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The streets of Porto Real were excited about the end of the war, Alicent would be too if she hadn't lost everything in it. She wanted to know where her mistake was in the beginning, maybe it was having listened to her father and married Viserys, if she had married a normal lord, would her children still be alive? they probably wouldn't be Targaryen but she would still have living children. Her only granddaughter was forbidden to see her. She spent her days alone in that room in the fortress, even the septa assigned as company avoided her, Alicent was like a plague there. she had made one last choice and would not regret it. She hid the knife inside her clothes and waited for him to arrive
daemon entered the room, hours later, the night had arrived, he was dressed in simple clothes, probably just had dinner with the new queen, there was no point in choosing her last meal.
“Well I’m here, what do you want with me?” he asked without much patience
“I won’t take long, I just needed a witness” replied Alicent, taking the knife that she kept from the meal plate a few days ago, it wasn’t that sharp but given the effort and the location, it did the damage
“Killing me won’t get you out of here” he said when he saw the object, Alicent smiled and put the knife to her own neck
“I don’t intend to leave here, I’m going to join my children. You don’t know how much I miss them”
Daemon's face changed from boredom to as if he suffered a reality check, his calculating mind probably wanted to stop her, in favor of Rhaenyra, just for her to have a public execution, it wouldn't be like that.
“Are you sorry for trying to put your son on the throne? It was all the result of your plans with your father.”
Alicent pressed the knife even closer to her neck and Daemon stepped forward
“I regret even coming to this castle, I tried a long time ago to seal the two lines, Aegon and Rhaenyra should have gotten married and everything would have been fine but Viserys rejected the idea, marrying a king is not good, every time your brother touched me, I just wanted to kill myself, he called for Aemma all the time, my children were a safe haven generated by unhappiness”
“Why did you agree to marry him? could have said no” questioned daemon, his voice changing to confusion
“my father, otto hightower is much worse under the hood. I was just a girl who wanted to sit under the heart tree with Rhaenyra and read books, I dreamed of knights and armor, and of a marriage for love” tears began to fall from Alicent's face as she remembered her adolescence, until the to the point where she lost it “I even dreamed that I would marry you”
Daemon's breathing changed, his heart beating faster. and he took a step closer to Alicent, who took a step back, without ceasing to press the knife, she was well aware of who was in front of her
“you don’t need to do this Alicent, you still have your granddaughter, you can still have something in your life”
she smiled even more “I hope they take good care of her, but something tells me that my lineage won’t last long”
“Is that why you brought me here, as a threat if we do anything to her?” he asked, and she could almost swear the desperation in his voice.
“no daemon, I brought you here, because my last look should be at the man that I once loved, that I dreamed was my prince, you remind me of the last time I was happy”
He advanced, but it wasn't fast enough, Alicent gathered her last strength and put the knife across her throat, Daemon screamed, and she fell, to her own surprise, into his arms. blood filling the floor, and the targaryen in absolute shock. why was he like this?
“you great fool, you could have told me, I wanted you too” he said, trying to stop her bleeding
“A shame, we both wish we had heard something from each other before” were her last words before darkness took her