Burn Together ❖ Daemon Targaryen

Chapter 16

" ... Princess Rhaellanne was feared by the small folk after Genald Baratheon's death. They whispered about her in the streets saying she had cursed him, conspired to have him killed, used dark magic, or poisoned him. Others blamed Ser Roderick, her protector, who had been sworn to her since birth and was more dedicated to her than most knights were ever because even though he had sworn to protect King Viserys, he would die for the Princess. The majority blamed the Rogue, Prince Daemon. Prince Daemon had returned the night of Genald's death and had never been seen away from the Princess since, always wearing an arrogant smirk. Daemon and Rhaellanne would disappear together for hours and return appearing dishevelled and shameless, which angered Queen Alicent. After years of waiting, the only obstacle between them was the King and Queen ... "

Rhaellanne Targaryen was many things; a princess, dragon rider, the ruler of dragons, a daughter, a sister, and a friend. One thing she had not often been as a child was frequently smiling as she often preferred to keep a stony, impassive look on her face at all times.

However, Genald Baratheon's death seemed to have made her completely flip and in the days following his accident Rhaellanne smiled more than she ever had in her whole life. She wore black every day as a woman in mourning was supposed to, and would tell anyone who asked about how sad she was that he was dead, however, she clearly was not upset

Alicent had to watch with a rage as Rhaellanne practically skipped around the castle, and she was angry that not only had her plan to marry her off failed, but now the Princess was thriving more than ever. There were rumours about the reasons for her happiness, including people saying that perhaps she had killed Genald, and others who suggested that the Princess was actually a witch. But with no evidence against her, Alicent, and the rest of court had to assume that Rhaellanne was happy because now she was not being forced into this marriage, but only a save few knew the truth of it

Whenever Rhaellanne was not attending to one of her duties, or pretending to mourn her late fiancé, she was not seen in court and would claim that she needed rest and solitude after such a harrowing event, but that could not be further from the truth

In truth, in those moments that she could not be found in court, she was always found in the arms of the Rogue Prince himself. Either they would be in one of their rooms, losing themselves in the wild flames of their love for hours and hours, or they would be out of the Red Keep flying their dragons, and then they would often lose themselves again in the caves or forests or fields of King's Landing

At the moment they had flown Cannibal and Caraxes over Blackwater Bay, and had settled them on one of the hills along the coast, and let the dragons play with each other freely so that their riders could disappear into the trees beside the water

Daemon had quickly pressed Rhaellanne's back against the bark of a tree and his hands were excitedly roaming across her body

"Ñuha zaldrīzes [My dragon]" he whispered against her neck, kissing the skin there gently 

"Ñuha jorrāelagon [My love]" replied Rhaellanne, running her hands through his soft hair and closing her eyes in bliss as he kissed her harder. 

"I can't wait to marry you" he breathed against her neck

"Not yet," giggled Rhaellanne "I am meant to be in mourning"

"Yet you are here, letting me have my way with you" he smirked as he brought his lips up to brush against hers

Rhaellanne grinned and pulled his head down so that their lips met in a frenzy of clashing teeth and breathy moans. Her hands immediately turned to unclasping the leather buckles of his waistcoat and then went downwards towards his trousers, which she began to untie