His Princess || Daemon Targaryen

II. Coronation

"MARRY HER TO ME."

"Daemon-" 

Aimere was cut off by her father.

"You are already wed!" Viserys hisses.

"Did that stop Aegon the Conqueror from taking a second wife?" Asked Daemon.

Aimere looked between her father and the man who wanted to marry her before Viserys suddenly pushed his brother against the wall angrily making her gasp!

"I just lost my wife and son! You want to take my child from me, for what? You are NO Conqueror Daemon!" Viserys yells at him.

"Wed Aimere to me," Daemon continues as he looks at her and not his furious brother, "I'll treat her right. Better than any other man ever could."

Aimere cracked a smile at that as Viserys looked at him with confusion and anger before glancing at his daughter making the smile drop as she looked at her hands.

"No," Viserys told him, "not ever happening, now get out!"

He let Daemon go as the Rogue Prince looks at Aimere one more time before leaving the room.

Aimere opened her mouth but her father cut her off, "you want him?"

"I... I don't know," Aimere answered her father and King honestly.

Viserys seethed, "he is your Uncle, he is a man with ill intentions, you'll see that one day."

"Father, I don't mean to be rude, but I don't know if I believe that-"

"I know better than you, child!" Viserys hisses.

"And about the Uncle thing... Has that ever stopped our family before?" Aimere continues.

Viserys gave her a look, "Daemon has been exiled before," he points out, "do you wish to join him?"

Aimere's jaw falls at the threat, "n-no... I'm sorry," she walked out sadness filling her.

STANDING AT THE FUNERAL Aimere tried to think of her mother and only her mother but she had Daemon on her mind...

How could he ask for her hand in marriage so quickly after her mother's death?

She stared downwards as her twin had Syrax set the pyre ablaze...

Aimere felt tears fall, not for Daemon, but for the memory of her mother...

That's when someone took her hand.

Aimere looked over to see Daemon holding her hand.

He gave her a look as she nods.

She couldn't help but still trust him.

Luckily her father was too distracted to notice this.

AIMERE LAY ON HER BED STARING AT THE CEILING.

Remembering the last thing her mother said to her... She couldn't help but be filled with grief and distraught.

But then there were knocks on the door.

She didn't sit up, she didn't even look, she just said, "come," thinking it was just her twin.

But then Daemon walked in, "Princess..."

Aimere looked up at his voice, "Daemon," she sat up.

"I-"

"Why would you ask for my hand?" Asked the Princess.