God's I'm an idiot. The way rhenyra looked at me on that bridge. So much power. So much hurt. How could I tell her I plan to marry and impregnate that whore.
No. You are all I want. I want you to carry pure valerian children. Pure targeryans. My children. Not some whore who doesn't shy when I call your name.
She was so hurt but she came possessing all the power I know she posseses. She was so beautiful. And yet I still was a fool. I was in too deep and I fucked up.
I was a fool. There was so much hurt on her face. She challenged me to kill her. As if I could. She is the most important thing in the world to me. I could never kill her.
How could I have said those things. I know she didn't believe me but she still looked so hurt by my words. Does she feel the same for me as I do her?
I knew taking the egg would bring her to me but to hurt her was not my plan. I never want to hurt her again. I never wish to see that look on her face. Anger toward me. Pain inflicted by my words. To hell with Miserya she doesn't want to be here anymore than I want her to be. All I want is Rhaenyra. I need for her.
Please don't hate me. I need you. I hope you forgive me little dragon.
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The Journal of Daemon Targaryen (A House of the Dragon Fanfiction)
FanfictionA telling of the personal Journals of Daemon Targaryen. Begining in the year 114 AC, these are the private thoughts of Daemon Targaryen. Here are some snips: "She stormed into the throne room with a sence of porpose and maturity. She is a spitting...
