Throughout the Dance of Dragons - House of Dragon

Part XIII - Thin line

"I find myself to be an honorable and honest man, prince Daemon." Cregan said as he played his fingers on the table at Dragonstone.

He had not once let his eyes fall as he watched intently the pair sitting before him. "And we do not suggest otherwise." Rhaenyra said as she smiled at the lord of Winterfell. "Princess is right, we do not deem you as otherwise." Daemon said as he tapped his own fingers on the table "We would not be having this conversation if we did not find you suitable for the first born daughter of the princess and the heir to the Iron Throne, Lord Stark." Daemon continued a smile playing on his lips.

He and Cregan knew each other as they were not foes but one could not call them friends as well. Still Daemon found Cregan Stark a decent man, one who was a better match for his daughter than the son of that Hightower imbecile who was poisoning his brother along side her cunt father. There was nothing more that Daemon detested more than that family and he would rather have his first born get eaten by a dragon than to actually allow the marriage between her and the one eyed cunt.

"If this comes with out complaint from King Viserys then it would be the greatest honor." Cregan said and bowed his head towards Rhaenyra.

"Then it is settled. You are to wed Daenaera Velaryon, my first born daughter and the heir to the Throne." Rhaenyra said and a smile graced her lips thinking that her daughter would appreciate the better match they had found her instead of Alicents second born son, the angsty, violent and hateful one-eyed prince Aemond.

"The matter is settled and we will send a raven as soon as it is affirmed by the King." Daemon said even though he knew that he will not wait for the word of Viserys. His brother may be the King but Daemon was Daenaeras father and no father would let someone else decide the future of their child. Viserys was no fool, he knew Daenaera was Daemons, he just choose to ignore it. Because no matter who her father was the most important truth was that Rhaenyra was her mother and that the girl resembled her grandmother to the extent which would make the old Kings heart throb with happiness.

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"Fly with me today." Daenaera said walking beside Aemond towards the training grounds where Cole was waiting for the prince.

"To what reason?" He asked as they stopped before entering the grounds "I wish to-" spend time with you she wanted to say but could not bring herself to speak those words. But what else could be said?

"Hm?" Aemond looked at her with question and an amused look found its way to him as he noticed her face reddening. "What is it that you wish for , niece?" He said and watched the girl before him intently as his words seemed to cause a deeper shade of red on her cheeks "I-" Daenaera was for once stuck on words which happened rarely and closer to never but the last days spent with Aemond after she got well were more than interesting.

They had been spending time together in the library, not once had they had a feud in that time. She would need to present herself to the measter regarding the flu and gather the needed herbs, Aemond would always accompany her. She could have had the maids do it but she enjoyed time seeing measter Samwell, as well as enjoyed that Aemond would keep her company. Mornings she would come to the training grounds with Halaena to watch him train, his sister was not at all interested as she would bring her embroidery kit, Daenaera on the other hand enjoyed the sight before her.

Aemond and Daenaera spent time like they were old friends but the keen eye of shadows saw that it was not friendship that was going on between the young prince and princess.

Daenaera ever since he read her poetry as she was sick would have her heart flutter at the sight of his white hair. She could walk gloomy in the halls but when she would catch a glimpse of the prince all the gloom would vanish and a smile would grace her lips. She was enamored with him only that she was too stubborn to admit it to herself.