I returned to the keep today. I feel mocked and laughed at by my brother. He still takes me a fool. Rhaenyra, though, is more gorgeous than ever. A sight of pure perfection. I will have her.
She's older now. Matured. She wore the necklace I gifted her. It made me so happy to see it perched above her breast. The gods made her an image of them. Perfect.
I wish I could have taken her then in the gods woods with all the eyes watching us. To show everyone I want her.
I can't do that now. I had to speak with Viserys about my reward. I swore feilty and he will feel obligated to give me whatever I ask for.
I spoke to the king about taking Rhaenyra to be my wife and I feel he takes my threat to steal her away to heart. Now I wait.
He was not too impressed with the thought. He brought up Rhea and my dis loyalties. What does he know. I'll be heading back to the courtyard soon. I do hope the Princess will be there to entertain me. Would be a nice change from the fools I've been speaking to.
The council meeting was not a surprise to listen too. They all think I am a fool. I am a fool, but only for her. Rhaenyra. My niece. My heard. Gods little dragon I hope you feel for me as I feel for you my sweet, beautiful, maturing girl.
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The Journal of Daemon Targaryen (A House of the Dragon Fanfiction)
ФанфикA 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...
