"What's west of Westeros?" Arya asked Jon.
The crow let out a quick laugh replying, "I don't know."
Arya smiled, "No one knows.. That's where all the maps stop."
After killing the mother of dragons and being sent back to the nights watch, Jon Snow...
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS: GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, NON-CONSENSUAL ACTS, PHYSICAL ABUSE, AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
this is a very dark chapter probably one of the darkest in this story.
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Lilith had been fitted into a tightly bound, white dress. Her long hair curled down her back. She was staying in that room, the room she had her first kiss in and the room where Agnolo was pushed from the balcony. Her solemn expression stared longingly at the balcony while the women fitting her tightened the corset as much as it would go. The women finished their work before the doors opened to reveal Daemon who's height barely fit through the frame.
"Ah, your dress fitting.. It looks very lovely on you." He nodded towards the two maidens who bowed and scurried off. He closed the doors behind him. Fear washed over the girl as she became trapped in this room with a violent man.
Lilith stood silently, "You shouldn't be in here... It's bad luck." A silly superstition, yet the girl was hopefully speaking it into fruition. Daemon smiled softly holding his hands behind his back as he circled her, a vulture waiting to land on its prey. Her eyes followed his every move.
"I know we aren't to be wed for a fortnight, but I just couldn't resist." He paused in front of her before slapping her hard to the floor. A sting vibrated throughout her entire body as the man grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to her feet. "I was going to wait, but hearing you scream was a thought that kept scratching at my loins." He forced her hand to cup him through his pants. Lilith tried to wiggle away, wincing at the feeling, but the thin man had a stronger grip than presumed.
He pushed her up against the back of the bed and took her thick hair in his grasp. He kissed her roughly, then twisted her body around.
The demon whispered, pulling a dagger from it's sheath around his waist, "Do you know how much joy came over me, watching as your father wept for his hanging children." In one move, his dagger sliced through the expensive fabric like paper, revealing bruises on her ribs. She took in a deep breath, finally able to, once the restraints of her corset released the strong hold on her. Lilith's breasts came free and Daemon shoved her onto her stomach against the cold mattress. The rest of the gown was torn and thrown aside.
"Please.. Stop.." she spoke softly knowing her words won't silence him. She felt his long fingertips trail down her cleaned, perfect skin along the spine; she breathed out heavily.
"It was a beautiful sight.. Slicing his head clean off, coating myself in his blood. A Ram's blood is so rich," Daemon leaned down as he pressed up against her.
"STOP IT!" Lilith barked at him, lifting her head and wriggling. Daemon took one of his hands and slammed her face back down on the bed.
"Before we begin, my love, I need something wet so I don't hurt you," The evil prince took the blade and gently pressed into her clean back, parting her bronzed skin to reveal a sea of red beneath. Lilith cried out and her agony hardened the man's cock. He laughed, tracing his index talon down her wound.
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