Daemon Targaryen Imagines

The Dark & The Dawn P2

Reader - Celestia Dayne (Dark hair, Violet eyes) 

They walked the gardens with arms liked, they passed the tall hedges, and dragon statues that litter the impressive gardens of the red keep. Daemon was the first to break the silence between them both. 

"Celestia of House Dayne," He chuckled, 

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen," she snapped back at him,

"I never imagined myself being married to a Dornish girl," 

"Stranger things have happened in this dynasty of yours,"

"... I suppose," He chuckled, "You and your family seem to really lean into the aesthetic,"

"Excuse me?"

"Forgive me, I mean no offence. But... Celestia? The star-embroidered dress? your castle is even called Starfall,"

She raised an eyebrow at his words and once again snapped back at him, "Daemon? Dragonstone? The scales on your doublet and the silver dragon clips on your bliaut? One could say you too lean into the aesthetic?" 

He chuckled, "I suppose you're right, perhaps once we are married we can combine them?"

She laughed, "Perhaps we shall make a new sigil? A dragon on a star-filled sky, a dragon made of stars,"

"Quiet a sight I should think," he laughed leading them both to sit on a stone bench, 

"It would, So... it is true we are to be married?"

"It is, politicking but we are to marry," he nodded,

"I see, may I ask about the blade you carry?" She asked glancing at his sheath, 

He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "That interests you?"

"It does," she nodded,

He smiled smugly and pulled out his sword,

The Sword Dark Sister lays in his hands the long thin blade of dark Valyrian steel almost sucks light away with its darkness,

He held the sword in his hands showing it to her almost ceremoniously as he was admittedly giddy to have a lady be interested in such a thing, "This is Dark Sister, Valyrian steel longsword ancestral to house Targaryen,"

"May I?" She asked offering her hands,

He smirked more but gently passed it to her allowing her to hold it, she held the sword with two hands one under the blade and one under the pummel Celestia felt the weight of it in her hands and looked over the intricate details of the blade of dark steel, this caused Daemon a wider smile to see her so interested and to see she knew the correct ways and didn't immediately do something foolish, 

"Would you tell me about it?" She looked up at him her purple eyes glimmering, 

"Of course," He nodded, "Dark sister has been a relic of house Targaryen since even before Aegon's conquest of Westeros," He explained, "It was favoured greatly by Queen Visenya, during the Dornish war she slew assassins in defence of Aegon and herself, it was even with Dark Sister in hand Queen Visenya cut the cheek of King Aegon to prove the ineffectiveness of his protectors thus establishing the Kingsguard,"

"Impressive," she smiled tossing the sword in her hands,

"Visenya bestowed the sword to her son Maegor but he merely hung it upon the wall of Dragonstone,"

"A shame for such a blade to be a mere decoration,"

"It is indeed, but it wasn't for too long once Visenya died Queen Alyssa Velaryon fled with her children and her son Jaehaerys took Dark sister with him and he carried the sword as he announced his claim and even onto the throne with him." he explained, "Baelon the brave my father, took Dark Sister and wield the sword in vengeance for his brother but when he passed Jaehaerys passed the sword to me." He explained,

"You must hold great love for the blade then?" 

"I do," he nodded, "I have held Dark sister in hand most of my life, I have won countless tourneys, took part in countless hunts, and even used it to end the war for the stepstones. though I know not nearly enough has been done as of yet to live up to this blade history,"

"But you are still young," she said, "Still time to give the sword time with you matching of its grand life prior to your hand," she smiled offering it back,

He nodded and took the sword back returning it to his hip, "May I ask? What is the blade you carry?"

Celestia smiled widely and pulled out her own sword, 

The Sword Dawn lays in her hand, with a blade as pale as milk glass seeming to glimmer and sparkle, almost as if it created light from it as if a radiant star. 

"This is Dawn, the ancestral greatsword of House Dayne,"

"May I?"

"You may," she nodded handing it to him,

He took it and checked it over much as she did to dark sister, Daemon was surprised at how light the sword was for a greatsword but found it as sharp as Valyrian steel, "Would you tell me about it?"

"I'd be delighted," she smiled, "As per Legend Dawn was forged from the heart of the star that fell to the earth on Starfall, made from the star's very soul by blacksmiths with magic lost to time. It had passed through many great hands but I admit it doesn't hold a history like Dark Sister, Dawn does not pass from heir to heir only a knight of house Dayne who is deemed worthy may have the honour to wield Dawn until his death." 

"And you carry it today? in ceremony for our wedding?"

"No," Celestia smiled, "I am Dawn's first female holder in our history,"

"I thought you had to be a knight?"

"You do, my brother knighted me as a joke when we were young but when my grandfather died and the sword became free I challenged my right as a Knighted Dayne for my chance to Weild the sword," she explained, "As I need not explain. I was successful." 

"You beat out all other knights to be worthy enough to hold Dawn?"

"I did, I beat sixteen other knights and I believe my prize was worth it a thousand times over," 

"I tend to agree," Daemon nodded returning the sword to her, "I rather look forward to my duties,"

"Do you?" She smirked at him as she returned the sword to its sheath, 

"I do, to think Our child could one day hold claim to both Dark Sister and Dawn, Now that would be a man to fear." 

"Or Woman." she snapped back, 

"Or woman," he nodded taking her hand and kissing it,