Daemon was about to leave and take one of the open outside seats near where the Starks sat however he was stopped in his tracks by a voice "Would you mind joining me Daemon" he heard from his right-hand side. Turning around he can see the Queen who smiles at him gently.
"Of course your grace" Daemon says to Rhaella as he takes a seat next to her that was placed in case she invited anyone.
"Let me look at you," she asks though Daemon couldn't see himself refusing.
As the Queen inspected Daemon so too did he inspect her, she was beautiful almost ethereal looking, her silver hair perfectly reflected the sun and her violet eyes seemed a bit lighter than his own making them almost glow. She also had large breasts that were modestly hidden beneath her thick red gown that had lace and beadwork where her cleavage should be. She bounced Viserys on her knee as she looked at Daemon.
She was amazed by him as well, looking at him closely she found it hard to believe that he was not a Targaryen, she had been to Dragonstone before and had seen the tapestries they hung on the walls. Looking at Daemon was like staring at Aegon the Conqueror or at least the way he was depicted on the tapestries. She even started to believe that perhaps her husband had fathered a bastard which wouldn't be too unbelievable.
"You share a lot of similarities with my family, it is quite amazing even those who have Valyrian heritage don't look half as Targaryen as you do" she states though not in an unkind way.
"I'm afraid I never knew my mother or father so I couldn't tell you of my origins even if I wish to your grace" he says respectfully.
"Please do not be so formal, I wouldn't think of forcing you to give such private information just to satisfy my curiosity," she says with s smile.
Daemon relaxes a bit in his seat "Thank you, your Grace"
For a while, they watched the melee in relative silence Daemon studying the fighting and aura usage of those who fought, though some did not use aura and those fighters were immediately defeated.
"Do you believe you have a chance to win the melee Daemon" Rhaella asks suddenly snapping Daemon out of his observation.
Daemon looks at the Queen and shakes his head "I am hopeful and will fight until I fall to the floor, however as I've come to understand in this world sometimes the gap is too wide" he states getting a slow nod from her.
"What do you believe Ser Barristan," she asks with a smile as she looks back at the knight.
Barristan clears his throat "The lad has a decent chance, his aura ability will give him an advantage against those faster and stronger than he is, but if I had to be honest I think Richard Lonmouth may take this melee"
Rhaella scrunches her eyebrows "I've heard of that name before though I'm not sure where" she says while tapping her chin.
"He's being considered to be your son's squire now that he has been knighted. he's talented and works hard though he's a late bloomer only having had his aura unlocked for a few years" Barristan explains getting a look of understanding from Rhaella.
"Do you know how your next opponent is Daemon" Rhaella asks
Daemon nods his head "A knight I believe your grace, Ser Amory Lorch" he tells them, though at the mention of his name Barristan grimaces.
"Be careful with him lad, he's a rather foul man who's more of a common thug than a knight, if you'll pardon my language your grace" Barristan states with a bow of respect.
"No no, not at all Ser Barristan, by all means" she says with a smile that Daemon can't help but stare at.
"Be prepared for all manner of tricks lad, he's known for not fighting fairly" Barristan continues, though his explanation is cut short by the announcement of the next fight.
A small thin boy with short brown hair and a sharp face, he had a look of determination in his eyes as he stepped onto the platform "I didn't think the boy would have the stomach to enter the melee" Hoster said with a small chuckle.
Rhaella turns to her host "Do you know who the boy is Lord Tully" she asks getting a nod in return.
"The boy is my ward, Petyr Baelish, he's been away for a while as I refused my eldest daughter's hand in marriage when I started considering betrothals. He is rather weak and untalented so he begged my brother to let him train under him, been a year since so I'm interested to see if he's grown at all" Hoster says as he observes the fight with interest.
The person he is fighting surprises Daemon, it's Marq Piper, Edmures clings on. Now that he thought about it, it made sense that Edmure would be in the melee, he's the heir and an aura user and arrogant. The announcer starts to the right and both of them flare their aura, it's easy to see what Lord Tully meant when he said Petyr wasn't talented, his 'Enhance' was small an indication of the amount of aura he had access to, in fact, it looked similar to the amount Daemon had when he met Lyanna.
Marq Piper on the other hand wasn't any more impressive, he looked to be an average talent though you could see his control over his aura was rough, he had not put in the hard work to become great. Though based on their auras alone Marq looked to be the one who would win.
Lysa had left her chair without anyone noticing and came over to Daemon, though Barristan and her father noticed they chose not to say anything, she sat down next to him and had a sad look on her face. Daemon leaned over and whispered to her "Is everything okay?" He asked and she sighed and nodded.
"Before you came here Petyr was my only friend, I used to believe I loved him and that he loved me but I was wrong" Lysa said solemnly.
"What happened?" Daemon asked as he held onto the sleeve of her dress to not be caught holding her hand in public.
(Flashback)
"RAHHHHHHHHHHH" a young boy shouted as he threw a table across the room, his aura activated. There wasn't much aura surrounding him but even a small amount of aura can put someone on the levels of the strongest men.
Lysa knocked softly on the door but she only continued hearing the crashing of objects and screaming. She let herself in to see that Petyr was punching the castle wall small cracks forming into it "Petyr! What's wrong!? Please stop it you'll hurt yourself!" She says in a panic as she runs to the short boy barely a few inches taller than herself.
Petyr whose face looked to be streaming with tears leaned against the wall laughing helplessly "Your sister is going to be betrothed, it hasn't been decided who but looks to be some northern savage" he simply states to her.
Lysa didn't understand why this was such bad news "That is good news, no wonder Cat was so dreamy today, this is what she has always wanted"
Petyr snorted at her words "Yeah... amazing news" he says in a sarcastic voice.
Lysa's heart started beating fast 'Perhaps if Father is entertaining betrothals for Cat he'd allow us to get betrothed'
Petyr's aura dissipated as he could no longer maintain it and he breathed heavily sweating "I tried to ask for the betrothal... but Lord Tully laughed, he said what she would I have for such a weak boy!" He said shouting the last part as he punched the wall.
Lysa felt herself panic, she now understood why he was so angry and she was angry as well "Maybe if we go to him together Petyr he'll take us more seriously and allow you to marry me"
Petyr looked confused for a second as he looked at her "You?... oh I had forgotten about your interest in me, something I only feigned in return" he said simply as if the words were used in casual conversation.
"It's never been you... it's always been Cat she's always been the one, she's beautiful and intelligent and gracious. How could I ever have any interest in you while your sister is there?" Petyr said with a humourless laugh.
Lysa felt her heart shatter as she shrunk into herself defaulting to how she always was in front of the boy she thought loved her, tears fell from her face hitting the stone floor as she rubbed her hands together in an aggressive manner "I-I-I t-thought you l-loved me" she stuttered out as she struggles to maintain her composure.
Petyr laughs though the laugh has no substance, it's empty "I can't stand you... I befriended you as I wanted to get close to Cat every time we spent alone was hell, taking me to that stupid pool telling me you bathed like a savage and expecting me to climb outside onto the roof of the tower and risk my life. Cat is a real woman who'd never do such things" he continued, the only reason Petyr was being so harsh at the moment was because he'd had a bit to drink and he knew she'd never tell anyone.
He pushes himself off the wall "Every moment we spent together I'd imagine you were your sister, when I eventually took your Maidenhead I would've turned you around and taken you from behind and imagine you were Cat"
It was then it became too much to bare and Lysa ran out of his room tears freely falling. She spent most of the night crying and the rest of the day she spent in her room. She didn't talk to anyone and didn't try to befriend anyone, the only person she talked to was her sister whom she'd listen to gush about getting betrothed. It became a relief when she heard Petyr was leaving for a while to train under her uncle.
(Flashback End)
(AN: Damnnnn I guess Petyr is not the guy Lysa thought he was. Big surprise. Anyway Rhaella is more important, in my story (which means it's basically canon). She has these fat mommy milkers that almost tear her dress in half. That's what the real important aspect of this story is)
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