"Y/n Targaryen. You need to stop playing with your brother's swords. Before he catches you." One of the guards told me as I swung the heavy Valyrian sword around me. I dropped the sword on the ground.
"Just mind your own business. Or I'll have you burned alive." His eyes widened, and he ran from the room. I heard a chuckle behind me, and I turned to see Daemon. He picked up the sword I had dropped, and pointed it at me.
"You really shouldn't be playing with swords. You could get hurt, or worse." I smirked, and looked at the rack of training swords.
"Wanna bet?" I grabbed a sword leaning against the wall, and spun it around me. A mirror image of him, I pointed my sword at him.
"Fine. You can at least wield it without it dropping to the ground." He dropped his arm to his side after he put his sword back in its sheath. He took a couple steps towards me, his eyes observing my face.
"You think you're so clever, don't you?" I bit my lip as his hand brushed my cheek. I lifted my chin to look at his eyes.
"I'm smarter than you." He grabbed the side of my neck, pulling me flush to his body.
"Shut your pretty mouth already." He kissed me roughly, and pushed us both into the wall. He ran his hands all over my chest and hips. I moaned against his lips as his hands squeezed my hips. He pulled away from me, adjusted his shirt, and slowly walked out of the room. I stood, resting against the wall, still processing what the hell just happened.
"I'm going to need you to follow me." I hummed, and began to follow him.
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