𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬/ daemon targaryen

𝟐𝟎. 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

[109 AC]
Visenya

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I raised my sight on the body,that was laying on the ground in the hidden corridor in the Red Keep. It was obvious for me, that my priority is my good. But I still had some concerns about the way I was planning to reach my destination.

"Nicely done, Princess." I heard his low tone of voice from another end of the tunnel. Nevertheless I didn't understand the reason of his presence here and generally on the ceremony. We were supposed to lead a seperate life and specially stay away from each other. I already accepted the fact that we are not meant to be together. Our ways should've never crossed. But they did, and now they can't go back on their right course. BUT FUCK, IT SHOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS!! The only thing I needed was a clear mind. To make my judement my defined by myself, MY brain. Not my heart and desire.

"What do you want?" I asked but I didn't attempt to turn around. I just kept squatting in front of Hightower. It wasn't my fault, wasn't it? It wasn't my fault that I wanted so bad to be free and away from this old man, right? I was just...protecting myself.

He chuckled, hearing my question. "To see a satisfaction, on my woman's face." he muttered while walking towards me and offering me his hand so I would stand up from the ground.

I watched his moves carefully out of the corner of my eye. "I meant it, Daemon." I said strongly, raising from the floor by myself. "I'm not yours." I looked directly into his eyes before walking away from him. Being close to Prince was making my...shaky and I really wrong things were coming to my mind. I have to keep a distance, if I don't want my mistakes to repeat.

But he followed my steps. "You will deny it?" he asked. Fortunately I was standing with my back to him. And I didn't see his face.

"I will" I stated, looking down at my hands that were covered in blood. Then I realized that my bright dress is also covered in this crimson liquid." "Shit" I whispered under my breath, gently touching the fabric. I think I didn't realized that while I was squatting near Otto, I also dipped my gown in the blood coming from his wound. The wound I effected.

"Hm" he murmured deeply. I could feel his intense sight on my body. Leaving no crumb after. "So. Now you're free to do what you desire." he said as if nothing had happened.

I laughed, leaning my forehead on the wall in front of me. "Not really." I declared. Getting rid of Otto won't change anything until I won't use him as a bargaining tool. But is it the best option?

I felt a shiver going down my spine as he placed his fingers on my waist. Gods thanks for my self-control, otherwise we would already be naked. "Marry me." WHAT?! I opened my eyes wide, then closed then, and again. This must be a joke, right?