Elaena stared at her husband in disbelief as he held his hands out to her.

"A proposal?" Elaena questioned. "To Daemerea?" She continued. She half expected him to say that he was joking and that the proposal was for Viserra. After all, Viserra was the elder sister.

"Who is the proposal from?" Rhaenar dropped his hands, realizing that Elaena wasn't going to take them. He realized that she wasn't happy at all.

"Lord Tyrell." Elaena was almost relieved when she heard the name. Lord Tyrell's son was the same age as her daughter.

It was as if the gods had sent Rhaenar to be Elaena's own personal hell because he noticed her relief and immediately had to do something to make her concerned again.

"His wife passed many months ago. He'd like to remarry, and I suggested Daemerea." Elaena's eyes went wide once again, feeling a sense of dread overcoming her.

Lord Tyrell didn't make the proposal for his son. He made it for himself.

She also didn't understand why Rhaenar wanted to marry Daemerea off. He himself had agreed that she was far too young and that she would choose her own husband one day.

"You agreed that she was too young." Elaena repeated her thoughts to her husband.

"I only agreed to that because I didn't want my daughter marrying the scum of a child that Queen Alicent wants to sit the Iron Throne one day."

Elaena didn't know what to say. Her husband was marrying her daughter off to a Lord that was older than she was.

"Lord Tyrell is 62. What made you think that you could marry our daughter off to a man who is fifty years older than she is?"

Rhaenar rolled his eyes. "She is my daughter. I may marry her off to anyone I deem fit."

Elaena let out a scoff. "She is my daughter too. I should have a say in who she marries."

"The choice has been made, Elaena. It is too late." Elaena let out a sarcastic laugh before walking out of her and her husband's chamber. She knew he was cruel, but he didn't think that he would be that cruel.

Solace was hard to find from a house like the Targaryens. Elaena learned that when she was young. Her parents would comfort her on occasion, but it was mostly her mother.

She vowed to be different to her children, but Rhaenar didn't feel the same way.

Elaena walked outside, looking out to sea as she stood on a balcony. She felt the breeze go through her hair as she looked down.

When she was young, she would think of jumping to escape whatever her duties held for her, but now she could no longer imagine it. She couldn't leave her children.

"Has sleep alluded you, sister?" Elaena turned around, startled by the voice. When she saw who it was, however, she was no longer panicked.

Daemon Targaryen stared at his sister. Somehow, she looked even more beautiful in the moonlight.

"Oh. It's you." Elaena muttered, slightly relieved that it wasn't Rhaenar.

Daemon gave her a small smile before joining her. "Did Viserys at least get everything under control?" Elaena asked.

"What do you think?" Elaena shook her head.

"Why is there always something that happens when I come to visit?" Daemon chuckled, shrugging at her question.

A silence fell among the siblings as they listened to the waves crashing against the shore.

"I know you were with Rhaenyra," Elaena spoke, causing Daemon to look down at her. "At your wife's funeral, nonetheless."

Daemon rarely felt any guilt for anything he'd done, but around his sister, he felt guilty even when he didn't wrong her.

He always felt guilty for not stopping her wedding to Rhaenar.

"Gods Daemon, what have we become? Are the days gone where we were happy?"

Elaena turned away for a brief moment, but Daemon didn't answer her question.

"Rhaenar is marrying Daemerea off to Lord Tyrell, and there's nothing I can do about it." Daemon got a strange look on his face.

Lord Tyrell was an old man known for taking pleasure in having sons. Even though he'd only known her for a few days, he knew that Daemerea was a girl of 12. It was cruel to suggest a marriage between a girl that young and a man that old.

He walked closer to Elaena, putting his hand on her shoulder. Elaena turned around, looking up at Daemon.

Just before she wanted to speak, they were interrupted. "Muña? (Mother?)" She heard, seeing none other than Daemerea waiting for her.

She couldn't bear to look at the child knowing what she knew.

"Dae. Come, let us go back to bed." The girl shook her head, staring at her mother.

"Is it true?" She asked. "Is what true?" Elaena countered. "Father wants me to marry Lord Tyrell?"

Elaena's eyes widened as she walked to her daughter, Daemon joining her, but standing a fair distance away.

"My dear girl." Elaena hugged her daughter. "I will speak to the King about this matter. Your father will have to reason with him." Daemerea nodded as her mother let go.

Elaena wanted to take her daughter to bed, but Daemerea stopped her. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your conversation. I will see myself to bed." Daemerea said as she looked at her uncle.

He looked like he had a burning desire to say something to her mother, so she decided that she would walk back to bed by herself.

Elaena shook her head, but Daemerea leaned in closer to her, whispering in the woman's ear.

"I think the Prince wants to tell you something." Elaena looked at her daughter, a small smile on her face.

"Very well then." Daemerea walked off back to bed as Elaena turned to Daemon.

"She believes you want to tell me something." Daemon had a small smirk on his face as he looked down at his sister.

"She would be correct." He spoke. "I didn't sleep with Rhaenyra." Elaena's eyes widened ever so slightly, but they widened even more when he leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Daemon..." Elaena muttered. "What if someone sees us?" Daemon smirked. "Then let's go somewhere where they won't."

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Daemerea would never lie to her mother. Or she would never lie about something that mattered, anyway.

In reality, she didn't head to bed. She was on her way to the kitchen. She couldn't sleep, and she thought something in there might help.

As she walked to the kitchen, she spotted a small girl walking out of there with a huge jug of wine, causing her to duck behind a wall.

Thinking the girl would say something about her not being in bed, she hid to keep herself safe, but it soon became clear that she wasn't paying any attention to her. She was heading to Prince Aegon's room.

Daemerea quickly made it her priority to skip her kitchen visit and follow the girl, making her steps as small as she could.

She always made sure there was a hiding spot nearby in case someone came by.

They eventually made it to Aegon's room, where Daemerea stood almost directly behind the girl. The girl couldn't see her, however.

When the door to the young princes' chamber opened, the stench of wine immediately overwhelmed Daemerea, causing her to almost reveal herself, but she managed to stay hidden.

The girl quickly left, forgetting that she'd left the door open, and Daemerea took the opportunity to look inside.

Daemerea was a curious girl by nature. She couldn't control her snooping even if she tried.

Aegon, as drunk as he was, managed to see the young girl. "Seems like you can't leave me alone, can you?" He said, startling the girl ever so slightly.

"Come in, you are terrible at hiding." He said, his speech slurred. Daemerea carefully stepped into the room, trying her best to breathe through her mouth.

It was then that she noticed that Aegon was sitting on the floor beside his bed. She moved closer to him as he looked up.

"It seems like you need this more than I do." Aegon handed her the cup of wine as she sat down, and she took a sip, not realizing how disgusting it would be.

She managed to swallow it and not spit it out, and after a while, it did seem to make her feel a bit better.

The two sat in silence for a while, each drinking from their respective 'glasses'. In reality, Aegon didn't even have a glass. He just drank straight from the jug.

Daemerea had heard about the effects of wine before. It did make your tongue a little looser, and she was living proof that it was true.

When she finished her wine, she turned to the white-haired boy to the left of her.

"Your mother seems nice." She said, causing Aegon to let out a chuckle. "She's a delight." He said, taking another sip of the wine he still had left.

Another silence fell among the cousins for a bit before Aegon started speaking. "She was right. I was drowning in my cups while my brother's eye was cut out." He said, sounding genuinely guilty for once.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think my father is making me marry a man who is more than forty years older than I am. " Aegon gave her a small grimace as he drank the remainder of the wine.

"You might as well be marrying a dead man." The girl didn't respond, opting to let another silence fall between them.

This was the first time she'd bonded with any of her cousins. Sure, she'd spoken to all of them, but this was the only time she spoke about anything meaningful.

Footsteps could be heard outside as the two stared at each other. Daemerea walked to the door, hiding behind it as Aegon quickly got into bed.

A guard looked into Aegon's room but found nothing out of place, as he didn't see Daemerea. When the guard was gone, she quickly slipped outside and walked back to her room.

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A/N- I'm lowkey living for the secondary romance between Daemon and Elaena (I only realized that the names were the same as TVD when I wrote this chapter), but the romance between Aegon and Daemerea is slowly blossoming.

Also, Daemon wasn't lying to Elaena. He didn't sleep with Rhaenyra. The whole thing still plays out like in the show, but she only kisses him, and he stops her.

And, I have no idea who to use as a face claim for Lord Tyrell, but I'll eventually figure it out. Until the next chapter ~D