Rhaenyra and Daemon - Behind closed doors HOTD fanfiction

Two dragonriders

Daemon

I couldn't sleep and I could hardly eat the months after the confrontation on the bridgeway to Dragonstone. When I slept I dreamt about a glorious future, a future with a light-haired Queen by my side. Sadly the dreams never told me how to achieve it.

I knew I had to destroy Otto Hightower, but it's not my plans for him that keep me up at night, it's Rhaenyra and the vision she was as she came to poor Hightower's rescue. The image of her landing Syrax and then challenging me with those captivating eyes, almost offering me her life, would forever be burned into my mind. She acted brave beyond expectations, dauntless and determined, such a formidable force I really would want on my side.

Rhaenyras whole being pulled me in, her expressive violet eyes, her body, the long silky hair that smelled so good. Her amazing personality that was mirroring my own, told me that she would understand me like no woman ever had. I needed to meet her, talk to her, and make her see my side of things. I didn't want him to be angry with me, even if she was very beautiful when she was angry.

Mysaria was furious with me too and had left the island, it seemed like I made all the women in my life mad. Mysaria was scared too, claiming I wasn't able to keep her safe. I don't know if she'll ever come back and right now I really can't find enough energy to care. If she didn't believe in me why should I care about her? Maybe it was over for good? I don't know, but I do know this: I must write to Rhaenyra and ask her to meet me.

Rhaenyra

The letter was unmarked and the sigil was one of the standard sigils of King's Landing. That made me curious, so curious that I decided to open the letter later when I was alone. Right now I had to endure the company of my former best friend, my father's bride Alicent Hightower. I was very disappointed with Alicent, it felt like my friend had gone behind my back, which was true for sure. My father failed me too, not asking for my opinion, both of them made me look like a fool. I wouldn't have it, and I felt like lashing out or doing something rebellious.

The flight to Dragonstone for sure had stirred up a lot of feelings in the entire small council, and there was talk about taming me through marriage. As if that would tame a dragon! The only thing that could achieve that, was another dragon or a dragon rider. No eligible dragon rider existed, besides Daemon of course, and he was already married.

It had felt so good to see him, to scold him for stealing Baelons egg, and most of all, to dare him to kill me. Living on the edge through that exciting encounter. It had been the most exhilarating experience of my life, and I wanted more, I needed more.

Sadly, the best I could hope for in the future was a kind husband, probably a dull and uninteresting one. And then I had to carry babies. I sighed, wanting so much more out of life, adventure, and true love, wanting most of all to ride my dragon and feel alive.

Alicent finally left and I was alone. I had a special feeling in my stomach about this letter, as I started opening it, the anticipation making it hard as my hand was shaking a little. I started reading the beautifully formed words, words that would forever change my life.

Dear Dauntless,
I need to see you.
Meet me over the Blackwater,
when the moon is full.
Yours,
D.

My heart stopped. Daemon wanted to meet with me, and soon I thought, remembering that the moon yesterday was almost full. I had to check the exact date with the Meister. The meeting spot was typical Daemon: on our dragons over the water. I chuckled, feeling so happy until I realized that I had no one to confide in, no one I trusted anymore. They had robbed me of that. My father's marriage was surely Hightowers doing. These last months I had worked up substantial hate for the man, hate I knew Daemon shared. That realization made me even more determined to meet with Daemon, no matter what and I went to pick out the perfect outfit.

Daemon

Caraxes was saddled and ready as I entered the stable yard the day of my meeting with Rhaenyra. I had told no one about where I was going or who I was meeting, I had prepared the place for our visit myself. I knew Rhaenyra understood the need for secrecy too. If she had decided to come at all that is, I had no way of knowing, since it would be too dangerous for any of us to send more letters. I hoped she would come and I should know soon if that was the case.

I laid my hands on my dragon and felt the strength under his scales. He loved being stroked and I enjoyed doing it, feeling the power that made my family the most feared in Westeros and beyond. But recently the Kingdom had had problems with uproar and people taking their position for granted, and my brother did nothing about it. It was frustrating not to be allowed to advise my brother.

As we were up in the air I whispered our destination to Caraxes and he roared an answer before he found a wind to carry us in the right direction. When we arrived at the meeting place, high up over Blackwater bay, Caraxes circled higher and higher only to dive, playing with me, making me gasp for air. Halfway through the dive, he leveled out to change direction, and I saw a blistering yellow dragon coming straight at us. It was Syrax and Rhaenyra.

The two dragons roared greetings to each other and started a beautiful and dramatic dance, circling each other: one large red male dragon and one smaller yellow female. How symbolic I thought as I fought to stay in the saddle while trying to catch Rhaenyras gaze. I only got short glimpses of her as the dragons swirled their large powerful bodies in the air. I wondered if this was dragons foreplay, smirking at the idea and wondering what Rhaenyra thought of.

Rhaenyra

Syrax spotted Caraxes before I did and flew right at him. I didn't have time to wave hello to Daemon before the majestic animals started some kind of dance in the air. I held on as hard as I could when Syrax flirted with Caraxes, because that's what it felt like. Knowing better than to interrupt two dragons courting one another, I closed my eyes and imagined two other dragons, the two-legged kind, lying on a blanket under a tree, his face closing in on mine, my hands in his hair, his lips softly touching mine.

I opened my eyes when I felt Syrax changing direction. Daemon had turned Caraxes towards our final destination and Syrax and I followed. Soon I flew next to Daemon and we made eye contact for the first time since Dragonstone. His face was full of exhilarating joy and I saw him giving me one of those rare smiles that made my heart skip a beat. I waved and smiled back, what else could I do while flying on a dragon?

The dragons set course towards the Crackelaw point peninsula. The peninsula was mostly covered by a large forest, a perfect place to hide dragons I thought, starting to like Daemon's plan. We dove straight down from high above, exposing the dragons the shortest time possible. The meeting place Daemon had chosen was one of the ruined strongholds in the Crackelaw Point forests. The forests had many ruins from abandoned castles that had become outdated, to small or simply destroyed, often by dragon fire. Nowadays the peninsula's inhabitants were true Targaryen loyalists and the meeting place should be as safe as possible, away from court gossip and curious eyes.

I dismounted and thanked Syrax for that amazing ride with a few strokes from my hand, caressing her nostrils, looking into her eyes, and whispering to her in Valyrian. Daemon had prepared this place with two sheep for our dragons to eat. A smart move that would make them stay in place. I watched him as he laid out the sheep and quickly, although not fearfully, backed away from our powerful dragon's feast.

Then he turned his head and looked straight at me, not walking towards me straight away, almost as if he hesitated. That made me walk toward him instead and we met in the middle of the old castle's courtyard. We stopped about six feet apart, only to stand there, both of us breathing, waiting. As always he had some of his long hair put back with a leather band. I wanted to run my fingers through that beautiful hair, it's even longer than mine. He had loosened his jacket and I could see a white shirt underneath. I wanted to put my fingers under that shirt, feeling his warm skin against my fingers.

"How mad are you?" Daemon finally asked in Valyrian.
"If you come closer I can show you."
Daemon raised a brow and got the most unreadable face I had ever seen. It was like he made it bland on purpose. But the air was electrified. What should I do? What would he believe, that I only was teasing or that I meant it this time? 
Two fast steps and Daemon held me in his arms, breathing hard and mumbling in my ear.
"You had something to show me, Princess?"