"I have never met someone that seemed so happy at the idea of their own death. That wished it to occur so quickly." Daemon commented. His eyes never leaving those of the woman in front of him.

"That is because you have never met me before, Lord of Flea Bottom. But it is not the idea of my death that I relish, but the looks on your face when you try. That, and I wouldn't want to waste anymore of your time. I am sure that the whores are all missing your attention. Or perhaps you merely wish to unleash another wave of terror on the city with your gold cloaks. I mean, without you, the whoremongers would be much poorer, and the smallfolk would have nothing to be afraid of................."

"Perhaps I should just kill you here and now then. Perhaps I should save our dragons from having to waste their fire..................." The rogue prince growled in reply, as he moved back and pulled his sword from its sheath before pointing the tip at her throat.

"DO IT! Take my head, I dare you!" (Y/n) goaded. An intense fire burning behind her beautiful orbs, as Daemon drew back his arm to strike. The prince finding that he couldn't move. That he couldn't complete the blow. That something was stopping him. Something deep inside him was preventing this. As if something was controlling his body. His heart pounding violently, as the bastard Targaryen continued to just glare and smile.

"STOP THIS NOW!" Viserys exclaimed from behind his brother. Daemons sword falling limply to his side, as if released by some invisible force at the sound of the Kings voice; Viserys moving around the table. Coming to stand by his brother's side.

Viserys had to admit that he was confused. He had expected that as soon as Daemon had unsheathed his sword, the head of their father's bastard child would be rolling across the floor. Her lifeless body surrounded by a pool of her own blood. But here she still stood, looking every inch as defiant as she had done, and decidedly more pleased with herself. The older dragon not sure what had stopped his brother from dealing the death blow.

"You really wish to face a death by dragon fire..........." The king enquired, as he looked between the beautiful woman and his confused brother's face.

"Why not? I have no fear of dragons, be they beast or man.............."

"Very well.............." Viserys sighed, as he drew himself up to his full height.

"For your crimes I sentence you to death by dragon fire. The sentence to be carried out immediately." The king continued, his head dropping as the words left his lips.

"I would have it no other way................brothers." (Y/n) retorted. The smile never leaving her lips, as Viserys called for the guards to return.

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"What............?" Viserys enquired of his brother, as he, Daemon, the Kingsguards and a hurriedly amassed small council followed after the woman that claimed to have been sired by Baelon. The king unable to hear what his brother was saying under his breath.

"I couldn't...............I couldn't do it. Something was stopping me. I wanted to kill her. To take her head for her insults, but................but I couldn't. It was as if I were being controlled. As if some force greater than myself was staying my hand. Some deep dark magic taking over my body." Daemon said, the look of confusion still on his face.

Viserys wasn't quite sure what to think about his brother's confession or anything else. He and everyone else could hear the woman sing happily, as she was led to her death. Her voice strong yet still sweet, as the words of Hāros Bartossi slipped from her lips in perfect High Valyrian.

"Fire Breather, Winged Leader, but two heads, To a third sing. From my voice, the fires have spoken, And the price has been paid, With blood magic. With words of flame, with clear eyes, to bind the three, to you I sing. As one we gather, and with three heads, we shall fly as we were destined, beautifully, freely." The woman almost dancing as they continued to the dragon pit. Viserys didn't want to do this. It felt wrong. Despite what she had done, he still believed that there was another way. That this could be resolved in another fashion. But it was too late now. The men of the small council were there to see the woman burn for her crimes. Some whispering that it was treasonous for her to claim that she was the daughter of Baelon, especially if she were not. And as it could not be proved either way, it was best that she be punished for this supposed crime as well. Otto was there, the king well aware that his Hand would undoubtedly say that keeping this (Y/n) alive, was dangerous. That she may perhaps be able to rally supporters to her. That as one that could slay dragons, anyone that was opposed to the rule of the Targaryens would come to her aid and perhaps even try and overthrow him. Yet even though that might all be true, Viserys still didn't like it.

Suddenly the group separated, the man of the small council and the Kingsguards taking up a position above the pit in order to watch the execution, while the Targaryen's continued into the pit. A smile coming to (Y/n)'s face, as the dragon wranglers brought forth a great red beast.

"He is quite beautiful.........for a dragon. What is his name.......?" (Y/n) enquired, as she turned to look at the brothers.

"Caraxes................." Daemon replied. The woman nodding before turning back to look at the great scaled creature.

"Well, Caraxes.............let me see what you can do..................."