Returning to the keep after so long away has been eventful to say the least. There will be a tournament to celebrate a son who is not yet born. How smart. The babe hasn't even presented with a cock yet Viserys is quick to put it before me.
My brother may be a fool, but his daughter truely fills the title "Realms Delight". Her beauty is beyond compare. Her silver hair flowing long down the curves of her body. Gods she's the embodiment of perfection.
She stormed into the throne room with a sence of porpose and maturity. She is a spitting image of her mother, her beauty overwhelms me. She is nearly woman grown now and my head and cock are in agreement with our desire. I need to feel her. To taste her.
Gods, why can I not go a day without her face in my thoughts. Even my dreams decieve me with images of my dear sweet neice kneeling for me. Not by the thrown, but by my bed. A handful of silver locks tangled in my fingers.
I need to get her off my mind, but even after seeing Mysaria, my name from the girls lips is all I may think of.
The whore is of few to know my true desires and yet I still cannot give to her without thoughts of my neice.
Will this curse ever end? Or may I be truly destined to think of the girl every moment of my life?
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The Journal of Daemon Targaryen (A House of the Dragon Fanfiction)
FanfictionA telling of the personal Journals of Daemon Targaryen. Begining in the year 114 AC, these are the private thoughts of Daemon Targaryen. Here are some snips: "She stormed into the throne room with a sence of porpose and maturity. She is a spitting...
