𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ★ the house of the dragon.

chapter twenty, remember me.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒
- REMEMBER ME -

THREE YEARS AGO.

As Daemon watched her walk away, there was a small feeling of longing - along with the slightest hint of sadness and regret. But, as always, he did everything in his power to suppress his emotions. He was a prince, after all.

Before she left, however, Visenya would stop and peer over her shoulder to glance at her uncle.

She stared at him with hesitation, and such conflict. It was as if she were fighting some sort of arguement within her. "I must ask one thing before i leave."

Daemon looked back at her, and as always - those pale eyes of his continued to stare at her. He wasn't sure what Visenya might have wanted from him, but he was all ears for whatever she wanted.

For whatever she wanted to say - and for whatever questions she wanted to ask.

"Ask away." He quietly encouraged, and yet, his gaze never wandered far away from her face.

Visenya bit her tongue and spared a brief look towards the floor, as the soft wind from outside her chamber began to gently brush against her pale skin.

"You were banished." She began, before quickly correcting herself. "You are banished." Slowly, her eyes would look up and meet those of her uncle's once more. "And you haven't sneaked in or paid a visit to the keep ever since Viserys banished you, until now."

A small frown grew across her brows. Her voice softened somewhat, as she gave a lazy gesture towards him. "Why are you here, Daemon?"

Daemon would raise both his eyebrows as he looked back at his niece. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to laugh at the simple statement she had made, or to feel insulted - but as always, he chose to suppress any emotion.

"Am I no longer permitted to visit my home?" He'd ask, his tone flat, almost conceding. "Is this not where my mother and father grew up? Where so many memories were made?" He would continue.

The Princess looked away, her lips pinching together in mild annoyance. She gave a quiet sigh and stared at the wall for some time. "That isn't what i meant, and i know a large part of you knows that." Visenya would tilt her head to the side, so she may look back at Daemon. "I'm asking you why you are here." She'd point a finger around her chamber. "Why it is me you're visiting."

For a moment, Daemon didn't say anything.

He remained silent for some time, as he stared at her a little longer. Even after the silence, his gaze continued with intensity. Intensity that was both familiar and foreign.

"Is there anyone else I should visit?" He'd ask with complete confidence. As it seemed, he expected a rather serious answer to a very serious question.

But then again, the truth was clear.

Daemon visited Visenya because he didn't want to visit anyone else - nor did he wished to.

"You could've visited Viserys." Visenya would point out, while she pushed the door shut a little - so that their conversation wouldn't be overheard. "Aerion. Rhaenyra."

The door closing shut a little, and her words did more than to simply anger the prince.

"Viserys?" He replied, his tone laced with sarcasm and mockery. "The man who no longer considers me his brother? The man who had me banished? Yes, I suppose I could go visit Viserys." There was a pause, before he bitterly continued. "Aerion, Rhaenyra?" Daemon repeated. The sarcasm was still in his tone. "Do you wish for me to visit my other brother and your younger sister? Two people who bore me?"