The plan worked perfectly. The ship took Laenor away and I am now free to take my prize. Rhaenyra. The princess. My niece. My love. My little Dragon. She is perfect and now she is free.
She must force herself to grieve and I shall as well but we know the truth. Laenor is free from the conformity of society. He will be free to love as he would like and fuck who he wants. Isn't that the best prize?
I do feel sympathy for Rhaenys. She has lost her son and her daughter. I know she blames Rhaenyra and I but her belief is of no consequence. There was a witness. Anything more is simply speculation.
Rhaenyra came to me after the "death" and showed me just what she wanted. She wanted me and I was happy to provide. I hope we continue to sneak about until we are wed. That would be pure bliss.
It would be dangerous here, though. Too many eyes on us with the "death". As soon as a fair amount of time has passed we should escape this hell hole and be together on Dragonstone. I know we do not wish to wait the standard 40 nights to remarry but I know I for one cannot wait that long.
Gods I am in awe of her. So much power and beauty. I do not know how I ever resisted such a woman. Now I do not have to and surely do not plan to.
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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...
