"TO THIS LOVE WE ARE BOTH CHAINED AND BOUND"
in which daemon targaryen finds himself chained to a woman. never leaving his thoughts, saphrona arryn is the missing piece to daemon's happiness.
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON|DAEMON TARGARYEN...
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as the night turned sour, saphrona was glad to know she had ended up in bed early. she was very asleep by the time daemon had made it into bed beside her.
his niece was much more like her step mother, alicent than he thought. she had followed him to the beach after his argument with viserys to perhaps catch him in a moment of weakness.
she called after him, before wanting to confide in him. "laenor has been restless for years, but now i fear he will be useless. or worse." when she was met with silence, she continued.
"i know better than anyone that our marriage is a farce. but i at least make the effort to maintain appearances." she complained.
daemon looked over at his niece. maybe she did just want some sage advice, from someone other than saphrona. at one time, him and his niece were thick as thieves. he shrugged, "well you have more to lose."
the blonde nodded, "yes well that has been my lot since my father named me heir. we did try...to conceive a child. we performed our duty as best we could. but to no avail, there was no joy in it. i found that elsewhere. it felt good to be desired." she confided in him. she had admitted her children were not laenor's which was a big step.
daemon grinned, looking down. "i understand ser harwin was quite...devoted to you." he struggled to find the right words.
rhaenyra nodded, "yes he was. and i trusted him. i should have forbidden ser harwin from returning to the river lands. harren's curse is said to be as strong now as it was after the conquest." she was actually sad about his death, also surprising to daemon honestly.
he shook his head. "that's a ghost story. one that ser otto and the queen will gladly exploit." he knew exactly what happened at harrenhal, and he did not have to witness the fire to understand.
rhaenyra was firm though. "i do not believe alicent capable of cold murder." she insisted this.
"each of us is capable of depravity. and more than you would believe." he reasoned.
"i believe it of you. i've been alone! you abandoned me, and look at what my life became without you. droll tragedy." the girl was whiny.
daemon scoffed, "oh, and i wonder what you think of mine by comparison?" he would be honest when he said that his life was not what he had dreamed of it, although his wife and children were a blessing.
rhaenyra stood strong. "i know little of it. do you love her?" she asked, her eyes staring into what felt like daemon's soul.
daemon cocked his head, not really believing what he was hearing. "yes, i do. we are happy." it was his turn to stand strong.
rhaenyra scoffed. "well that in itself is a great achievement. i am sorry." she admitted, putting her head down.
daemon shook his head. "don't be. i love my family, and i love my lady wife very much." he turned down her advances. he knew what she wanted, and he knew he would not be the one to give it to her.
