Elaena bit her thumb nail nervously as she stood on the docks of King’s Landing. She’d loved the Port as a girl, playing amongst the hustle and bustle of travelers and merchants coming and going. It felt so much more alive than the stuffy castle with full of people too preoccupied with manners to ever live. As she grew though, El saw it was more than that. It was a place that could take her far far away. Farther than she’d ever dreamed. Once, she’d thought farther than her troubles could go.
She’d been wrong.
“Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m the only one that’s cruel in this room. You asked why Rhae got to live. Would you prefer it if she hadn’t? Because it would be fair?” The baby he had forced her to kill would always be a thorn at his side; a topic that would always resurface whenever Elaena wished to spur some sort of guilt inside him. Even if he did feel guilt, he refused to show it; that would be weakness.
His eyes shifted to the balcony and he walked there choosing to look outside at the city instead of his wife. “I would have brought them here if I though it was safe. Rhae was taken right under our noses; Rhae and five other highborns were taken right under our noses.”
"I would have preferred they both live, Daeron! Jesus, I’m not a monster. Not like you.", she said her blood starting to boil. She couldn’t fight with him now, not when all of the chips were in his possession.
"Let me go to them. I don’t know where you are keeping them, but if I did I would gladly go to them. Just please let me. Even if it’s only for a few days, or hours even.", she said turning to him. El’s voice was pleading even though she knew too well it did no good to plead with Daeron.
"Maybe I could even stay with them indefinitely, I’d be out of your hair. You could spend as much time as you want with Rhae and work on your plans to take the Throne."
His brows furrowed in confusion and he turned his head to look at his sister; had she lost her mind? What kind of question is ‘Why?’. He rescued his daughter, he discovered where everyone was kept, in a way he saved them, too.
Daeron resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Elaena’s sentimentalism. She had always been a little too sensitive or maybe she seemed that way next to him. “I risked my life for Rhae because her life was in danger. Visenya and Baelor are safe where they are. Don’t rush to make assumptions that I would idly stand by if something happened to them?” He felt closer to Rhaenys, that was true, maybe it was because they understood each other in whatever crazy way that could happen, or maybe because he had purposedly kept his two other children in Dragonstone. “Are you really going to compare what happened to Rhae with reading a bed time story to Visenya? Do these two things seem comparible to you?”
When she paused he turned his back to her again and went on with undressing himself. He heard her voice breaking and the name that followed, the name she had given to a baby that wasn’t even born, that he hadn’t let be born because he wanted an heir, because Aegon had two sons already. He stopped, his shirtless figure looking right at him from the mirror in front of him. “They could have killed her too. Aegon and Deia could have killed Rhae; be done with our sister’s disgrace but they chose not to. Same way I chose an heir.” Daeron was never one to soften his words, not when he was talking to family, not when he didn’t have to pretend and he didn’t care if his words would be hurtful. If Elaena cannot handle the truth, she shouldn’t ask for it.
El looked at her husband awestruck. He’d always been cruel, and blunt, and unfeeling for her but since reconnecting with Rhae she’d thought.. well, she must’ve been wrong. Nothing could change Daeron Targaryen.
She turned back to him, unyielding to his cruelty. “Why keep them from me now? Visenya and Baelor, I mean. I’m not the disgraced failure you rescued from that whorehouse anymore. I’ve lost my will to fight you on this, so I won’t.. I just.. I wish I could see my children.”
He guessed she meant Rhae’s rescue and safe return in King’s Landing. I didn’t do it for you, he thought but held his tongue. There was no need for a fight at the moment. They had had more than enough fights in the few years of their marriage. “She’s my daughter. I would do anything I could do to save her.” he said in a passive tone as he undid his doublet.
“You’ve been waiting here to tell me this?” It seemed highly unlikely that Elaena would make time out of whatever it was she doing or who to come and thank him for something so given as rescuing his own daughter.
"I’ve been wondering, why, Daeron.", she said cooly. Suddenly, she hd to face, had to see his face when she asked him a question that had been on her lips since she discovered Rhaenys was his daughter.
"Why do you love your bastard so much more than your actual children? How could you have a heart big enough to risk your life saving Rhae but not big enough to read Visenya a bed time story.", she said with tears blurring her vision, but she held them back. She needed an answer, not him whining about her emotions.
"And why,", she oaused because her voice was breaking, "Did Rhae get to live when..", El took a deep breath, "When Deia couldn’t?”
I am happy to see you too.
Are you unhappy?
[El felt that she owed Rhae too much to lie to her] Not always. Like now, I’m happy to see you.