Fire and Steel

A Lioness's Home; Daemon Targaryen

WITH WEALTH, DRAGONS, AND VALYRIAN BLOOD, you and your family found a fine living in Lys. And perhaps more than just fine living. Daemon and you are called the prince and princess of Lys; an honorary title given by the Lyseni people after the triumphant war led by your husband against Myr and Tyrosh over the Disputed Lands.

While Daemon was claiming yet another glory winning a war, you were claiming your own by preserving the free city's economy in maintaining the integrity of the trading path between Lys and Lannisport.

Lord Jason Lannister was more than thrilled and willing to help his sweet sister, and Ser Tyland couldn't be happier that their sister did not forget about her two lion brothers who love her immensely. Furthermore, Lord Tyland saw that in helping you, thus your husband, to ascend to power in foreign lands, it would push the dangers of the newly-reformed Triarchy away. The pirates of the Triarchy, as it seemed, did not wish to yield yet even after their gruesome loss in Stepstones at the hands of your husband and House Velaryon several years ago. Securing power in Lys would prevent the pirates to rise again, as your small family already owns three dragons, and the Lyseni people's favour.

When you were in your sixth month of pregnancy, with a very large bump in your belly, Daemon took you to the dragonpit to choose a dragon egg for your child together. You chose that special moment to tell Daemon, sheepishly, that he needed to pick two eggs and not only one. Your husband arched an eyebrow, letting the new information sink, then a wide and satisfied grin adorned his handsome face.

You suspected it during your fifth month, and the maester confirmed your qualms when he visited you for your monthly check-ups. You asked him not to speak to your husband of the matter, for you wanted to share the happy news with him in private and on distinctive occasion.

Taelon was the first to be born, his birth was easy, coming out without much fuss. Daenesya, however, was the one hard to deliver; your battle in labour continued for several hours before you finally heard her screams for air. Daemon never left your side during the whole process, encouraging you while you cried and screamed through insufferable pain. He dried your sweat and whipped your tears away from your face, reminding you that you're his fierce lioness and you could do it, while the Septas around you told you to hold your breath and push.

"Well done, my brave girl," Daemon said proudly while holding both babies in his strong arms. "Well done."

Daemon was true to his words and when your children's first name day came, the four of you took residence in Lys, where you were welcomed and treated with great hospitality.

Taelon and Daenesya are the epitome of exact opposites. Upon the first look, one would immediately say that your twin children are the mirror of one another; silver-gold long hair, and their eyes are amethyst flecked with emerald. However, one is quiet, calm, and leisure, and the other is unruly, chaotic, and headstrong. But both are of dragons and lions in spirit.

Your son's egg hatched after two years of his birth and gave him his precious Darkfyre. A beautiful dragon, with navy blue scales tinted by light cyan frames. His burning flames are of blue colour. Daenesya, on the other hand, her egg hatched after a year of her birth, and she was gifted her best friend Aeksyas. She's larger and wilder than Darkfyre. She has silver scales and golden eyes, and her flames are dark red. Daemon explained to you that dragons take after their riders, and you see it with your own eyes.

"Dracarys!"

Red and blue fire weave together, and from the purple flames Daemon emerges from while mounting Caraxes. A cheered applause acclaims from around you as your husband and children give them a dragon show. Among the spectators, you're the loudest and rowdiest; a proud wife and mother, watching her family proudly showing off the discrete dragonblood they have.

It's true that the people of Lys have the reminiscent of Valyrian blood, but the Targaryens are the only ones who are capable of taming dragons to their will in the Known World.

Nevertheless, your eyes are a tad more focused on your husband more the children. Daemon never ceases to mesmerize you with his riding skills, and the correspondence he has with Caraxes. The two share something really special, and you're never tired to watch over and over again. There were some times when you, eagerly, mounted Caraxes with Daemon for a ride. It was such a thrilling experience you don't mind to try it again. But in such occasions, you let the Targaryens do their thing while you stand their with charmed audience.

After a while of strutting their talent in the sky, the trio, led by Daemon, take their land on the ground. Everyone clapps for them, including you, before the three usher their mounts to the caves they've turned it into their own Dragonpit.

"Daemon, darling," You say when the latter emerges from the cave pit, "You were marvelous up there,"

Daemon encircles an arm around your waist, pecking you lips. He smells of dragon and fire.

"Did you see Darkfyre's flames, mother!" Taelon gushes from behind, his face is slightly smudged by dirt and soot.

"Oh, I did, and they were magical, my cub!" You crouch a bit to whip his face with your handkerchief.

"Mother, did you see how pretty Aeksyas's wings are?!" Daenesya shrieks as she takes her father's side, clinging to his arm.

The four of you head to the carriage that's waiting for you to go home.

•••

After the three of them washed the dragon stench off of them, the four of you had supper. Then came Valyrian class for Taelon and Daenesya. The twins reluctantly escorted the maester to the library. And the two of you are left alone.

"Caraxes would be always my favourite dragon." You whisper your secret to your husband as you reach the roof of your palace. It's where you and your husband spend some quality time together away from everyone's eyes. You sit on the padded floor, with your husband's head in your lap.

Daemon guffaws, "That would break Dani's heart; she thinks Aeksyas is your favourite, and she brags about it before Taelon."

"Oh, really?" You arch a brow, "Wonder where did she get that idea from?"

Your husband smiles privately and leaves you with no answer, but you know him better. Daenesya is his favourite, and you can why, she's practically the little version of himself.

You stroke his face gently, "I was thinking, husband,"

"What is it, my love?" He drawls as he relaxes into your touch.

"What do you think of visiting Westeros?"

His violet eyes snap open, and he gazes up at you, puzzled, "You want to go back there?"

"I do, but only for a visit," You continue, "I'd like the children to see their homeland and be introduced properly to their kin. Also, I want to show my family off in court." You smirk, flicking your hair behind your back.

"You little minx, you want a revenge, do you not?" Daemon returns your smirk with a sly one of his own.

Your grin grows wider, "Great minds think alike, my dragon. Yes, it's exactly what I want. I want to crush everyone who's belittled me in the past. Of course, if it pleases you, my prince."

There's a satisfied grin on the dragon's mouth, a proud one, even, "I do not mind at all, my fierce lioness. And let the small folk write songs about our love and how it conquered all..."

You chuckle giddily at him before pecking his lips, "Thank you, husband," You grab his hand and kiss it, putting it against your cheek, "But know that it's neither Westeros nor Essos is my home..."

Daemon raises an eyebrow, "Where might it be then, my love?"

"You," you answer with a pacing heart, "You're my one and only home..."