House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

In dragon's clothing - Part 2 - Daemon x Reader

Quickly and quietly, she made her way from the fires of the mortal encampment, to the place where she knew the fresh water settled in a pool between the rocks. It had been a while since she had been in this form. A while since she had had to change. Usually, she preferred to be the dragon. As the creature, she could fly, she could go anywhere and feared nothing; and up until now, she had been left alone to be and do as she wished. But occasionally, as with this current situation, the ability to take on human form, had it benefits.

It was hard for her to believe that she had come to this point. She had been born at least a millennia before, in the chain of volcanoes known to the mortals as the Fourteen Fires. Born of the darkest magic. Her mother, a mortal slave that had come from the flesh pits of Gogossos, where the Valyrian bloodmages had mated her to the darkest, and mightiest of dragons. The poor creature finally able to escape the pits; able to make her way to the volcanoes, before her child had been born. A mortal appearing child that could become a dragon like its father. The only one that the sorcerers could not control with a dragon horn. So, unlike others, she had been able to hide from the people that took her kin and tamed them; tamed them so that they could be used to fight. She, able to stay free and wild. Able to move, unnoticed, in the cities of man. Coming to dislike those that called themselves 'Dragonlords'. Mortals that dared to think that they really were the masters of her kind.

After the Doom of Valyria. After the catastrophic volcanic event two centuries before, which had shattered the Valyrian peninsula and wiped out almost all the dragons in the world; she had hidden away, slumbering, waiting for a time when she thought that she could make her way back into the world, hoping that all the Dragonlords had gone the way of most of her kind. But it would appear that she was wrong. It appeared that they were still lived, the female able to tell that the pale haired man was one of them. Her ability to tell, not just down to the fact that he had brought a dragon with him to her island. Not just that he could speak the language that had been used to control her kin for so long, no; it was the fact that she could smell it on him. She could see it in his eyes. In the way that he held himself. Possessing the same arrogance that all those that believed they were masters of dragons had; and she had no intention of allowing herself to be taken by him. No intention of allowing him to claim her as his. No intention of letting him remove her from her island so that she could be paraded through the streets of a mortal city as if she were a spoil of war. As if he were her master. So, she would remain like this, in this more fragile form, until this Dragonlord came to believe that his prize had gone. Came to believe that she had flown away.

Slowly she climbed up onto the rocks; the periodic light of the moon making her now human skin appear as though it were glistening. Carefully, she lowered her naked body down into the cold pool of water, the female savouring the chill against her heated skin. A smile pulling at the corners of her lips, as she thought about what the pale haired man would wake to find. Though about his anger as he discovered nothing but empty chains that had once held his prize. The daughter of mortals and dragons slowly lowering herself fully into the shimmering pool.

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Daemon sat back in his chair; a goblet of wine grasped between his fingers as he lost himself in thought. Despite having left it before the day was replaced by night, he couldn't help but continue to think about the dragon he had finally been able to capture. To say that it was the strangest creature that he had come across, would be an understatement. No dragon, not even one in the oldest of lore's that he had read, had been able truly understand language. Not truly able to comprehend words other than those that they had been trained to obey. Yet this one..........this one understood. The prince sure that if it could speak, it would have more than given him a piece of its mind. Sure, that he would have ended up in a verbal battle with the beast. But given that.......that would make this dragon an even greater prize than he already thought. The younger Targaryen only able to imagine what could be achieved when he had finally tamed it. For he would tame it. Even if it took him the rest of his days, the beautiful beast would be his, and only his to command. No one then daring to question him. To undermine him. To move against him.

Slowly he got to his feet and made his way to the entrance of the large, elaborate tent, the prince pushing back the heavy material and staring over in the direction of where the dragon lay. In the morning, he would have the creature placed onto one of the ships of the Velaryon Fleet. He would take it from the Stepstones; take it back to Kings Landing. He would display his new dragon for all in the city to see. He would ride before it until he came to the Red Keep. The thought making the prince smile, before he took a drink of the deep red liquid in the glass.

"Until tomorrow.........my pretty one............." Daemon said quietly, before finishing his wine and making his way to his bed.