Dance of The Dragonwolf

A Dragon and A Wolf

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One Month Later - Daemon Targaryen

The following day after he was informed that he was betrothed, they received a raven informing them that his grandfather was hosting a Tourney for the betrothal between his Grandson and Lady Lyanna.

Soon Daemon was commanded by the King to return to Kingslanding since the tourney would be held there. The people working at the Dragon Pit weren't happy to see Caraxes. His dragon had quite a reputation amongst the people working there. After his dragon was put inside, Daemon was greeted by his loveable aunt Gael Targaryen.

"Daemon is good to have you back," she said with a bright smile, hugging her nephew; Daemon quickly returned the gesture before taking a good look at her; Gael Targaryen, or The Winter Child as some called her, was a Targaryen beauty, rich purple eyes, sharp chin, beautiful face and very silver hair that glitter from the sun like jewels.

"It's good to see you, Aunt Gael. How has King's Landing been without me?" Daemon asked humorously. Both mounted their horses prepared for them, a group of Gold Cloaks leading them to the Red Keep.

"Boring." She said with a little giggle before letting her eyes wander to the Dragon Pit behind them as they slowly rode away.

"I really wanted to accompany you in Dragonstone, but you know how father is when his mind is set on something," Gael said with a frown; Daemon knew exactly how he was, and he didn't need to be reminded of that, as they passed through the busy streets of the city, many recognized Daemon, he was quickly famous, getting closer to the Red Keep, Gael asked about his betrothal, but Daemon wasn't really in the mood to talk about that. He still felt a little sour that his grandfather had betrothed without asking him, just out of nowhere.

"Have you bonded with a Dragon yet?" Daemon asked instead, turning his head to look at her. She looked tiny riding the horse, and he saw the way her shoulders slumped down and her downcast look. He didn't really need an answer.

"Not yet. I thought of it, but I guess. I-I'm afraid." She admitted with a tiny voice, almost afraid that someone would listen and laugh at her. Daemon leaned closer to her with his horse. The gold cloaks around them couldn't hear them.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Aunt. It might be in the beginning, but trust me, when you're in front of them, you will feel it. You will know which dragon is the right one. Once you find your mount, you will want nothing but to be up there, flying amongst the clouds; seeing everything from up there makes you feel like you're the freest person." Daemon encouraged, his hand resting on her shoulder, gently squeezing her. For a moment, she was quiet before looking back at him with a bright smile and a bit more confidence in her eyes before her hand rested on top of his.

"Thank you, Daemon." She said, meaning every word.

"Everything for Family."

During the month he waited for the arrival of his betrothal, Daemon had spent with his big brother, Viserys, and his wife, Aunt Gael, sometimes with his father, and when necessary and only twice with his grandfather, who was still wearing the same cold-harsh face he had before he was exiled. The man would never change, even if the hell froze over.