━━━━━  The egg felt heavier than it looked, she noted. It was dark blue laid by Dreamfyre. It looked magnificent and would be well for the stunt she was going to pull.

What could she say? Her brother forced her hand. Thus, he would feel her rage.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mysha questioned skeptically, arms around her waist. He had been worrying about the whole lot of her plan, deeming it foolish. And it was, but she was still going to do it.

King Viserys, first of his name, had no one to blame but himself.

"The king will come," he warned her.

Daena rolled her eyes. "He better be. I haven't done all this shit for nothing."

Viserys used her and had thrown her away the moment he had gotten what he wanted with her. She had thought he would finally see sense and realize the amount of shit she had done for Viserys. But he would always pick Otto Hightower over her. His sister.

That was who Viserys was. Her brother had always been good at delighting others and make fast friends in his youth, whereas Daena was brash and blunt, bad at doing most ladylike activities and would rather take up sword fighting. She remembered one instance when she had embarrassed Viserys by beating him at a duel, causing others to wonder how weak Viserys actually was.

But Daena never thought him any lesser while others had begun to. She always thought that Viserys had the patience of ruling with pretty words, and she would be the sword beside him, protecting him whenever he needed it. Yet he took her for granted. As he always did.

She was done playing niceties. She wanted him to suffer as she did. And he will.

      "THERE ARE SHIPS SEEN, PRINCESS DAENA." A member of the City Watch told her. Daena nodded pleased.

She had taken some members from the City Watch as most were loyal to her. Her brother, in all his stupidity, according to the lords at the Small Council, had made her the Commander of the City Watch. The face of Otto Hightower would forever be planted inside her head.

She had been made Commander, and despite people knowing her to be willful and brash, none had expected her to expel at the job. Yet she did a damn good job straightening the stray mongols up. When she arrived at the City Watch, the members were lazy and stupid, causing mayhem when they were the ones supposed to make order in the streets of King's Landing. She trained them, and they had gradually begun to respect her, well, after she cut off a hand or two after trying to lay a hand on her.

Daena smiled in triumph when her brother deemed her as capable as Aegon the Conqueror, knowing damn well that Otto viewed her as Maegor come again.

She always thought the reason he was boring and dull was because he never once fucked a creature with a cunt, or a cock for that matter in years after his wife passed away. Therefore, to satisfy his boredom, his main priority was to undermine and humiliate her. She only hoped he fisted his cock off to the thought of her at least. Lest Otto hadn't wasted his breath on her for nothing.

The screeching sound of Caraxes drew her mind towards the window.

They are here.

DAENA FELT THE DISAPPOINTMENT IN SEEING OTTO HIGHTOWER BEFORE HER RATHER THEN THE KING. That little cunt had probably told him not to go, seeing as he had an ignorant smirk on the end off his lip. It was unnoticeable of course, yet she could see right through it.

With him was members of the Kingsguard, and a familiar face— Ser Criston Cole. The tourney made itself back into her mind. That fucker had attacked her while she had her back to him.

Cowards move.

Mysha was behind her, standing stiff with hands behind his back. Daena was staring at the people before her with a grin, throwing the dragon egg between her hands.

"Welcome to Dragonstone, Otto." Daena started, smiling brightly as the lord hand gave her a long stare.

Otto ignored her and raised his voice, "Your occupation of this Island is at an end," a pause. "You are to relinquish the dragon's egg, disband your army, banish your whore, and leave Dragonstone by order of His Grace, King Viserys—"

"Where is the King?" Daena interrupted, fed up with the fact that words were still coming out of Otto Hightower's mouth. "I don't see him. You know, as a King I had thought he would at least grow a backbone enough to see his competition."

Otto huffed. "His Grace would never lower himself to entertain such a numbers farce."

Daena rolled her eyes. Her eyes swept through the people before her as they yet again laid their gaze on Cole.

She smirked, stepping closer. She stifled a laugh as she heard the Kingsguard nearly shitting themselves. "Ser Crispin wasn't it?"

"Ser Criston Cole, my Princess. Perhaps my Princess recalls as I bested her at the tourney."

Daena didn't stifle a laugh this time, awed at his boldness.
"Very good."

Otto talked and talked and talked, until—

"Are you mad? You'd never survive this."

Every moment that cunt undermine her, he would pay.

"Well happily neither would you. A fact I would most certainly live with, or not."

Swords were drawn but naught was done as a screeching of a dragon was heard that was not coming from Caraxes.

Daena knew that screech everywhere. Syrax. The little dragon belonging to her nephew.

He landed on the steps behind the party from King's Landing and walked towards her with a presence any king would have, even though he was only five and ten summers old.

Now, standing before her, Daena was brought back to the moment between her and her nephew at the throne room. Him before her, before the Iron Throne.

His long silver hair glistened and his purple eyes were lit up with fire. Somehow she knew he would take any challenge she would throw at him.

"What are you doing?" Her nephew asked in High Valyrian, a hint of anger in his voice as he tried to keep his calm. "Why are you betraying my father?"

"I am not betraying him nephew," she tried to reason, yet she knew she was failing miserably as the face Rhaegar made turned even more troubled. "I only wish to remind your father of our traditions."

"Traditions?" Rhaegar whispered harshly, tears glistening in his eyes. "You took my dead brother's egg that was meant for his cradle. The one I picked out only for you to steal it for your bastard babe with your whore."

Daena took a moment to take her nephew in. In those days since the funeral of Aemma, he had seemed to grow even more mature. Certainly more mature than her to some extent.

She did not answer him, and she knew a part of Rhaegar knew that.

Her nephew stepped closer to her and Daena could notice the Kingsguard begin to grow weary. Rhaegar was after all, The King's only living heir. He could not be harmed.

She snapped out of her trance as Rhaegar brushed a loose strand of her hair away from her face.

"Beautiful," he whispered, eyes closed and head raised as if he was sniffing the air around her. He looked almost ethereal. The Realm's Delight, all right. That was a title well bestowed upon.

"Aunt, please. Give me back the egg and my father will forgive you. As he always have done." he whispered for only them to hear.

She had no doubt Viserys would forgive her if Rhaegar got to his father before Otto. It was a known fact all over the Seven Kingdoms, and bloody well over the entire fucking realm, that he loved his son, unconditionally.

Daena only smiled, true this time. Her nephew had finally stepped up. She was sure he would be better than her brother.

She shook her head with amusement and threw the egg at him which he caught easily. "Tell my brother that I will see him soon, nephew."

And with that, she went back inside the castle.

To Corlys Velaryon,

A moon ago you asked me and my dragon to join you and your house at the war on the Stepstones to fight the Crabfeeder.

Be prepared for two dragons to arrive, my Lord. And make sure The Crabfeeder knows of the danger he has put himself and his soldiers in by declaring war with the Targaryens of Westeros.

━━━━━ Princess Daena Targaryen, sister to King Viserys II Targaryen.

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𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲; im back. Ok so I had an exam on 25.may, and I needed to study for it. But, this chapter was short and nice cuz I wanted the last chapter before the Stepstones to contain a bit of daena and Rhaegar, cuz they cute. Have y'all realized she kind of has brother issues?

next chapter: pre-stepstones with a twist