Princess Maegelle Targaryen knew the importance of balance and unity, she learnt it from deceased her husband. Now that her mother is to the worms, she must return to Kingslanding and protect the claim that her father has bestowed upon her.
"You ne...
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None of it was accidental.
Her mouth hangs open with shock, her hands falling to her side. "This was your plan!" she accused, he crossed his arms – like he was challenging her. "That was an accident, but we're getting what we agreed upon." he breathed out. His hands reached for the basket, and took a bite of the sweet orange that she discarded.
The guards of Kingslanding were loyal to their commander. He failed to take the Kingsguard into account. "- and if I had disagreed?" she inquired. "It must be fate." he humored, a frown beginning to form at the tops of her forehead.
"There was a large chance that you would have disagreed, yet you didn't. The gods that you believe in must've planned it." he explained, acting like it was something a child ought to understand. He dusts his pants, rising to his feet. "I am not the one to blame, Maegelle, the gods are." he chuckles.
Her hand swiftly catches his forearm, pulling him down to her level, until his back is arched and their eyes meet again. "I could lie," she whispered, challenging him but still planning to pursue their arrangement. He scoffs at her. "Do you not believe me?" she questioned, her eyes not taking a second off his.
He's beautiful, but he needs to shut up sometimes.
"You wouldn't lie to your father, sweet dragon." Daemon challenged.
"You don't know me, Daemon." she toyed with him, eyes dimming slightly until they bore the same expression on their face. Targaryens were both part madness and greatness. He flicks a piece of her hair away from her face. "Do not lie to me, there is a part of you that fancies me. A part of you that bends" he says with certainty.
"I've never seen a man more sure of himself," she raised an eyebrow. Her right hand was still on his right forearm. He reaches for her arm, holding it tightly and dragging her until they are at the same level. "- I agreed to your proposal, but I can still change my mind. I don't know you that well, I don't know if my observations are true. So don't think that you have a chance just yet." she says firmly.
"If you want the throne, I want you to know that it was never going to be you. It was always me, it always had to be me. Even if you believe that proclamation to be a proclamation of who my father loves the most." she adds.
"If you only wish to marry me because you see me as an extension of my father, then I suggest that you concede any thoughts of marriage because you will not find his love inside of me. You've known the King longer. You know him more. You should also know that he has never loved anyone other than himself. And I refuse to be second best, I refuse to live behind a memory." she asserted, staring deep into his eyes.
She expected him to be angry. But he looks sad.
"I am not intrigued by you because I am a sad brother whose own brother does not value his presence. I am enamored by you and I don't know why." he gritted his teeth. He didn't expect him to be all riled up at the thought of love. "I burn for you, Maegelle." he repeated, his grip on her forearm even tighter.
