House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Daughter of the Merling King - Part 2 - Vaemond x Reader

Coryls made his way into Vaemond's room to find his brother looking out over the water; since his younger brother had been brought back to High Tide after the storm that had destroyed some of the fleet, he seemed to have been lost, like his mind was on other places, and other things. Coryls had of course tried to ask his brother about this, about what had happened during the tempest that had sent many a good man to a watery grave; the sea snake having been informed that Vaemond himself, had been thrown into the water and almost drowned. Yet his brother would say nothing more than that he had managed to swim to the small rocky outcrop, upon which he had been found. But Coryls always had a feeling that there was much more to the story then Vaemond was telling him. Especially given that his brother had been pushing for the maestre to say that he was fit and well, since he had been brought home. It as if he were desperate to get away, so that he could find something.

"Vaemond..........."

"Did the maestre say that I could leave my rooms." Vaemond interrupted, without turning to look at his brother; his gaze not once leaving the waters that lay beyond the panes of glass.

Since he had returned to the castle, Vaemond had been unable to think about anything other than the woman that had saved him. Unable to think about anything other than her brilliant eyes, and the feel of her body as he held her close. She had been beautiful, more beautiful than any other that he had ever seen; and he needed to know more about her than just her name. He needed to know what and who she was. How she had been able to do what she had done, and what she had meant by telling him that finding himself safely on the spit of land, was down to her father's bidding. And her desire..........

News had reached his ears during his recouperation, that the fleet had been depleted, and a number of men had lost their lives to the storm, so he knew that there would be much work to do; that new ships would have to be built, and more sailors found to man them. But before all that could be done; before the Velaryon fleet was back to full strength, he had to get back to the rocky outcrop upon which he had woken. It the only place that he could think of, where he might have a chance of meeting the beautiful (Y/n), again.

"Yes, he................" Coryls not able to get out another word, before his brother grabbed for his jacket, and quickly made his way from the room, that had begun to feel like a prison.

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"Are you sure about this, Commander..........?" One of the men asked, as Vaemond climbed out of the little boat, and placed his feet onto the jagged lump of rock, surrounded by the sea.

As quickly as he could, Vaemond had made his way from the castle, and headed for the docks, climbing aboard one of the surviving ships, before ordering that he be taken to the spot where he had been found after the storm. A small rowboat being lowered into the water, so that the short distance between where the ship had weighed anchor, and the spot of dry land was, could be covered.

"I am sure. I will come back to this side of the island, when I am done........" Vaemond replied, as he slowly made his way from the boat. His men looking at one another, before making their way back to the ship.

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Vaemond sat upon the rocks, throwing stones in the water. He was sure that he had been there for hours; though in truth, the sun had barely moved in the sky. The Commander of the Velaryon fleet, had made his way to the where he had woken that morning, Vaemond calling out the name that he was sure he had heard drift through the salty air. Yet no matter how many times he called; no matter how many times he had pleaded for her to show herself, there was still nothing. Not a site or sound of anything, other than the waves softly lapping at the rock, and the plop sound, as the thrown stones, landed in the sea.

Slowly he rested himself against the pointed rock behind him and closed his eyes. He had done his best to work out what (Y/n) could be; why she had been in the water during one of the worst storms that had ever been seen, and the only thing that he had been able to come up with, was too fanciful, to amazing to be true. And if he had said it out loud, if he had voiced it, he himself might just believe that he had gone quite mad.

"Seahorse..........." The sound of the gentle voice making Vaemond's eye flying open. His heart beating violently against the inside of his chest, as he saw a head and shoulders bobbing above the water. The younger Velaryon quickly getting to his feet and making his way over to the edge of the water, dropping down, so he could get as close to her as possible.

"You are well.........?" (Y/n) continued, as she swam a little closer to him. An exquisite smile gracing her features, as she looked up at him.

"I am, thanks to you............."

"It was nothing, really. As I told you, it was my father's bidding. And my desire..........I could not let you perish, not you..........." She explained, a blushing coming to her cheeks, as she lowered her eyes.

"Why not me.........?" Vaemond enquired, as he reached out his hand and managed to touch her face. The Commander placing his palm under her chin, and slowly raising her head so that she was looking at him once more.

"Because I had seen you before, on many occasions, as your ships sailed the sea; and I..........I just could not let any harm come to you." Vaemond finding himself smiling, as the pink hue on her cheeks, became a pretty red flush. A hundred questions bombarding his mind, as he looked into her eyes; but only one managed to make its way to his lips.

"(Y/n), who are you..........?" The younger Velaryon releasing his gentle grasp on her chin and moving backwards, his eyes widening in disbelief, as the glorious female gripped onto the edge of the rock and pulled herself from the water.

"I am the daughter of the Merling King.........................."