Fire and Steel

A Golden Lock; Daemon Targaryen

THE RED KEEP IS BUSTLING AND JOSTLING with guests as the invitees kept pouring through the gates to attend the grand royal wedding throughout the past six days. Six days came and went by like six years to Daemon Targaryen, and his non-existent patience is running low. Today, however, is the seventh of his wedding celebrations, which is going to conclude with his doe officially holding Targaryen as her name after they've taken vows before the Seven. The Second Golden Wedding, he heard the smallfolk calling their wedding, and it gladdens him it makes her happy; the glamour of their wedding is compared to one of the most grandeur ones in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, and he smiles whenever he remembers her bashful react to the news. His humble little doe, although being a member of one of the greatest houses in the realm and is to be married into the royal family, she never loses her simple and modest persona. She's expressed earlier to Daemon that she wishes the coins meant to be spent on their wedding to be given to the paupers and orphans of King's Landing. The Prince would be lying if he didn't admit that she caught him off guard for a bit.

"But you're going to be my wife, a princess. I shall not accept any less for you, my love." Daemon said.

His doe grabbed his callous hand, her palm was so soft on his rough skin, and brought it to her belly. "We're already a husband and wife, my Prince." Her tender giggle tickled his heart. "We're basically marrying again."

Daemon grinned, his hand caressing her bare stomach after he made love to her all night long on his bed. He leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I'd marry you a hundred thousand times if I could." His lips pressed to her forehead then her nose. "And let all gods and men know you're my lady, my wife." Oh, those reddened cheeks... he'll cherish them forever.

He caved in for her wishes nevertheless, but on his way, though. He promised her that the same amount of coins spent on their wedding will be given to the poor as a gift from them both. Although happy by the notion, he knew it discomforted her a bit; she feared it might irk the King or the Small Counsel, but Daemon reassured her, telling her that he already has his brother's blessings and that he would surely not mind at it all. In fact, he's engulfed by great rapture that his younger brother finally found the one for him, and the counselors be fucked.

Daemon would do anything for his little doe, a sheer attempt to be as dedicated as she is. Gods, she went all for him that she agreed to marry him secretly in a covert Valyrian ceremony, before Queen Aemma could set her a match with another. Only him, his bride, and Rhaenyra were present, in addition to the priestess. It was a month before he spoke with his brother to officially ask her hand in marriage from her uncle, Lord Boremund Baratheon. The latter wasn't quite amused by the match as ill whispers of the Rogue Prince's deeds reached his ears. He didn't refuse the King, though. Would he dare? Throwing the burden of choice upon his beloved niece. Believing that his pure-hearted niece would politely decline the sovereign's offer, and he'd be done with the matter for good. Lord Boremund, however, doesn't know that his lovely niece was already corrupted by the Prince, and has a dragon seed swelling her belly full by the time they flew to Storm's End to officially betroth the Prince to the young lady.

This morning, his doe, with that adorable and timid manner of hers, has expressed anxiousness about the bedding ceremony that may bring the slight swell of her belly beneath her dress to disclosure. Daemon was amused, thrilled by the idea to cause ruckus at court if anyone were to take notice of her pregnancy out of wedlock, rather, in his own golden lock. He twirled a strand of her spruced up hair, teasing, "But we are wedded, are we not, little doe?"

She bit on her lower lip coyly. "We are." Daemon saw a shimmer within her eyes when she looked up at him. "You are my lord, my husband," And slowly, she took his hand and brought it to her lips, leaving a kiss on the royal ring around his ring finger, and the Rogue Prince was driven mad. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her vehemently, ruining her face paints and her hairstyle. She moaned in disappointment when he broke the kiss. "Worry not, my love. I shall fuck you until the entirety of King's Landing hears you screaming my name tonight." Daemon is known for many things, but he's never known to break his words.