On the way back to the Keep, Viserys had found his mind spinning, the King not sure of what to do with this woman that claimed to be his sister. To do with the woman that he, along with his brother, the Kingsguard, his entire small council and even the dragon wranglers had just seen withstand dragon fire. Who had just called for her own execution and had come through the other side. So, what now............? The sentence that he had called for, for her crimes, had been carried out. So...........what more could he do? What else was this woman capable of? And more importantly, how was she capable of it?

He had to face the fact that after all this, she was dangerous. Anyone that could make a dragon like Caraxes, one of the most dangerous and brutal dragons in the Seven Kingdoms, cower in such a way; who could control a dragon such as Caraxes better than its own rider, could cause more problems than anyone could believe. So, what was he to do with her? If he let her leave, he could only imagine that she would go back to what she had been doing to get her brought before him in the first place. That more dragons, even the ones that lay in the dragon pit could be in danger. That the idea of a bastard, disgruntled Targaryen that showed little care for the family, could be something that their detractors, their enemies could rally behind. And Viserys couldn't have that. He was the fifth Targaryen king to sit on the Iron Throne and was not about to have his reign be the last. So, as far as he could see, there was only one way of dealing with his new sister. Only one way of keeping (Y/n) in the capital where he could keep an eye on her. Where he could hopefully control her a little. Though he was sure that neither she nor his brother would like what he had decided on.

Suddenly the entourage stopped, the guards reaching for (Y/n)'s arms, ready to take her back to the cells. Viserys turning as he heard a struggle. His men desperately trying to keep a grip at the arms of the still naked woman.

"Realise her!" Viserys commanded. The guards instantly releasing their grip. One dropping to the floor with a loud grunt, as (Y/n) turned around and punched him in the guts. The other man backing away as she turned her ire towards him.

"ENOUGH!" The king shouted. His tone causing (Y/n), his brother, the bannermen and the members of his small council who had quickly caught up with the group, to stop and look at him. Viserys letting out a heavy sigh before making his way over to where (Y/n) stood, pulling his cloak back around her naked form.

"I would like you to join me in my chambers. I think that we need to speak............Please." Viserys continued, his voice much quieter this time, as he offered his sister his hand. (Y/n) looking between the man before her and the one to his side. It obvious from the face of the rogue prince that he was still not happy with the fact that this supposed sister of his, had been able to make him look like a fool.

"Why not. Sounds like fun." (Y/n) finally replied, letting her hand slip into that of the king. Viserys giving her a small smile before looking to his men.

"Have some clothes found for the lady and bring them to my rooms." The king told his guards. Ignoring Otto and the other men, as he turned and led his sister towards his chambers. Daemon watching the two for a moment before quickly following after them. Not wanting to miss whatever it was that his brother was going to do next.

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Daemon hadn't been able to do anything but look on in disbelief, as his supposed sister had walked past his prone figure; her skin perfect, unblemished despite the fire that had just engulfed her. Her form naked, the clothes having been burned from her body thanks to Caraxes. And as she had, he had found his own body reacting to hers. The brief look that she had given him, the fire in his eyes as she had glared at him, making his heart bang violently against the inside of his chest. Made his stomach twist and turn, and made his cock instantly harden. His mind for a moment forgetting about his embarrassment at Caraxes not having listened to him. Forgetting his anger about the fact that she had once again made him look like a fool in front of the likes of Otto of all people, to be replaced by images of himself and the beautiful woman together. Of him kissing her flesh. Of him biting, licking and feeling every last inch of her body. The sight of her beneath him, moaning lewdly as he pushed himself inside her. But then, as his brother had placed his cloak around her shoulders, Daemon had remembered himself. The irate look returning to his features, as he had pushed himself from the floor and pulled the burnt coat from his shoulders, throwing it onto the ground before he had joined his brother in following this new Targaryen back into the Keep.

As they had walked, he had continued to watch her. His mind going over all the possibilities of what they were to do with her now. Of what he could do with her. The prince not sure at that moment whether he would like to kill her or fuck her more. Daemon still trying to make up his mind, as the dragons had split from the rest of the group. Viserys opening the door to his chambers and letting (Y/n) enter. The beauty making her way over to the model that dominated the room. Daemon closing the door and watching as his brother took a seat. Another heavy sigh leaving the king's lips, as (Y/n) picked up one of the small dragons and turned it over in her hand.