Falling for a Targaryen (House of the Dragon Fanfic)

The Lingering Hand (Daemon)

I sit in the Iron Throne awaiting the warm greeting I long for from the one person that will never look at me the way the rest of the castle chooses to.

The great doors open after a few moments and the knights enter ready to draw there blades. She follows and sends them away. Her beauty and grace overwhelms the empty room as she strides with intent toward me.

She gains in her beauty with every visit to the castle. As we talk I cannot help but memorize every detail of her from her voice to the twinkle in her eye when she looks at me. She may be the only living thing I bring myself to love.

She speaks to me in Valerian with a teasing tone and I cannot resist the smile that it brings to my lips.

"I brought you something Rhaenyra" I say before bringing the necklace into view. She lights up with pure admiration and joy when presented with it. She always takes my gifts like they are the light in a dark room.

"Do you know what it is?" I ask grinning at the princess before me.

She nods slightly "it's valerian steel like dark sister." she states without hesitation.

Watching her gleam at the gem as we speak makes me forget where we stand for a moment.

For years when I see her I watch her. Her face. Her movements. They make me long for an attention the crown will not allow.

The crown should not worry though for it would be mere days before I am cast out again for some foolish ploy I may pull.

Coming back to the moment I take the necklace from the princess. "Turn around" I say before watching her move to face away. I looked down her body for a moment imagining what treasure may lie beneath her gown.

I place the necklace just above her breast and slide it into place before latching the necklace. I hold it for a moment to let my hands feel her warmth for a longer breath.

"Now" I state "you and I both own a small peice of our ancestery"

I release the necklace and she spins to face me. Seeing my gift upon her collar brings my lips up to a grin. Those same lips long for hers but it would be wrong to ruin the child in the midst of the castle.

She smiles lovingly at me and it is almost too much to bare.

"Beautiful" I tell her in velarian.

I get to rest my gaze on her for only a moment longer before deciding it is time for us to part ways. Any longer in her presence and I may cross a line that cannot be taken back.

When alone my thoughts ring through my head. Thoughts of touching her and feeling her warmth beneath me. The thoughts leave me in a place of bliss and hunger. A craving for her flesh.

I suppress my feelings and find my way to a brothel to satisfy my desire for touch.