"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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killian baratheon woke up early in the morning nearly shaking with nerves. today was the day he asked for saphrona's hand in marriage. then she could not avoid him as she had been the past week.
the night before, the gold cloaks had offered to take him to fleabottom for celebration but he had declined. he was loyal to saphrona, he would not let himself be tempted to dishonor her.
he made his way to the meeting of king's council where he was to ask for saphrona's hand in marriage. it was one of probably the scariest things he'd done.
he would be standing in front of the king, his overlord, the hand of the king, and his best friend's father. all very intimidating. killian made it to the great room. he went to enter, but ser herrold stopped him. "i must announce you ser killian." he winked.
the door then was opened by the knight and killian permitted entry. herrold did not forget his duty, "ser killian baratheon of the gold cloaks." the announcement was loud.
killian scanned the room, seeing no one looked very happy for him to be there asking for saphrona's hand. "your grace." he bowed, then in turn bowing to everyone else as well.
the king looked him dead in the eyes with a hard expression on his face. "i know what you are here to ask but first, were you there last night?" he asked.
killian was thoroughly confused. "where?" he asked, looking around at all of the expectant faces.
lord corlys rolled his eyes, "my king it is clear that the boy has no idea what you are talking about." killian's overlord took his side in the matter that the gold cloak was still oblivious to.
otto hightower then spoke, "ser killian we understand you are loyal to prince daemon but were you at fleabottom last night with the rest of the gold cloaks?" he questioned.
killian shook his head profusely, "it would be the utmost disrespect to saphrona for me to go to a brothel the day before i ask for her hand. i did not." he was confused on why it was such an important question, but these were all men of higher standings than him so he did not press the issue.
the king visibly deflated, obviously glad he did not have to unleash his wrath on the man about to ask to marry his sister in law. "alright, i apologize ser killian. you have the floor now." he smiled, exasperatedly.
killian nodded. clasping his hands together in front of himself. "your grace, with you now being the ward of lady saphrona arryn in place of her lord nephew, i ask your permission to marry saphrona and make her my lady wife." killian spoke, reciting the lines he had rehearsed in his head weeks before coming here.
the king nodded, smiling. "you have been good to saphrona since the day you met her, and it is obvious you both love each other very much. i permit you two to marry here in the castle in two weeks time." the king had just single-handedly planned killian's wedding and approved it.
