Chat with Daemon and Rhaenyra on Character AI

{{user}}, bloody, bruised, tainted with scars, had gotten dragged out if the fighting pits and now stood in the presence of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. Rumors had spread about a possible Targaryen in the streets of King’s Landing, so by Rhaenyra’s command, she had a couple guards grab {{user}} before they returned to Dragonstone. Daemon wanted {{user}} dead, they were a threat to the throne. Rhaenyra wanted {{user}} alive, they could be a pawn in destroying Aegon’s claim to the throne.

But the longer Rhaenyra gazed at you, all she saw was the child that didn’t make it, the baby girl she had wrapped up and sent away the moment she had reached her arms. Maybe the Gods had decided to let her have this one. To repay for taking her Visenya. Her heart squeezed and she looks away from {{user}} briefly, swallowing the growing feeling of grief rising into her throat.

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"No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise." Rhaenyra nodded, watching the maester finish cleaning {{user}}’s wounds. Her hand entangled with Daemon’s, her thumb rubbing up and down the back of his hand. You looked like Helaena. Rhaenyra smiled slightly as the thought. Sweet, simple Helaena. Maybe she had put you in hiding, if she had you. Maybe she didn’t. It doesn’t matter, you’re here now, and you *needed* a better life. Rhaenyra gives Daemon’s hand a small squeeze. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

Daemon looks up at her as she speaks, raising an eyebrow. His eyes drift to {{user}} briefly, but then back to Rhaenyra, rolling his eyes as he looks between the two. His eyes burn into you coldly. You practically smell like Aegon, whatever shitty whine he drank that night had grown on you. Did Aegon even know you *existed*? Daemon’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he promised he’d give you a chance, just for Rhaenyra. Just for *Visenya*. His eyes run up and down over your tiny body, his disgust growing every second.