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The vision of Daemon on Caraxes and Rhaenyra on Syrax over King's Landing sent the city into a panic. The commoners crowded through the narrow streets in an attempt to escape the sight of the dragons, particularly the wrath of the Rogue Prince.
Thirteen knights of House Hightower and one hundred men-at-arms managed to hold the River Gate for eight hours, both from attacks from within and without the city. The other six gates were torn down, and the Black army surrounded the castle, only being prevented by a gate in the outer courtyard that will not hold out for that long.
Helaena found herself in an extremely complicated situation at this time. Alicent Hightower is confined in Dragonstone, at the behest of Rhaenyra, after a failed attempt at diplomacy by the dowager queen.
The last time Helaena heard from her brother, Daeron was fighting alongside Lord Ormund Hightower on the battlefield at Tumbleton.
Aemond left less than two days ago with Ser Criston Cole and a good part of the Green army to march to Harrenhal, leaving the capital unprotected.
Helaena had never felt so helpless since the murder of her precious Jaehaerys. Fortunately, Lord Larys managed to secure Aegon and Jaehaera's escape out of the city. For safety's sake, Helaena was unaware of the whereabouts of her husband and daughter.
"What shall we do, your grace?" Grand Maester Orwyle asked, trying to contain his panic, although the shaking of his hands was visible.
She didn't know the answer. The queen consort has never set foot in the Small Council room until this moment. With little or no knowledge of politics, all he had left was the adoration and compassion of the common people. What good would it do him against Rhaenyra's dragons. Abandoned by her brothers, her mother, her husband, the entire burden fell on the shoulders of the innocent queen.
Helaena's solemn gaze passed over the members of the Small Council. They all showed their skepticism about her being in charge, but the fear of the execution that Rhaenyra will clearly impose on them was the only reason that made them reluctantly accept Helaena's regency. However, one thing was clear, none of them trusted her, not just because of her eccentricity. Because she is a woman.
"Let's surrender." She proclaims in a calm tone.
The shock of everyone at the table was evident.
"Your grace?" Lord Jasper Wylde says in an unsure tone.
"There is nothing more we can do, my lord." The queen declares with a blank face.
Immediately, the people present get up from their seats in a hurry. Everyone crowded out of the room, in a last desperate attempt to survive. Grand Maester Orwyle is the only one who remains calm in place.
"My queen, I will send ravens to Harrenhal. Prince Aemond will come to our aid."
She remains silent, keeping her gaze fixed on the table. Orwyle leaves the room in a hurry to send the ravens in a fruitless attempt. The gold cloaks remained loyal to Daemon. They betrayed the Greens. Helaena knew this. She saw it in her dreams, and as always, no one heeded her warnings.
The princess remembers when Rhaenyra sent her terms of peace to King's Landing, promising to spare her half-siblings as long as they came to Dragonstone to bend the knee and swear fealty to her. My sweet sister Helaena. That's how Rhaenyra referred to her in the letter. Helaena hoped that her half-sister had kept kindness in her heart and would spare her from a terrible fate.
Later, the princess finds out the hard way that it wasn't Rhaenyra she needed to worry about.
As she moves towards the windows, Syrax and Caraxes' vision is getting closer and closer to the Red Keep, just as the castle gate has finally been broken down, allowing the Black army to enter. King's Landing fell to the Black Queen.
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Broken.
This is how Helaena Targaryen felt while lying on the bed in her chambers in the Red Keep. Her thin nightgown lifted to her hips, her blank gaze fixed on the ceiling as Daemon Targaryen groans and grunts above her.
"Helaena," He murmurs into her ear in a soft tone. "My sweet niece." Then he moved inside her, increasing the pace.
Helaena didn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. What she learned these last few days is that her uncle loved it when she was responsive to his touches.
"Give me something, princess. I'm doing all the work here." Daemon laughed.
Helaena's expression remains stoic, though her eyes are burning with unshed tears.
She would very much rather be dead.
Every day, the princess regrets not running away with Aegon when she had the chance. Helaena wasted her opportunity, insisting on fetching Jaehaerys' wooden dragon. She knew it would be the last time she would set foot in the capital and she at least wanted to take something with her to remember her precious son. Then the Red Keep was surrounded. As queen consort, she was hastily summoned by the Small Council to lead the castle's defense. From the beginning it was a lost cause and the lords knew it. That was a last act of desperation by the Green Council.
A deep thrust brought Helaena back to the terrible reality. She can't contain a slight moan of pleasure. Daemon seems pleased with her reaction, but irritated when his niece's eyes remain fixed on the ceiling.
"Look at me." He demands with a growl, grabbing Helaena by the throat, roughly, making her choke.
She reluctantly meets his gaze. Daemon opens a smile of pure satisfaction when he notices the eyes tears from his niece. His hungry gaze traveling all the way down her curvy body.
She looks a lot like Rhaenyra at that age.
The thought makes him moan loudly as he sits on the bed, pulling his niece to meet his thrusts. To her satisfaction, Helaena maintained that innocence and purity that Rhaenyra lost over time.
The Rogue Prince loved his wife, of course. They were dragon blood. However, there were those sleepless nights, with him missing the young Rhaenyra who was easily manipulated and admired him as if he were one of the gods of Old Valyria.
Helaena tightened herself around her uncle's cock, making him grunt. She moaned as she reached her climax, against her will. Daemon's teasing and thrusting were too much for her small, sensitive body. Then a bold idea runs through the prince's depraved mind.
"I recently lost a daughter," Daemon begins in a casual tone, as if his cock isn't deeply rooted inside his sweet niece. Helaena, breathing heavily due to her orgasm, can only watch her uncle in complete confusion. "Rhaenyra lost the baby." He clarifies, running his calloused hands over Helaena's breasts, making her peaks harden. "You owe me a baby, Helaena."
Various emotions passed across the princess's face, mainly shock, fear, disgust. She tries in vain to free herself from her uncle's steel grip. Daemon, with little effort, keeps her pinned between his body and the bed.
"A son for a son." He whispers, lightly biting her earlobe. Daemon doesn't miss the way Helaena stiffens at the familiar words. And then Helaena is against the mattress again, clinging to Daemon as he fucks her again, relentless in his movements Helaena shudders from the overstimulation.
"Daemon... Uncle, please." She begs in a tearful voice.
"I bet your usurper brother never fucked you as good as I did." His lips move down to her ear, breathing softly.
The only thing running through Helaena's mind was what she could have done differently. She should have jumped from the top of the window when she had the chance. At least the Blacks would never capture her alive. Perhaps this moment could have been avoided if someone had noticed the way Daemon cast lewd glances at Helaena's body as she was brought to Rhaenyra in the throne room.
The sounds of slaps echo through the dark room, lit by the flames of the fireplace. Daemon admires the moonlight illuminating his sweet niece's platinum hair. He can almost pretend she's a young Rhaenyra.
Or your dear mother, Alyssa Targaryen. Came the whisper from a dark, twisted part in the back of his mind.
He pulls Helaena's body against his, his thrusts fueled by anger and desperation. The prince crushes his lips against his niece's mouth, swallowing her sweet moans. The tightness of Helaena around his cock is enough to make him reach the edge. Daemon cums deep inside her, spitting his seed into Helaena's womb.
At the same time, the bedroom doors open with a loud bang. An angry Rhaenyra urgently enters the room, stopping along the way, in shock as she encounters the scene in front of her.