Rhaenyra and Daemon - Behind closed doors HOTD fanfiction

Reunited

Rhaenyra

I received a message that Daemon had arrived at the Red Keep and wanted to see me. I hurried to the throne room. Typical of Daemon to choose this room as a meeting place, I thought, shaking my head a little. Always crazy, always pushing the boundaries.

Two royal guards guarded the door and when they opened it for me they gave me this look, "are you really going to be alone with this madman" look. I ignored them and walked into the gigantic hall. I could handle Daemon, I always knew how to wrap him around my finger, even as a little girl. And then I saw him, in his long, thick silver hair, half of it pulled back in a ponytail so that I could see his face. My heart skipped a beat.

I remember us arguing in front of the Iron throne, something cheeky no doubt, but I can't recall anything either of us said in those first few minutes. It had been two years since I last saw Daemon and I immediately felt that my infatuation had become much more serious. He was so handsome, regal in my eyes and he looked like he belonged on the throne, he owned it (sorry Dad).

He had brought me a gift, as always. It was a necklace of Valyrian steel. It was beautifully made with a purple crystal. Daemon suggested I turn around so he could fasten the necklace around my neck, so I did. With almost painful anticipation, I held my hair to the side while Daemon stood behind me and I felt his breath against my bare skin. I got goosebumps all over. Something in me realized that he had chosen a necklace as a gift for this very thing to happen, for this very feeling to occur.

The sneaky fox, always manipulative and calculating. I loved that trait of his, that at any moment he could do what no one imagined. No one but me. It was as if we knew each other's minds perfectly, I was much younger but it felt like I had lived as long as he had. He was experienced, I was inexperienced. All of that was part of the allure and the fact that he was forbidden fruit, even though the Targaryens had married within the family before, made him even more attractive in my eyes.

Daemon's hands touched my collarbones as he brought the chain under my chin and I shivered with pleasure. He closed the chains lock and let a hand linger a moment on my right shoulder. I held my breath, wishing he would touch me in more places, that he would swing me around and kiss me. But none of that happened, to my immense disappointment. I slowly turned around on my own only to see that Daemon had backed away from me. The moment was over.

"I have to go," he said.
Halfway to the gate, he turned around.
"You look amazing tonight."
I was left alone with my desire for this unattainable man.

Daemon

By The Seven, what was she doing to me? This wonder of a woman. Watching her step into the throne room while I sat on the throne myself, had been close to an out-of-body experience. I felt a thrill of power imagining what could be in my future. On top of that my pulse had stopped at the mere sight of this more mature Rhaenyra and my crotch had begun to ache familiarly. She initiated our conversation by questioning my choice of seat, speaking Valyrian of course. We always speak Valyrian when we met. It feels more intimate and it is a very sensual language.

I had to focus on the tone of my voice and how I moved, not to give away the tumultuous feelings in my body. When I presented her with my gift, the shield crackled and a smile snuck out. To fasten the necklace around her neck without kissing her neck and throat had seemed almost impossible. She had stood so still as if she wasn't breathing, and yet I unintentionally touched her collarbone. My mind raced with wild fantasies from my dreams of taking her there in the Throne room, why not on the Iron throne itself, or at least on the stairs up to the throne? I put a lid on my dirty fantasies.

I had touched her deliberately as I laid my hand against the silky skin at the spot between her neck and shoulder. After that experience, the only way to keep my composure had been to walk away, even though everything in my body was begging me to turn back. I would live on the feeling of that warm skin for the rest of the evening and night. I wanted her. How was I going to make it through this visit?