Daemon Targaryen Imagines

Dragon

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Request: Anonymous asked: "Would you mind taking me back home...or setting me on fire?" daemon targaryen and fem reader plz

The old man was making a fool of himself. You had been sent to visit as an attempt to show that the royal house appreciated the old lord's attentions and devotion. Just not enough to lure the king himself from the Red Keep.

He had kissed your hands, fussed over your rings and babbled on about things you had no care for. You'd hoped for a feast. That at least would drag on for a few hours and allow you an excuse to head home. Of course, your dragon had abandoned it in favour of Caraxes who had flown ahead to send word to Corlys. So you had been left with the few servants that had travelled by carriage.

"Perhaps the king would be interested in seeing!" The old man said. He was attempting to show you some sort of tool for farm work, a hobby of the old lord. It was crude and you knew the Maester had something similar in his rooms. At least that was what Aegon and Aemond had said when they had broken in to inspect what was hidden there. The lord was desperate to hold your attention so you gave a tight smile.

"Perhaps he will." You offered lamely. The lord beamed and nodded, encouraging his servants to show you how it worked again. Your attention was pulled towards the sky as two dragons danced overhead and Caraxes landed not too far from the gates of the lord's keep with a thunderous boom. He preened and sang to your own dragon who landed elegantly beside him, still shaking the ground, but finding her footing much quicker than the red beast.

"Such... such fine creatures." The old lord said nervously. You smiled genuinely at that.

"Yes." You answered. The only thing you'd said since arriving with any affection. Daemon strolled his way towards the keeps gates and was ushered towards you and the lord on the sprawling gardens.

"My prince." The old lord said and bowed as best he could. Daemon smiled mockingly at the lord and greeted him formally. He glanced at you. You refused to look his way for you knew catching his eye would crack you. "Do you come for the feast?"

"If there is a place for me. I would enjoy a meal." Daemon said quickly.

"Of course!" the lord said and turned to a group of servants behind him. He shouted orders at them quickly and shuffled away.

"Well. How fairs Corlys?" You asked when Daemon lounged against a low wall that surrounded the small plot of well-tended land that the lord had been showing you his tool in.

"He is well. You fair well, do you? No proposals yet?" Daemon asked as if he was hiding a smile that threatened to slide into an amused laugh. You would have swatted at his arm if the lord had not returned with quick scurrying steps. Daemon chuckled to himself as the lord took both your hands again and insisted that you followed him to his main hall for the feast. When he turned away you glanced back at, Daemon whispering;

"Would you mind taking me back home...or setting me on fire?" Which had him laughing so loudly that everyone looked at him.

"I am afraid either of those choices would have us in trouble." He replied quickly. You hummed as if you were thinking it over. There would be no use snubbing the lord with the end of your journey in sight. You would feast and then leave.

Daemon sat at the long wooden table opposite you, directed there by a nervous man who tended the old lord. You sat next to the old lord who tried to enchant you by explaining about his rather bland meal. It became clear as the courses of the meal dragged on that there was one final goal of the old lord. A union. Daemon was amused by the lack of subtlety of the man until he offered to let you stay instead of having to travel back. You gave Daemon a look that made him quickly clear his throat and stand.

"We should be leaving." Daemon jerked his hand out across the table as if inviting you to leave and you gracefully stood. The lord started to splutter and complain but you had both reached the door before you could be stopped and Daemon hurried you from their great hall.

"Why do all these old men think they can bargain for marriage?" you huffed and followed Daemon's lead as he marched down towards the gate of the keep and towards your dragons.

"All men believe they are worthy of a High born lady." Daemon commented dismissively. He glanced at you as you hurried slightly to keep pace with him.

"Even you?" You asked slyly.

"I am a prince. So... I should have whatever and whomever I wish." Daemon said as the two of you passed through the gates. Your dragon was laying sprawled out. She seemed to have snatched up some sort of sea creature while following Caraxes earlier in the day. Its large, mostly eaten carcass sat near her snout. Caraxes sang and whined, pleading with her for some of it while she ignored him. Though when he turned his attention towards Daemon for a moment she seemed to complain to him for his disinterest. Clearly, she had been enjoying his undivided attention. She reluctantly relinquished her prize as you mounted her back and she lazily got up. It didn't take long for the two of you to be in their air and Caraxes followed after a few mouthfuls and an affectionate scolding from Daemon. The dragons flew calmly back to the outer wall of King's Landing but refused to go any further. Daemon relented first and muttered several harsh words in high Valyrian before stomping away. Your dismount was rougher than usual as Syrax flew overhead and your dragon hurried to hum to Caraxes. Slightly embarrassed, you hurried to catch up with Daemon.

"Still clumsy." He muttered and smiled when you groaned.

"It is not my fault your dragon is a lustful beast!" You said furiously defending you both.

"You say that as if your dragon did not abandon you to chase Caraxaes about the seas." Daemon said with amusement.