A sad day for most, though for me, I felt freed. All my guilt lifted if only for a few hours. I do not believe I have ever made love before tonight.
Rhaenyra seemed to not love the knight but more enjoyed his affections. But it seems her attraction still lies with me. I wish I would have taken her back in the brothel. Given her what she wanted. But I was afraid to hurt her then.
Her desire has done nothing but amplify over the years. Perfection does not come close to describing the night we shared. For the first time I did not wish to rush. I did not need to quickly move on. I wanted to appreciate every inch of her. So I did.
There is not an ounce of guilt in me. I am in love. She forgives my offenses and takes me as I am. It feels like a dream. I am in awe of the woman. She has grown into a being of extraordinary measure.
I need to have more of her. The taste was not enough. But how? Her husband is alive and well and there is zero chance the king will grant her a second husband.
I'm sure I will find a way even if I have to sneak to her in the middle of the night to taste her touch. At least if I father her bastared child it will possess the silver hair Alicent searches for.
I will find away.
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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...
