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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
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AENORA'S BACK LEANED AGAINST Daemon's chest in the bath. He laid soft kisses on her neck, with one of his hands under the water resting on her stomach, and the other hand was holding Aenoras. This was the first time in years they were truly relaxed. Not worrying about the other, because they were together.

Aenoras free hand played with the ends of her long hair. Being in her lord-husbands arms made her think about how lucky she was, to have a loving relationship rather than a purely political one with no love.

But she was also thinking about her sister and her father. She didn't like when the two quarreled.

Daemon, though, he imagined all of the different ways he could take her in that very moment.

"Daemon?" Aenora spoke softly.

"Hm?" Daemon hummed against her skin.

"I think my father is angered by Nyra's lack of enthusiasm for getting married." Aenora turned her head to look at him.

Daemon huffed as he lifted his head. He didn't wish to speak of problems that didn't concern him or Aenora. He didn't wish to speak at all, for that matter. But nonetheless, it's what his beloved wife wanted, and what she wants she gets.

"I think Rhaenyra needs to learn to see marriage in a different aspect." Daemon told her.

Aenora scrunched her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

Daemon looked at his wife, knowing she already knew what he meant. Before she and Daemon were married, she thought the same as her sister. She thought that marriage was only for power and sex was a duty.

"She views marriage as only political. No fun and forced love. She needs to see that it can be a pleasure more than a responsibility." Daemon smiled as he tilted her head back and kissed her.

"Wouldn't she have seen it with us, though?" Aenora questioned. "We're happy. Definitely not a forced love, and we obviously have a lot of 'fun'."

"Not necessarily. With us the love and desire was already there. She may not be so fortunate." Daemon said.

Aenora thought for a moment. She tried to figure out ways to help her sister see marriage for what it can be. But she couldn't think of anything.

She was hesitant to ask Daemon for help, but it seemed that if she wanted to help Rhaenyra, that was the only way.

"Do you have any ideas on how we can help her?" Aenora asked.

"Yes, but you won't like them." Daemon chuckled.

"Of course not." Aenora touched the temple of her head with the tips of her fingers.

Daemon rubbed oils on Aenoras back as he waited for her to decide if she wanted his help or not.

There were a lot of things Aenora contemplated on. But eventually she came to her decision to let him help. If there was anyone that could show Rhaenyra the fun of being married it was Daemon. His past alone could show her.

"Alright." Aenora said. "We will help her. You and I."

Daemon smirked. "Go to Rhaenyras chambers later tonight."

The Princess didn't know if it was regret or fear she felt in that moment. But, she had already asked for his help, there was no turning back.

And though, Aenora asked what it was he was planning, Daemon gave her no direct answer. He only gave riddles and short sentences regarding his idea.

Not long after Aenoras failed attempts to get more information from Daemon, they got out of the bath. Daemon quickly left after dressing, telling her he had to prepare things for later that night, leaving her utterly confused.

When nightfall came, Daemon had still not returned. So, Aenora decided just to go to Rhaenyras chambers like she was told.

As she got closer to her sisters chamber, she could feel a nervous knot in her stomach start to from.

"Nora?" Rhaenyras voice came from behind her.

Aenora turned to face her sister. She gave her an awkward smile. "Nyra, I was just coming to see you."

"I can see that." Rhaenyra laughed.

"Right. I want to speak to you about something... important." Aenora said.

"Come on then," Rhaenyra lead her sister into her chamber.

Aenora looked around the room, trying to find something to focus on. Her anxieties were getting the best of her.

Rhaenyra walked further into the room while taking off her jewelry.

"What is it?" Rhaenyra asked, trying to get her sisters attention.

"Daemon and I want to show you to show you that marriage is not only a duty." Aenora told her.

Rhaenyra tilted her head in confusion. "What?"

Aenora laughed when she realized what she said sounded a bit ridiculous.

"I am not watching you and Daemon have sex, if that's what you're implying." Rhaenyra shook her head at her sister.

Aenora choked on her saliva. "That is certainly not what I was implying."

Though, now that she thought about it, it was Daemon she was giving control to. And that could very well be a possibility with him and his bright ideas.

"Then what are you implying, sister?" Rhaenyra questioned.

"Uh, I actually don't know. I let Daemon plan this out, he just told me to meet you here." Aenora answered.

"Oh. So, I will be watching you and him fuck." Rhaenyra furrowed her eyebrows.

"I... I won't let it get that far." Aenora smiled, not knowing what else to do.

Rhaenyra could only laugh at Aenoras obvious distress.

"Does this have anything to do with Daemons plan?" Rhaenyra asked. She noticed the brown bag that was sat on her table.

"Like I said, I know nothing." Aenora told her.

The two girls pulled out everything that was inside of the bag, which consisted of: commoner clothes, shoes, and a piece of paper.

Rhaenyra unrolled the paper, revealing what looked to be a a map.

Aenora walked over to where the map said the secret door would be and pressed against it, almost falling when the door revealed itself.

"Seven hells, Daemon." Aenora fully regretted her decision.

Rhaenyra joined her sister, looking out into the secret stairway. Only she smiled when she saw it, unlike her sister whose face was paler than usual.

Rhaenyra threw a cloak, shirt, pants, and shoes towards Aenora, before turning away from her and undressing.

Aenora picked up the clothes and stared at them for awhile before dressing. Once she was finished tying the shoes, she pulled the cloaks hood over her head to hide her unmistakable, Targaryen hair.

Just by the cloak and hat Rhaenyra wore, she knew Daemons plan had something to do with going out into the city.

Aenora followed the map down the stairs, through the dungeon, and through another hall, with Rhaenyra following close behind.

When the two reached their destination they saw Daemon, smirking and leaning against the open doorway. He quickly turned around and began walking down the stairs, reaching behind him for his wife's hand. In which she gladly took, but also grabbing Rhaenyras so they wouldn't get split up.

"Where are we going?" Rhaenyra asked, curiously.

Daemon nor Aenora gave the girl an answer.

As they walked the streets, both sisters saw things they've never seen before. Aenora thought it both quite intriguing and frightening. She felt bad for finding her own people frightful.

Not only did they see a man with fire on his hands, but they also saw multiple fucking in corners and doorways.

Aenora looked to her little sister who was, to her surprise, smiling.

The older sister was looking around at other things when Rhaenyra bumped into a man.

"Fuck off, boy." The man said, making Rhaenyra smile.

"He called me boy." Rhaenyra said happily to Aenora and Daemon.

When Daemon passed Aenora a cup of ale, she passed it to Rhaenyra. She did not want to kill herself trying to drink whatever was mixed together to concoct the alcoholic beverage.

Rhaenyra coughed when she took a sip, causing Aenora to chuckle.

Aenora watched as her sister stopped at a man with no eyes.

"Do you wish to know your death, child?" He said.

Aenora cringed at the mans voice and looked upwards, where saw a stone dragon spit fire.

Her anxiety was even higher than before they left the castle. A part of her wished she never left the comforts of the Red Keeps walls. Though, she did try to enjoy it, like her sister seemed to be.

The three continued to walk until they came to a play, which Aenora soon figured out was about their family. Disrespectful, was what it was. Especially to her late mother.

Aenora felt anger towards the men that stood on the makeshift stage, and what made her feel angrier was the fact that there was nothing she could do.

Daemon pulled Aenora to him when he saw the disgusted look she had on her face. To some extent it calmed her.

"Lies! Slander! Boo!" Rhaenyra shouted.

Though no one but Daemon and Aenora paid any mind to her.

"Jest if you will, but many of the smallfolk are like to believe that, as a male, Aegon should be the heir." Daemon said to Rhaenyra.

"Would they do the same to her, though? She is the rightful heir." Rhaenyra asked, referring to Aenora.

"It is likely." Daemon said, looking to his wife.

Aenora knew it would be the same for her. For she too, is not and will never be a son.

"Either way, their wants are of no consequence." Rhaenyra began to walk away.

Daemon laughed as he and Aenora followed. "They're of great consequence if you expect to rule them one day."

"For one night, I wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance." Rhaenyra huffed. "I feel you would have better luck, sister."

"I am no man, sister. They clearly believe a man is who should sit the Iron Throne." Aenora told her.

"You are the first born child of the King and the rightful Queen. You are married to the prince who was the heir. And you have two sons. You would have more support than you think." Rhaenyra argued.

"As I've told father and Daemon, I do not want it." Aenora stated sternly.

"You should." Daemon whispered, only loud enough for her to hear.

Aenora rolled her eyes.

Rhaenyra was grabbing a piece of food when Daemon spoke out.

"Four coppers, street rat. In Kings Landing, we pay for our pleasures." Daemon said.

Quickly, Rhaneyra threw the food at Daemon and ran.

"Wait! Stop, boy!" The merchant yelled.

"Wait, I'll find him." Daemon told the man, dragging Aenora behind him.

Aenora tried her best to keep up with how fast Daemon was walking, but him pulling on her arm didn't help.

As the two turned the corner, they saw Rhaenyra being stopped by, who Aenora thought to be Ser Harwin Strong.

As Daemon and Aenora passed Harwin, the two men shared a nod.

"Enjoyed that, did you?" Daemon asked the younger Princess.

Aenora only shook her head in disapproval.

"Who knows when I'll next taste freedom." Rhaenyra joked.

The three of them laughed while walking.

Aenora went back to getting lost in her thoughts about the scenery. She thought about the play for awhile, and how hard it was going to be when Rhaenyra ascends the throne.

The two Princesses and Prince walked and walked until they were on Silk Street. A street known notoriously for its brothels.

Aenora stopped walking when she heard the sound of moans coming from the building before her.

Daemon snaked his arm around her waist and nudged her, as if silently telling her to walk.

When they walked into the brothel, Daemon pulled Aenora into a separate room. He took off his cloak along with Aenoras, letting her long, undone, white hair be revealed. She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. Normally, she would hate when her hair was down because of its length, which was down to her thighs, and it's tendency to get tangled.

Daemon and Aenora watched as Rhaenyra walked around, looking at things she'd probably never experience again.

"How is this supposed to teach her anything?" Aenora asked in a whisper.

"Be patient, my love." Daemon said as he pulled Aenoras back to his chest.

The two watched the young Princess for awhile longer before Daemon took his wife's hand and lead her to find Rhaenyra. They then began walking further back into the brothel.

Aenora was confused as to why no one gave them odd looks, considering they were no longer in disguise.

Daemon swiftly took off Rhaenyras hat and gave it to a man who was standing outside of a door, leaving her confused.

It was quieter, the room they had entered. Still moans and noises of pleasure, but there were no conversations behind had or talking of any sort. Just pleasure.

Both Aenora and Rhaenyra curiously looked around into each of the rooms. They saw naked bodies and, of course, a lot of sex.

Aenora didn't exactly know what Daemon was thinking when he brought them here, but she understood the idea of it. She could only hope Rhaenyra did too.

It didn't take long for the whispers about the two Princesses and stares began. Both women and men whispered to one another their names, which made Aenora utterly uncomfortable.

Once they reached what seemed to be the very back of the brothel, Daemon stopped walking and let the girls look around.

"What is this place?" Rhaenyra looked to Daemon, then to Aenora.

Aenora did not answer, she was busy looking at everything that was going on.

"It's where people come to take what they want." Daemon told her. He pulled Aenora closer to him, looking down at her.

Aenora's eyes were on everyone else but him.

"Fucking is a pleasure, you see." Daemon put his hand on the side of Aenoras face, making her look at him. "For a woman as it is the man."

Daemon looked at Rhaenyra once more before roughly kissing Aenora.

Rhaenyra stared at the two, unable to move or speak. Too much was happening in that moment for her to comprehend.

Aenora pulled away from the kiss. "It is only a duty if that is what you make it." She said, trying to catch her breath.

"Do you understand now?" Daemon questioned.

Rhaenyra stood there with her mouth slightly opened, trying to figure out what to say. It was as if words no longer existed, to her.

Aenora laughed, "I believe she does."

Daemon smiled down at his wife.

Rhaenyra did in fact learn what they were trying to teach her. Although, she thought they could've explained it through words instead of a brothel, but she was grateful for the one night of freedom.

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AUTHORS NOTE
My eyeballs hurt. So bad. I didn't know how to write this chapter, sooooo, yeah. but hennyways, drink water & go to sleep if you haven't but if you're waking up good morning babes.
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