House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

In dragon's clothing - Part 5 - Daemon x Reader

Everything in italics is old Valyrian.

"You think that I was too harsh on him..........?" She queried, as she looked at the great red dragon.

"You are young, you have not seen the things that I have seen. You do not know what those so called Dragonlords have done. What they have put our kind through, for so long. We are dragons, Caraxes; it is we that should be the lords, not those mortals. I have spent so long living free, so long not being tamed, and I have no intention of surrendering myself to your........your master, now........." She continued, beginning to pace by Caraxes. It obvious that whatever he had "said" to her, had not gone down as well had thought it might.

"Of course, I want to be with you. Of course, I want to meet the others, to feel like I belong. That I have a family. But to surrender myself to that.........that man........he is arrogant, conceited. My mother did not escape from the flesh pits of Gogossos, just to have me be a prize for one whose family may have had a hand in torturing her. Of doing unthinkable things to her. The Bloodmages may have been the ones with the magic, but it was the Dragonlords that controlled the breeding stock..............If my mother had not escaped, I dread to think of what I would have become; what I would have been made to do. And now, am I to believe that you want me to give myself to those people............?" She questioned the dragon; not angry at Caraxes, but at the man. At the situation. All she wanted was for him to leave her alone. All she wanted was for him to sail away with his men, and never return. All she wanted was to spend more time with Caraxes.............

"You will protect me............?" She queried. Her tone much calmer, as Caraxes used his tail to move her back to his side. Her hand gently resting on his head.

"I know. And I feel it too. But can you really protect me from him. Can you stop him from forcing me to appear as I am now. Can you stop him from forcing me to change whenever he wants? He will want to return home and present me as a prize, like a conquering hero. If he knows anything of his people, of the past; of what the Bloodmages did in the pits of Gogossos, he may realise what I am. He may know of the experiments. He may know of the abominations that were created; that none of these creatures lived to see their coming of age...........except me.................." She told the dragon softly, as she placed a cheek to his scaled face.

"Talk to him...........? Make him see sense..........? Do you really think that he is a man that can be reasoned with............? Fine........but only because of you. But promise me that if things go wrong, you will come with me. We can find a place where no one will come looking for us............." She added. Smiling as Caraxes nodded his head. His claws reaching out and grabbing hold of singed Targaryen banner, before bringing it to her.

"Yes, you are right. It is best that I cover this form.........." She chuckled softly, as she picked up the banner and wrapped it around herself; kissing Caraxes on the snout, before making her way to find the pale haired man.

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Daemon sat in his chair, mulling over the goblet of wine in his hand. The thought of leaving without one, if not both dragons. The thought of returning to Kings Landing without at least Caraxes, and having to face the inevitable questions, was not something that he really wanted to think about. The goblet being slammed down on the table by his side, as he envisioned the look on Otto Hightower's face, when it became clear that he could not control his dragon, and it had left him. But what else was he to do. The beautiful creature had given him an ultimatum; she had told him to leave, or she and Caraxes would turn the land beneath their feet, to molten rock. And though he was not one to back down............no, there must be another way. She could surely be reasoned with. She could.................

"My prince............." A voice came. Daemon looking up to see one of his men at the entrance to the tent.

"You.........you have a visitor.............." The soldier continued, before moving out of the way to reveal the woman. Daemon getting up from his seat, as she moved inside.

"You and I need to speak, Dragonlord............." She growled disdainfully, as she moved to stand in front of him. Daemon looking her up and down, wishing that she was still as naked as she had been previously; but wrapped in the banner of his House, he had to think was nearly as good.

"Caraxes seems to think that you can be trusted. That I should give you a chance. That I should go with you to this, Kings Landing............" She continued, as Daemon gestured for her to take a seat.

"So.......you will come.................?"

"I have yet to decide. But before I even contemplate it, I have conditions. Things that you must agree to.............."

"And if I do not agree to these conditions.............?"

"Then, and no matter what Caraxes might think of you. I will do as I promised. The stone beneath your feet will turn to liquid, and you and your men will find a new home at the bottom of the Narrow Sea.........."

"Then, by all means, let me hear these conditions............" Daemon replied, as he retook his own seat, and picked up what was left of his drink.