House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Dragon slayer - Part 10 - Viserys x Daemon x Reader

Apologies for my lack of updates, I have been having surgery and only got out of hospital earlier this week. But as I have to recuperate for the next few weeks, I should be back to updating more often.

"You.........you will?" Viserys finally managed to ask, as he looked at the smugly smiling dragon slayer, whose arms were firmly folded across her chest. Her eyes not leaving those of Daemon.

"Why not. I know of the Targaryen proclivity to marry their own. And despite my mother's blood ruining that of your pure line, I am the closest thing to a sister that you two will get. That, and if there is one guaranteed way to make a man like your brother miserable, it's to marry him off. And even better when it is to a woman like me. A woman that has no intention of kowtowing to his orders. That is not scared of him, or his reputation for chopping off the hands and heads of the smallfolk. A woman that will make the Lord of Flea Bottom sit and beg like a good little boy............"

"BEG?! ME?! NEVER..............." Daemon exclaimed, as he banged his fists on the table. His words just making (Y/n) laugh.

For others, all this.......this show, would intimidate them; would make any other woman, and other person cower away for fear of what the rogue prince might do. But (Y/n) knew he was powerless against her. That no matter how much he might want to, he would never be able to do her any harm. That, and the only reason that the house of the three headed dragon, had gained and managed to hold power, was due to the fact that they controlled the dragons. Take those away, and they were nothing. Therefore, given that she could take that control away with just one word, she truly did have the upper hand. And she knew that at least Viserys had figured that out.

"You will beg, and you will like it................." (Y/n) replied softly. Daemon feeling the heat make its way to the pit of his stomach, as she bit down onto her bottom lip. The look of anger in her eyes turning to something else. Something much more seductive. The prince fighting the urge that he was feeling to make his way over to her, pull her into his arms and kiss her.

"Enough! Enough, the pair of you. It is settled. (Y/n) will remain in Kings Landing, and you will be wed........." Viserys announced, as he took a seat in his chair at the head of the table and let out a heavy sigh.

Some may think of him as a fool, he was sure that sometimes Daemon did. That they may see him as weak for not rushing headlong into battles, into wars like his brother always wanted to do. Some might even question whether he was a coward or not. But no matter what others, what his brother, his small council might think, all he wanted to do, was keep his kingdom, his people safe. He didn't want to be known as a tyrant like Maegor, no; he wanted to be remembered as just, as diplomatic. A king that did his best to keep the Seven Kingdoms together. And despite feeling as though he was giving the dragon slayer what she wanted. Despite feeling as though he might regret this in some way, he knew that he had no other choice. She held all the cards, she held sway over the actions of Daemon, of himself; but most importantly, she held sway over the dragons. Viserys getting a sense that (Y/n) knew this. That she knew there was nothing else that he could do, but bring her into the family, and hope. Viserys rolling his eyes, as Daemon turned to try and protest once more. The king holding up his hand, stopping him before he could start.

"No, there will be no more. I will not listen. I have made up my mind and that is all there is. You will be wed before the next full moon. But for now, I have an apartment that should be perfect for you, (Y/n). And perhaps you will join Daemon and I at the feast tonight." Viserys said, as he turned his attention from his brother to his half-sister.

"A feast........I would love to.........brother. And I am sure that my husband to be will enjoy the fact that we will get to spend some time together before our nuptials. After all, we must make a good impression, mustn't we.............?" (Y/n) said, as she got to her feet. Giving her older siblings a smile, as Viserys called out for his guards. Ser Westerling making his way into the room and staring for a moment at the woman that not long before had walked through dragon fire, unscathed. Viserys informing the Lord Commander to escort her to the apartments that were not too far from those of Daemon.

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(Y/n) looked around the rooms. This, all this was so much different to the way that she had grown up. Most of her life she had spent in the caravan that followed the traders along the routes from one Free City to the next. The earth often her bed, the starry sky her blanket. The fire upon which her mother would cook for all those that were willing to pay, keeping her warm. So, to be in a castle, surrounded by such luxury was a little strange; but it was something that she was sure that she could get used to. The dragon slayer turning as a knock came to the door.

She knew that her visitor had been there, watching from the shadows, as the Kingsguard had escorted her to the rooms. Waiting for his moment, as Ser Westerling had nodded respectfully, before leaving her. She was surprised that he had waited this long, but she was aware that he was careful. That you didn't get to the position he held without being circumspect. Without making all the right moves. And (Y/n) knew that he was about to try and make one of those moves on her; the dragon slayer sure that the news of her impending marriage to the prince, had already spread around the Keep. But unlike Viserys, she had no intention of listening to him; no intention of believing him. Though that didn't mean that she wouldn't welcome him in, for her own reasons. That she wouldn't pretend to entertain him until she could get close enough. For if she was to truly find her place. If she was to do all the things that she had promised herself, promised her dead mother, she would do, then blood magic required blood, and her caller, whether he knew it or not, would be giving her some of his. The bastard dragon making her way over to the door, and slowly opening it. A faux, sweet smile gracing her features, as she saw the man.

"Ah, Lord Hand. How can I help you...............?"