head, but now was not the time. Aemma's dead, his brother has a dying babe and a grieving daughter, a funeral to plan and a sister to find. Of course his brother was inept so it falls on Daemon's shoulders tk do all this.
"Are you free of your duties this evening?" Daemon asked the Lord Commander
"Yes..." Answered the man wearily.
"Good. We are going into the city. Find some whores and something to drink."
"Need I remind you, my prince, that the kingsguard is celibate?"
" No problem, some whores for me and something to drink for you."
They spent the walk through the city in silence, both knew that the subject of discussion could not be brought up in te open. The establishment they arrived at was a glamorous one, well hidden in the streets of silk. Expensive parfume and the smell of sex was in the air even before they walked through the door. Misaria as always was waiting for him, taking them to his private room.
"Should I bring my Prince and his guest some girls to entertain them?" She asked not at all fazed about the presence of the Lord Commander, who already was marching to the bottle of wine that was on one of the tables.
"No, and you should get out as well and keep curious ears and eyes away from this room." That surprised her, he knew. Even when he had important guests he usually kept her in the room with him.
"Of course, my Prince." She said. Misaria quickly dropped into a courtesy and left the room.
"You didn't have to scare the Lady Misery half to death, my Prince." Said the Commander after he drowned half of the wine in the bottle.
"Targaryen family secrets are exactly that, secrets."
"Oh? I didn't know I was part of the family."
"You have been with us so long that you might as well be. And don't be impertinent,you are still in the presence of a prince."
"Of course, my Prince" said the Commander and Daemon knew he was abstaining from rolling his eyes. The Commander looked just about done with the shitstorm that was his house.
"Now, tell me, is she real or just a fragments of my brother's imagination?"
"She is very much real. Couldn't believe my eyes. I thought she was yours the first time I laid my eyes on her."
"I realize that my proclivities are well known by now, but I didn't start when I was a child."
"She didn't looked that old. She was a slip of a thing, small and slim, big eyes and..." The Commander lost his words and Daemon didn't know if it was because he was lost in the memory or he didn't want to say something.
"And? What are you and my brother hiding?" His eyes became sharp.
"I do not know the contents of the letter. The King didn't feel the need to inform me about it and I definitely didn't feel the need to ask...."
"But..." Daemon said getting impatient. The man was dancing around the subject.
"But I know that the contents shocked him."the man said and then jumped to another subject. The change in direction left Daemon a little bit dizzy. He knew the man was hiding something and he didn't want to reveal what. Probably his brother forbid him of saying anything more. " I saw more princes and princesses die than any man alive right now. Even the maesters changed, but I remained."
" Is there a point in this?"
"I know a Targaryen babe with too much dragon blood in them when I see one. The girl should not be alive. " He said sharply.
" I have too much dragon blood in me, same as my mother and uncle." He replied, not understanding the point the man was trying to make.
"Not like her! All the babes like her died in the cradle!"
"Why thank you, Lord Commander Westerling for the vote of confidence." A voice was heard.
The both turned around swords in their hands ready to cut down the stranger that wandered into his rooms. The stranger lowered their hood, and his brain to mouth filter was gone in an instant.
" Fuck me, that is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." Said Daemon.
"See Lord Commander, that's how you compliment a lady." She said moving her eyes from him to the man next to him. Daemon could swear he saw the pink in the Commander's cheeks.
Without waiting anymore she took their hands in hers and started to drag them out of the room. And they of course like the idiots they were followed without saying a word, fumbling around trying to put their sords in their proper place. She let go of their hand once they were outside the brothel and started walking fast in the Red Keep's direction. She didn't wait for them, confident enough that they would follow. Daemon could admire that if he wasn't pissed of at being orders around by a little girl.
"Where are you taking us sweetheart?" He asked and received no response.
"You know, when a prince is addressing you, you should respond. People have lost their heads for such insults." He said and saw with the corner of his eye that Westerling started shaking his head.
"Se is not going to respond my Prince. Not until she wants to. " Said the man.
He realized that she was taking them to one of the passages. Daemon was impressed, he didn't know anybody but him knew about the passages. She walked swiftly taking turns and running up the stairs until she stopped in front of a brick wall that he knew was the entrance to his brother's chambers. She walked inside like she had been there a million times, and mabey she had been, and stopped in front of his brother who was asleep in a chair with his head planted on the table and a glass of wine dangling dangerously from his fingers. Without saying a word she took hold of the back of his chair and turned it sideways, making his brother fall to the floor face first. His brother let out a shout and liftoff his head quickly winching at the uninspired move. It was the funniest thing Daemon ever saw. The man beside him frozen, not knowing how to react at the assault upon his King.
"Good morning your Grace. Glad to see you among the living." She said her words dripping with sarcasm.
His brother turned around at the voice and tried and failed to scramble to his feet. Daemon took pity on Viserys and grabbing his brother by the arm he put his brother back into a chair.
"Congratulations, Lord Commander you found me, you are excused. I need to talk to the King and the Prince." The man in question was struck mute, his eyes moving rapidly better his brother and himself as if asking what he should do. His brother cleared his throat and nodded his head in agreement.
"Yes, thank you Lord Commander. I will call if the need for you arises." Said his brother and the Commander bowed and left the room mumbling about crazy Targaryen's or something of the like. After the door closed behind him the Girl turned to them.
"Well? You called... Here I am." She said