Rhaenyra and Daemon - Behind closed doors HOTD fanfiction

Dragonstone

Rhaenyra

A few days after Otto Hightower left King's Landing I made my decision, to travel to Dragonstone and confront Daemon in my father's name. I was going to Dragonstone even though my father told me not to. I'd heard nothing from Daemon and since he was the one to leave without even talking to me I refused to reach out. He could rot at Dragonstone for all I cared. At least that is what I should feel. Instead, my anger had dwindled, now replaced with a strange longing. I thought about Daemon and his muscular, hard body, how it had felt against me during that one kiss, I thought about that far too often.

Since Syrax was much faster than horses I only would be gone a day or two. I knew how much Daemon hated Hightower and that it was a mutual feeling. A feeling towards the Hand I could understand. The older I got and the more I learned about court politics, the more I understood the power Hightower wielded over my father, always whispering in his ear. I had accepted it until now. But this time he had gone too far when he had convinced my father to marry his daughter, a girl that happened to be my best friend. I wanted Hightower to pay for that. I wanted him to fail without my father losing. That was my mission. I would bring the dragon egg back to my father.

A few days later I steered Syrax towards Dragonstone, scouting the area after Hightower's delegation. Dragonstone was this most amazing and powerful fortress and it had become mine when I save named the Heir, but I hadn't been there for years. Seeing the silhouette on the horizon strengthened me. Determined to make a dramatic entrance, Syrax and I hid behind some large cliffs and watched the meeting start on Dragonstones narrow entrance bridge. I couldn't hear what they said, but when Caraxes showed up behind Daemon,  I knew I had to hurry. Syrax dove straight down into the ravine.

Our entrance was spectacular and I enjoyed the startled look on everyone's faces. Almost everyone's, not Daemon's. He didn't look surprised at all, as he stood long and proud in the middle of the bridge, holding the dragon egg. I ignored Hightower's annoyed face and met Daemon's eyes as he was measuring me. It was showtime. We switched to Valyrian, making it impossible for anyone else to understand. We hadn't met since I was made heir to the Iron throne and the air sparkled with all the things we couldn't say in front of all these people. I ignored the woman by his side but felt I both hated and envied her at the same time. She had him, for now at least, not knowing that his soul belonged to me, or maybe she did know because she looked very annoyed. She had to be merely an accessory to Daemon, something his body needed, more than his heart wanted.

Daemon

I enjoyed the word exchange with that irritating, smug idiot Hightower. I've always loved the suspension before a fight and I would never back down to that man. Things got really interesting when Rhaenyra landed Syrax on the bridge behind my visitors. I wasn't surprised about her showing up, that kind of drama was right up her alley, but I was surprised at my reaction, I was very glad to see her and all my resentfulness was swept away but those purple eyes.

That Hightower became totally pissed was a big bonus. Rhaenyra and I did our thing. She challenged me and said I had to kill her to ever sit on the throne. She looked amazing, a bit angry for real, that I stole her brother's dragon egg. I think she handled the fact that my wife-to-be stood right next to me, pretty well.

When we talked I was careful with how I positioned my body, I didn't want her to misinterpret my intentions, so I held my body angled away from her. I knew she got it when I caught her gaze. Those clear blue eyes were beautiful when they drew me in. It was with great effort I forced myself not to go to her, to comfort her, tell her everything would be okay. She demanded the egg back and I fantasized about what would happen if I wouldn't oblige her. Could I make her stay with me as some kind of deal?

But of course, I did as she said, she needed that win more than I, and I knew it would piss off Hightower. My cause was lost when the King didn't come himself. Always that man whispering lies in my brother's ear. No win for me but at least I got to see that moment when Hightower realized what I already knew: Rhaenyra knew the game and in my opinion, she had the potential to be one of the best at playing it, as tough as the dragon blood in her veins. In both our veins.