Rhaenyra and Daemon - Behind closed doors HOTD fanfiction

Dreamy expectations

Rhaenyra

"Every time she saw him, she lit up like the stars in the sky...".
Uahg...that's so bad, I thought and tore out another page of my diary. Why was it so hard to put into words something as fundamental as love? How did the real writers do it? Maybe I had to experience love before I could write about it. I crumpled the paper between my hands and threw it on the floor, where it disappeared among all the other crumpled balls of paper. I had been struggling with this text for a while now and I decided to put an end to the madness before I ruined my whole diary. I moved from my desk to the cozy armchair and rang the bell.

It took a full minute for Alicent to come in. I drummed my fingers as she entered.
"Where have you been? I needed you."
"I'm sorry. I was in the kitchen discussing tonight's menu."
Right, how could I forget? It's a special night because my uncle, the gorgeous Daemon Targaryen, is coming for a rare visit. He sent word to me that he wants to surprise my father, so I took it upon myself to arrange a special feast for the three of us. Daemon and my father don't always get along, so I want to do something nice for both of them. And since I was busy with my studies and my writing, Alicent offered to help.

"Can you call for one of the servants to clean up this mess?" I ask her and she immediately does as I say. Alicent is a few years older than me and my best friend, but we have different ranks in society. I am a Princess and she is the daughter of the king's hand.

I hope Daemon stays for a while. I want time to speak to him about everything that happened these last two years. There is a tourney in a few days and of course, he will stay to participate, and everyone expects him to win. It's a thrill to watch but I never have seen Daemon get hurt. He is very good at what he is doing. If it was up to me he would stay even longer. Why not indefinitely?

My father is very confident that his son will be born any day now and the festivities are in honor of his male heir. He has always wished for a son, like all kings who are busy with the succession to the throne. If it is a girl, Daemon will inherit the Iron throne.
To be honest, for my own sake I wish it to be a girl, but for my mother's sake, I wish it to be a boy. I don't think it can survive another pregnancy.

The reason I wish for a girl is that my dream would have a chance to come true. That I will sit next to King Daemon Targaryen as his Queen.

Daemon

Caraxe's red scales glistened in the evening sun as we arrived at King's Landing. I didn't have to steer him. My great dragon knew all too well where we were headed. The massive dragon pit came into view and I prepared myself by filling my lungs with air before the Blood Wyrm dove straight down. Caraxes love to make an entrance and scare the dragon keepers, and truth be told, so do I. The near free fall was breathtaking and gave me such a rush, better than sex. Nothing in the world beats riding a dragon; the power, the speed, the thrill!

The landing was perfect and the moment Caraxe's two feet touched the ground he roared from the bottom of his lungs. The keepers were almost thrown to the ground by the wind from it. I chuckled. There's no mistake, the king is home.

I arrived a few days ahead of the tournament because I wanted a chance to talk to my brother, the King. But before I do that, there is someone I must meet, a person I hold so dear to my heart, my niece Rhaenyra Targaryen. I swear she is the human being that I like the most. I have always felt a special bond with Rhaenyra and knowing that her sixteenth birthday was approaching, I bought her a present. Who am I kidding, I always buy her presents, but this one is special.

We usually have some bantering when we get together and the thought of it made me smile at a memory from one of our talks, as I made my way up the stairs at the Red Keep. The last time we met was two years ago and I remember how uniquely beautiful she was. She was hot-tempered like me and I found that very attractive. I felt a little guilty when I thought about how hard it had been not to touch her as a woman then since she was only thirteen. But I had felt a strong attraction. She had asked for a kiss, as we said goodbye and I gave her one on the forehead. She had become furious with me and whined that she wasn't a child.

Now she is a woman for real and I have no hope of escaping my feelings for her this time. I don't want to either. I have dreamt of her almost every night for the past few days, wet, hot dreams. I can only hope that she feels the same way. My greatest dream is almost within reach, to sit on the Iron throne with Rhaenyra Targaryen as my Queen.