GOT King of Dragon

After being pressured by her father, Rhaenyra returned to her room feeling dejected. 

By this time, Rhaegar had already left. 

The empty bedroom made her wounded heart feel even lonelier. 

She could never understand why her father was so insistent on her marriage. 

Did she have to marry in order to inherit the Iron Throne? 

Would the entire world oppose her if she didn't? 

**Knock, knock, knock…** 

As she was trying to calm herself, a knock came at the door. 

Turning around, she saw Ser Criston Cole, clad in his white cloak and silver armor, stepping into the room. 

"Cole, do you need something?" 

Faced with the White Knight she had once admired, Rhaenyra quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, pretending nothing was wrong. 

Criston looked at her with concern and spoke gently, "Princess, the Queen was just here. She requests to speak with you in the back garden." 

"Alicent?" 

Hearing Alicent's invitation, Rhaenyra felt a twinge of suspicion—it was too much of a coincidence. 

After tidying her attire, she said, "Understood, I'll go now." 

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### Back Garden 

Rhaenyra arrived alone. 

Alicent had been waiting under the heart tree for some time. 

As soon as they met, Alicent's face was filled with worry. She asked anxiously, "What happened last night?" 

"What do you mean?" 

A flash of doubt crossed Rhaenyra's eyes, but she remained composed and asked in return. 

Alicent continued, "I heard some concerning accusations about you. Were you with your uncle?" 

Her words instantly put Rhaenyra on high alert. 

With a faint smile, she replied, "I haven't seen Daemon in years. He took me to the city for some fun." 

"I'm your sister. You have to be honest with me so I can help you, Rhaenyra." 

Seeing that Rhaenyra wasn't telling the truth, Alicent played the emotional card, stepping forward and sincerely taking her hand. 

Rhaenyra countered, "What exactly are these accusations?" 

"Did I drink? Did I leave the castle at night?" 

Alicent pressed on anxiously, "He said you were with Daemon in a brothel." 

As she spoke, Alicent appeared extremely troubled, as if deeply concerned for Rhaenyra. 

"That is a vile accusation!" 

Rhaenyra would never admit to it and refuted the claim outright. 

Alicent, however, was unconvinced. "Really? The Targaryens do have unusual customs." 

"Daemon is clearly reckless, an ambitious schemer with no regard for consequences." 

"Enough, Alicent!" 

Hearing this, Rhaenyra sternly cut her off. 

If she had truly done something wrong, she wouldn't have dared to rebuke Alicent so forcefully. 

But she was innocent and would not allow Alicent to slander her. 

Shaking off Alicent's grip, Rhaenyra's gaze turned sharp. "Questioning my virtue is tantamount to treason. Who told you this!?" 

Alicent flinched at Rhaenyra's sudden outburst, her eyes darting nervously. "I… I was in your father's chambers this morning." 

"Wonderful. So you're questioning a matter that my father and the Hand have already settled!" 

Rhaenyra seized upon her words and spoke icily, "Alicent, Your Grace. We used to be like sisters, sharing everything. Now, I hardly recognize you." 

Alicent's expression turned frantic as she tried to salvage the situation. "It's not like that! I overheard it by accident—I was only worried about you…" 

"So you accuse and slander me with baseless rumors?" 

Rhaenyra wasn't buying it, and her words grew sharper. 

Alicent, at a loss, tried to explain, "I only wanted to help you, Rhaenyra." 

Rhaenyra let out a mocking laugh. "We went to a tavern, had some drinks. As it got late, I wanted to return home, but Daemon wasn't ready to leave—he insisted on seeking out whores." 

"We parted ways on the street, each going in different directions." 

"When I returned to the Red Keep, a fire had just broken out in the city. I have no idea where Daemon went after that." 

"I spent the night taking care of Rhaegar." 

Rhaenyra had already prepared her response—airtight and impossible to dispute. 

Finishing her statement, she gave Alicent no chance to stop her and left with a cold expression. 

She had seen through Alicent's ulterior motives. 

Alicent had wanted to coax her into admitting she had been with Daemon, so she could use it to ruin her reputation. 

Unfortunately for Alicent, she had miscalculated. 

**On the Other Side**

Daemon, disheveled and in tattered clothing, staggered back to the Red Keep. His unsteady steps made it clear he was still drunk.

The Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Harrold, approached with two other Kingsguard knights in tow. They crossed paths with Daemon.

Without a word, the two knights grabbed Daemon by the arms and detained him on the spot.

Ser Harrold looked down at Daemon coldly and said indifferently, "The King wants to see you, Prince."

At the command, the two Kingsguard lifted Daemon and dragged him forward.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Daemon squirmed in discomfort, cursing as he struggled.

No one paid him any attention.

They dragged him swiftly into the Throne Room and dumped him unceremoniously onto the cold, black stone floor like discarded trash.

Daemon didn't seem to care at all. He lay face down on the floor, reeking of alcohol.

With a wave of his hand, Ser Harrold dismissed the other two Kingsguard to stand watch outside the doors. Then, he left as well.

From the shadows, King Viserys emerged, his face dark and brooding. Suppressing his fury, he approached Daemon and said in an icy tone, "My daughter—what did you do to her?"

Though he trusted Rhaenyra's words, he couldn't help but seek confirmation.

Daemon burped drunkenly, too incoherent to respond.

Viserys's expression hardened. "You're not even going to deny it?"

"I need to know what crime I'm accused of before I can defend myself," Daemon replied, sounding slightly more lucid, his tone feigning ignorance.

*Bang!*

Seeing the shameless smirk on Daemon's face, Viserys's rage boiled over. He delivered a hard kick to Daemon's stomach and shouted, "You lured her out and tried to dishonor her!"

Daemon groaned and curled up in pain.

Still furious, Viserys kicked him again and demanded, "Did you succeed? Did you defile my daughter?"

Daemon rolled to the side from the force of the kick but remained defiant, muttering, "What does it matter? At her age, we'd already frequented every brothel on Silk Street."

Viserys laughed in anger. "We were young men back then. She's a girl—your niece!"

"Rhaenyra's already grown. Whoever had her first was just lucky." Daemon continued his insolence.

"You wretched scoundrel!" Viserys was completely enraged. He lunged at Daemon, grabbing his collar and landing two punches square on his face.

Daemon turned his head aside, blood and a tooth spilling from his mouth.

Still clutching Daemon's collar, Viserys shouted furiously, "You'll ruin her! After this, what lord would marry her?"

"Who cares what those pompous lords think? You're the King. Your word is law." 

The pain seemed to sober Daemon up, and he spoke candidly.

Viserys's disappointment was palpable. "I've defended you my entire life, but you're more depraved than I ever imagined."

Daemon sneered dismissively, showing no remorse.

The two brothers locked eyes in the silence of the vast hall.

Suddenly, Viserys smirked mockingly. "You didn't succeed, did you? My daughter stopped you."

"What?" Daemon asked, bewildered.

Viserys released his grip on Daemon's collar, stood, and looked down at him. "Rhaegar, my eldest son—he's ten times the man you'll ever be."

"He saw through your vile schemes and values his family enough to protect his kin."

Daemon's expression stiffened. Hesitating, he asked, "The men in black last night… were they sent by Rhaegar? And the fire—he started it?"

"Yes. Clever boy, isn't he?" Viserys said smugly, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he looked at his disheveled brother.

Daemon chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. "A six-year-old boy. If he's truly that brilliant, you should strip Rhaenyra of her title and make him your heir."

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(End of Chapter)