a chain reaction of countermoves (гет)

Daemon is furious, but never furious enough to hurt her, she thinks. Her eyes still red from grieving, she meets his gaze in a dark corridor, where they say their final tense farewell, unbeknownst to her father the King. She wishes desperately to hate Daemon, but knows she never will.
Before he leaves, he takes her by her slight shoulders, a rough and steady grip.
"Listen to me, Rhaenyra, and listen well," he says. She does. "You may be the heir now, but you are a woman. He will marry again, she will give him sons, and your claim will be contested." She wants to protest childishly that her father will never stop grieving mother, but he shushes her. "You need to make your siblings love you, as I have always loved Viserys, enough that they will never think to turn on you, no matter how they have been robbed of being in succession for the throne. Because otherwise, and mark my words, they will have you killed or discredited when they are old enough."
He releases her, and she stumbles back, frightened of the intensity in his voice. "Farewell, niece," he says.
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A House of the Dragon fix-it fic in which Rhaenyra teaches her half-siblings to love her and the Dance is prevented.