House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Dragon slayer - Part 8 - Viserys x Daemon x Reader

Apologies for lack of updates. I have been on holiday, but now I am back hopefully I can get back into things. Hope you enjoy this new chapter.

"Old Valyria..............." (Y/n) said quietly, as she turned her attention from the dragon in her hand to look over the rather impressive model that took up most of the space in the king's rooms.

"I can only imagine that it looked this way in its prime. That it was ever this glorious.................."

"You know of our true homeland...........?" Viserys queried. The two brothers looking at one another for a moment as Daemon came to stand by the kings chair.

"Of course..........though I have only seen the ruins.............."

"You have...........you've seen the ruins? How..............?" Daemon demanded to know, not sure how to take this information, or whether it was true given what one would have to go through to achieve such a feat.

"Of course.............I have walked its streets. Seen the once great buildings and their ever watchful guardians..............."

"You lie! No one sails the Smoking Sea. Those that have tried, that have gone to find the treasures of Old Valyria have never returned............." Daemon growled, as he moved from his brother's side to stand before the dragon slayer.

"I have no need to lie, you Flea bottom lord. You think that just because you have never done it, just because so many have not returned, that the Smoking Sea is impossible to navigate? That there really are demons and krakens that infest its waters. That men lose their minds in the smoke from the stacks of rock that sprout from the waters like the trunks of lifeless trees. There are no demons, Targaryen. No monsters, just the cowardice and stupidity that lay in the hearts and minds of those that attempt to make their way there." (Y/n) hissed disdainfully in reply, as she stood toe to toe with the younger of the brothers. Viserys shaking his head; it obvious to the king that his father's bastard child was not scared of anything, and most certainly not his brother. So, it didn't matter how much Daemon would huff, puff and threaten, (Y/n) was not going to be put on the back foot by him.

"Daemon..........let her speak............." Viserys said, Daemon giving (Y/n) one last look before he moved out of her way. The dragon slayer slowly making her way over to the older brother and placing the small model of the dragon into his hand.

"There are those, those that know the ways. That know how to traverse the sea. Know the paths that lay amongst the cliffs. They took me to what was left of the city. Told me that it was as much mine as any true born Targaryen, Velaryon or Celtigar. That the life that once dwelled there, now lived within me; that its fire, its blood coursed through my veins. Your brother...........you, can doubt what I say as much as you wish, but that does not change facts, Viserys. I have seen what is left of those topless towers that you have so meticulously attempted to recreate. I have seen the sphinxes, the vaults filled with unimaginable treasures. I have seen the skies where the dragon's used to soar and have bathed in the molten rivers that flow from the heart of the once great empire. Old Valyria is within me...........as is its magic................"

Magic? Viserys couldn't help but move forward in his seat at the mention of the word. He knew of only two kinds of magic that were performed in Valyria; only two kinds of magic that would explain how and why (Y/n) had been able to do what she had done. But how.................how could this young woman posses the power of both the blood and firemages. And more...........why? Why had a supposed bastard child of a Targaryen that had never had the chance to rule, been gifted with this power. Yet it wasn't just that, if what she was suggesting was true, then this young woman could be more dangerous than he already thought. Bloodmagic, in particular, considered to be the darkest and most powerful kind of sorcery. Viserys sure that now he really had to keep this unknown sister of his as close as he could. That he would have to show her that not all dragons were as bad as she might think. And that she and they could live in peace.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Viserys bidding the visitor enter, before one of the guards appeared through the ancient wooden ingress with clothes for (Y/n). The dragon slayer grabbing them from his hand as he stumbled backwards at her glare. The bastard Targaryen laughing, as the door was slammed firmly shut behind the fumbling man.

"You know, as a king you should really have better men. It does not do for House Targaryen to have such cowardly creatures serve it. To have the men of the dragon stumble away at a look from a mere woman. It hardly instils fear in the hearts of others, does it?" (Y/n) chuckled again, before turning her attention to the gown in her hand.

"Though I am sure if anyone dares to get out of line, you could always send your brother and the city watch out again; have another show of force and brutality to keep those pesky smallfolk in line. After all, once a dragon gets the taste for human blood, there is no turning back. The beast just becomes more dangerous, more unpredictable, until you have no option but to cut out its heart." She added, as she made her way back over to Daemon. The dragon slayer shrugging Viserys cloak from her shoulders and standing, once again, naked before the rogue prince.

"Now..............where can I change..............?"