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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
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WHEN AENORA AND HER FAMILY
arrived in Kings Landing it was almost nightfall. Aenora didn't take much time to greet everyone but Rhaenyra and her father, because she had become tired from their journey.

Daemon could see how exhausted she had become and insisted she were to go to bed.

Aenora had forgotten how tiring being with child and traveling could be. As soon as she laid down in the bed she drifted off into sleep.

Daemon and Emely sat with her while she slept in case she needed anything, while Lydia took care of the children. Daemon sat on the bed with Aenora laying on his chest and Emely sat on a chair not too far away.

"Never thought I'd see the 'Rogue Prince' so domesticated," Emely said, breaking the silence.

Daemon looked at the brunette, "Trust me when I say, it is only with her."

"I'm sure. But still, never thought I'd see it." Emely admired the love between Aenora and Daemon and how she could tame such a man. "To be honest, I was surprised that you didn't take Dark Sister to Jason Lannisters throat when Aenora told what he had said during the royal hunt."

Daemon gave Emely a confused look. But, when he heard the name Lannister he could guess that what said was not something Aenora wanted to him to know, causing him to clench his jaw.

Emely swallowed harshly once she realized her mistake, "Unless she didn't... tell you."

"I suggest you tell me, Emely." Daemon said in a scarily calm tone.

There was no debate whether she could or couldn't tell him. He was Daemon. He may have said he suggested it, but it was no suggestion at all.

Emely looked down to her hands, "At the hunt, Jason told Aenora that if you weren't to return from Stepstones,.. he'd be glad to take her as his wife and accept your children as his own."

Daemon clicked his tongue and smirked. Quite honestly Daemon found it was funny that Jason thought he wasn't going to return, and that he had the audacity to even speak to his wife.

He knew why Aenora didn't tell him.

"Jason Lannister," Daemon said, more to himself than to Emely.

Emely nor Daemon spoke anymore of the incident, and, or what he was going to do to the Lannister.

Soon Daemon fell sleep next time his wife, and Emely left to find Lydia and the children.

The day of Rhaenyras wedding feast came quick. And all day, Aenora had been preparing herself. She had left Daemon in charge of her sons and daughter.

In the morning she had taken a very long bath, while reading her book. And after, she had prepped her skin with an assortment of oils.

When she was finished with her bath, she had many dresses brought in for her to choose from. But she chose one in particular. She chose her one of her mothers old dresses, which was different shades of pink and had hints of gold. It was the dress Aemma had worn when she, too, was pregnant, and fit Aenora perfectly.

Aenora left her hair down, with small strands braided. And on top of her head was a small, gold, tiara piece. Which Lydia and Emely had specifically picked out for her.

She looked like a dream.

The Princess looked at herself in the mirror. She admired her mothers dress. Her heart ached at the thought of Aemma. She partly wondered if her mother would've been proud of her.

"You look stunning, Nora," Emely gushed.

"You really do," Lydia agreed.

Aenora smiled happily at the pair, "Why thank you, sisters."

Emely and Lydia looked at one another, smiling. They've always known they were a part of her family, but her words just confirmed it. Aenora loved them as much as they loved her.

"My darling wife, beautiful as ever," Daemons voice came from the other side of room, causing Aenora to look at him in the mirror.

Her heart fluttered at his compliment.

Daemon moved towards Aenora, wrapping his arms around her and placing his hands on her stomach.

Lydia and Emely exited the room to give them their privacy.

"You look handsome, husband," Aenora placed her hands on top of his.

"How are you feeling?" Daemon asked.

"I am well rested for once, I feel wonderful." Aenora replied with a small smile on her face.

Daemon pecked her neck, "Good. If you get tired while we are there, don't force yourself to stay."

Aenora nodded.

She knew her limits, but she would tend to push them and Daemon knew that.

"The children are with your half-siblings and some maidens. They'll be put to sleep to bed soon," Daemon informed her.

"I'm glad our little ones get along with Alicents children, usually they don't get along with any other children," Aenora said.

"It is surprising. It could be because they're related," Daemon shrugged.

"I don't know. But, I do believe I am ready for the feast," Aenora told him, taking one last look at herself in the mirror.

Daemon too took one last look at his wife before putting his hand out for her, "Lady-wife."

Aenora gladly took his hand, "Lord-husband."

Aenora and Daemon walked and in hand towards the throne room, where the feast was being held.

Once the large doors opened, their names and titles were announce by the man standing on the side of the stairs.

"Princess Aenora Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne, and Future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And her husband, Prince Daemon Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone, and future King Consort."

As the pair walked in, everyone stood for them.

The future soft and gentle Queen and violent and impulsive King.

Rhaenyra smiled at her sister, in which Aenora returned. Though, Rhaenyra paid no mind to Daemon, what so ever. She was still angry with him, as she had the right. Rhaenyra sometimes wondered if Aenoras softness, and willingness to forgive so easily, was a good or bad thing.

Aenora and Daemon took a seat next to the Hand at the main table.

"She's still upset with you," Aenora said quietly.

"Mhm," Daemon took a sip of the wine.

Aenora looked to the side of her father, where Alicent was supposed to be but wasn't. She gave her father a questioning look, only for him to press his lips together.

"The Hightower cunt isn't here," Aenora whispered to her husband.

Daemon down, trying his best not to laugh at her statement.

"'Cunt' huh?" Daemon smirked.

"Yes, 'cunt'. She may have birthed my siblings, but she will forever and always be a cunt to me." Aenora told him.

Aenora's hatred for Alicent only grew over the years. Especially after Rhaenyra told her about Alicent sticking her nose where it shouldn't be, and by that she meant the whole brothel incident.

Daemon could only smile at the Princess. He didn't think that his loving wife could hate someone, but he was completely wrong. But he understood why. Personally, he hated the entire Hightower family. They were all obnoxious, in his opinion.

Everyone was deep in their own conversations when Jason Lannister walked up to the table, making Daemon shift in his seat and his fists clenched underneath the table.

"Your Grace, you have made a fine match for the Princess," Jason smiled.

"Thank you, Lord Jason." Rhaenyra spoke before Viserys could. "I could think of no better man than Ser Laenor."

"Well, the Princess Aenora and Prince Daemon's wedding was marvelous," Jason looked to Aenora and Daemon. "I can't imagine what you have planned for Princess Rhaenyra."

Aenora looked to Daemon, who was staring holes into the side of Jason's head.

"It'll be one for the histories," Viserys said.

"Where is the Queen? I was hoping to pay my respects," Jason asked.

Aenora had almost forgotten, after Rhaenyra and her father spoke, Otto was dismissed as Hand, which was why Lyonel Strong was now sitting with them.

"I understand the Queen is still readying herself for the celebrations," Viserys explained.

Jason grinned, "This is why men wage war because women would never be ready for the battle in time."

Aenora rolled her eyes at the man's misogynistic joke. She wondered, did he truly think he was funny? It was pathetic in her mind.

She felt bad for whoever had to marry this joke of a person.

"Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason." Rhaenyra said, clearly unimpressed.

"Princess, Your Grace," Jason bowed his head before walking to Aenora and Daemon.

As Jason was walking down the steps, Daemon got up from his seat and followed.

Aenora watched intently. She knew immediately nothing good was to come from this.

"Lord Jason Lannister," Daemon said, causing the Lannister man to turn around.

"My Prince. What a pleasure. How are you?" Jason asked.

Daemon smirked at him, "Better than you."

In one swift movement Daemon drew his sword from his belt and cut off Jason's head. The head flew onto one of the tables and into one of the Hightower ladies plate, while the body dropped to the floor. Blood spewed everywhere.

Everyone gasped, and a few screams could be heard. Aenora, along with the rest of the table, stood up.

"Daemon!" Aenora yelled.

"I told you," Rhaenyra said to her sister.

One of the other Lannister men drew his sword to Daemon, causing Viserys to yell.

"Daemon! Go back to your seat!"

And Daemon did just that.

Aenora looked back and forth between Viserys and Daemon. Waiting for Viserys to do something. But, to her surprise he did nothing.

She stared at her husband in disbelief. "Why?" She asked.

"Emely told me," he answered.

When realization hit Aenora, she had no words. She knew this was going to happen, which is why she didn't tell him in the first place.

After a moment, Aenora began to laugh.

Daemon looked at her, concerned. "What?"

"His head went flying onto the Hightowers table," Aenora continued to laugh.

Daemon shook his head at his wife, though, it wasn't in disapproval, more in disbelief. She was laughing at a severed head. More importantly, she was laughing at a dead man.

As the night went on Aenora became tired and bored of sitting. She'd much rather be with her children than in a room full of strangers.

Daemon as well. He hated half the people in the room.

Daemon and Aenora watched as Rhaenyra and Laenor started to dance.

Aenora watched in awe. He little sister was growing up. She could still remember running around the gardens with her when they were young and didn't have a care in the world. She missed those days, though she wouldn't change a thing about her life.

"Why didn't we do that at our wedding?" Daemon asked.

"Would you have wanted to?" Aenora questioned.

"No," Daemon replied, making Aenora snort.

"Do you want to now?" Aenora looked at him.

Daemon was quiet for a moment.

"Yes," Daemon stood up and and put his hand out for her.

Aenora furrowed her eyes brows before taking his hand.

Daemon led her onto the floor and began to dance with her.

This was strange to Aenora. She never thought this was something she and Daemon would be doing, ever, but there they were. She was happy. The only thing that could make that moment better was if their children were with them.

Everything was perfect. At least it was. Until screams started erupting from the crowd and everyone started pushing and shoving.

Aenora lost sight of Daemon and somehow ended up in the middle of the crowd. Fear over took her body as she began getting pushed around.

"Daemon!" She yelled, but there was no response. Aenora frantically looked around for her husband but, still, she could not find him.

Aenora tried making her way out of the crowd but she had no luck, she was trapped. She continued to call out for Daemon.

"Aenora!"

Aenora looked to where her name was being called from and saw her sister.

"Nyra," Aenora said.

Aenora began to push through towards her sister but as soon as she was in arms length to Rhaenyra, she thrown into a table.

The last thing she saw was people looking down at her before everything went black.

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AUTHORS NOTE
i'm speeding up the chapters to get to the next act. if i didn't the chapters would just be a whole lot of nothing.
anyways, thoughts?