You are replacing Rhaenyra as if you are her but it is you. We're gonna say You were a baby born of a different father but only Daemon and the Queen know. The queen cheated or something. Anything to make this less wrong. 😭This is after Daemon comes back from whichever time. You choose. This act is super unrealistic for Daemon but we can only dream.❤️😭
D = Daemon
Y = You / Y/N
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D: I am so sick and tired of Viserys thinking he can throw me away. He knows I am right Y/N. He damn well knows it.
You look up at Daemon and softly smile at him and proceed to put your hand on his shoulder. Ever since he came back he's come to you to take his frustration out.
Y: Daemon... You know you are right and I know you're right. My father can only live much longer. With no heir only I am left. I promise this treatment will change when I am Queen.
D: I don't wish for pity and pointless reassurance Y/N. I wish for change and realism. Your father is weak. He can't even trust himself. Let alone his shitty Hand.
Y: Yes you are right but change requires patience uncle... You are wise. Reckless absolutely, but wise. You know this.
You run your hand down his chest and wrap your arms around his waist burying your face into his chest. He places one hand on your head and wraps the other around you.
D: Princess... You always know what to say. You're right. Thank you.
He stroked his hands through your hair as you took in his scent. He smelt of smoke and burning wood. As if he had just spent the recent hours tending to and riding Caraxes.
Y: Daemon you smell quite nice for once.
D: Oh shut up.
He laughed and rolled his eyes backing away and looking at you. You study him with your eyes and slowly make your way to his face realizing that his eyes are tracing you the same way.
Y: You should um... You should probably go uncle. It is getting late. Father would want a man in here after dark regardless of familial relations.
D: Ah yes. Do forgive me Princess. I did not wish to overstay my welcome. Especially past... your bedtime.
He laughed as he made his annoying joke.
Y: Daemon I am no longer a child! I am a woman!!!
D: Hmm whatever you say Your Highness.
Y: I'll prove it to you.
D: How?
You walk up to him and look into his eyes for a moment. You slowly start backing him up to your bed and he stumbles, sitting on the edge patiently waiting for you to speak.
D: Well?
He looks up at you with a cocky grin and gently places his hand on your bed post. You slightly lift your gown and lift your legs over his lap slowly situating yourself onto him. He looks confused and starts to mumble. You grab his hand and start to untie the ribbon tightening your dress together leaving your breasts exposed. You place his hand gently on one of them and allow hims to feel you.
D: Y/N- Your father- I'm married. You're still quite young regardless of being maturing age or not. This isn't right...
Y: Daemon I... Daemon I love you.
D: Princess... Are you sure you want this?
Y: I need this.
You look at him passionately and start to run your fingertips up his arms. You look down and then back up at him smiling softly and leaning in. He looks at you and immediately grabs your face pressing your lips harshly against his. He starts to kiss you desperately. His hands travel up and down your body leaving you breathless and out of control. He starts to slowly trail kisses down your neck and on your chest as you grind your hips on his clothed bulge. You could feel it throbbing under you.
