"TO THIS LOVE WE ARE BOTH CHAINED AND BOUND"
in which daemon targaryen finds himself chained to a woman. never leaving his thoughts, saphrona arryn is the missing piece to daemon's happiness.
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON|DAEMON TARGARYEN...
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"what a fucking way to spend my ten and fourth name day." was all saphrona stone had to say as her head hit the carriage wall for the fifth time on their journey to king's landing.
her guardian, ser godfrey, rolled his eyes and scoffed, ignoring her complaints. to be fair, she had been complaining since they left eyrie and that was four days ago.
saphrona took the silence as her cue, "and to be honest, this is the stupidest thing that aellius has ever made me do. why do i need to learn how to be a lady anyways? no one wants some lord's bast-" the girl was interrupted by ser godfrey.
"if you call yourself that one more time i'll see to it you never come back to eyrie. the first lesson the queen needs to teach you is how to shut up." he growled before leaning back and trying to fall asleep.
she scoffed in fake shock at the man who had pretty much babysat her, her whole life. "you know i could probably have you killed for the things you say to me." she jokingly threatened the knight.
"i dare you. please, end my suffering." godfrey shook his head and started his third attempt at sleeping on this long journey.
if it wasn't saphrona whining, her hound was squirming around, or he was hitting his head on the side of the carriage due to the bumpy ride. it wasn't even worth it to attempt sleep at that point.
when he finally did get to sleep, it was just the fourteen year old girl alone with her thoughts. that was never good.
this ride was like the walk to the executioner's block. in fact, she might have chosen death over going to king's landing.
she never liked it there, she went first when it was the marriage of her sister, although she didn't quite remember that. then again, when her niece rhaenyra was born, but once more she was young.
the last time was the most memorable. it was only last year, she had been ten and three. it was the prince daemon's wedding to her cousin lady rhea royce.
such an odd occasion to saphrona. the two obviously hated eachother. it was so bad, the eighteen year old prince even flirted with HER the thirteen year old.
he had asked her for a dance, which she felt was very odd considering he had just gotten married. all the while the whole time he lavished her with compliments, like he was attempting to court her.
it was all so very odd to her, but that was the last time she'd ever spoken to or seen prince daemon, and she figured he did that to just about anyone who gave him the time of day that wasn't lady rhea.
just as she finished her own little inside monologue, ser godfrey woke up finally. he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "where are we?" he asked, looking a little confused.
saphrona looked at him with a condescending grin on her face. "well, we're in a carriage headed to king's landing." she giggled.
the knight rolled his eyes. "excuse me, how close are we to king's landing?"
