Rebekah Mikaelson fell in love. She died. He moved on. But she didnt stay dead and her heart was still stuck on Daemon. Could another Targaryen be the one to bring her back to life?
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"I was there when you said forever and always but you didnt mea...
''I think it was the fact that she was just as bored as I.'' Daemon recalled fondly. ''She was leaning against the wall as though she couldnt care less about who the future king or queen would be. Then she caught my eye and she didnt smile but she gave me that look. That look that said I know something much more entertaining we could do...
Viserys was content he didnt think he would be king didnt care if he wasnt but thought if they chose him he would do right by the people.
Rhaenys knew she would be queen. Corlys wanted it too.
In the year 101, the Old King called a Great Council to choose an heir. Over a thousand lords made the journey to Harrenhal. Fourteen succession claims were heard but only two were truly considered
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, the King's eldest descendant, and her younger cousin, Prince Viserys Targaryen, the King's eldest male descendant.
'It is declared by all lords paramount and lords vassal of the Seven Kingdoms... that Prince Viserys Targaryen be made Prince of Dragonstone.' Jaehaerys Targaryen decreed.
Everyone was so focused on them that no one noticed Prince Daemon of dragonstone sneaking away with Rebekah Mikaelson.
''She had taken me dancing.'' Daemon recalled. ''We drank and danced and I had forgotten the rest of the world existed. Beka did that so easily.''
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Many Years ago...
"Hello," Daemon said coming up beside Beka. She glanced at him, just barely before she continued picking at her nails. "I'm Daemon, prince Daemon Targaryen." he went on.
"Impressive, for you." Beka answered.
"I suppose if I said you are the most beautiful woman in the world that wouldnt phase you." Daemon remarked.
"You can say it but I'm bored. You are clearly bored. Lets get out of here." Beka offered.
"Speaking my language." Daemon agreed wrapping an arm around her waist. Elijah and Finn, Beka's eldest brothers stared back at her as she left, heels clicking on the ground as she laughed into Daemon.
"Are you ever going to tell me your name?" Daemon questioned as they walked.
"You never asked. You provided your name but never said gorgeous woman what is yours." Beka reminded him.
"Gorgeous woman!" Daemon declared very loudly as he pulled her to a stop. "What might your name be?"
"Rebekah and that was wonderful." Beka appaulded.
"Rebekah what?" Daemon mused. "I havent seen you before. So far north? Far south? A mysterious beauty from across the narrow sea perhaps?"
"North." Beka answered.
"Stark? No you are too pretty to be a stark." Daemon decided and Beka laughed leaning into him.
"I dont know Rickard is quite handsome." Beka mused.
"Wildling... no. Wildlings dont dress like you." Beka did a spin as Daemon took her in. "Stunning."
"Mikaelson," she corrected. "Beka Mikaelson."
"Pleasure to officially meet you. You know i dont know how I have survived this long without knowing you. I think I would die if you left." Daemon declared confidently.
"Yeah?" Beka questioned taking a step closer. "I wonder what would happen if you kissed me."
"Need wonder no more." Daemon countered impatient for a taste of her. He fisted her hair tilting her face up to his as she tugged on his shirt keeping his body to hers. His lips devoured hers and she thought that moment felt a lot like heaven.
Breathlessly she pulled back just a bit and stared into his violet eyes.
"Shall we get that drink?" Beka rasped biting at her lip. Daemon nodded pushing open the tavern door.
Daemon had thought today would be the worst day of his life. His brother his bookworm history loving brother was being made king. That was never his strong suit. Being strong. Being in charge.
But the day had taken a marvelous turn upon meeting Beka. He felt himself falling. Falling so fast for her.
"Another?" Daemon whispered as she finished her drink
"Another," she confirmed kissing his neck. But when daemon got back a knight was hitting on her but of course who wouldnt? Rebekah Mikaelson was a goddess. But Daemon was confident in his ability to make her swoon. But Beka didnt care for the pushy knight. She was smitten with Daemon.
The knight had gotten to close trying to kiss her despite her blunt go the fuck away but he didnt listen. When did men ever listen, Beka thought and smashed his head against the wall.
The knight stumbled back as Beka brushed off her hands a satisyed smile on her face as blood glushed out his nose.
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Daemon fell in love on the spot. She stared down victorious at the moaning groaning knight on the gground when Daemon came up to her and kissed her like his life depended on it. Daemon thought it did. Truly if he didnt kiss this woman right now he would have died.
"Marry me." He requested holding her face in his hands
"Marry you?" Beka laughed back.
"Marry me!" daemon begged kissing her again and again.
"I dont know you. You could be a psychopath" Beka countered
"Marry me!" Daemon declared lifting her up and her legs wrapped around him.
"We can talk about it in the morning". Bekka suggested.
