Power is Everything || ASOIAF x HxH

Crossing the Narrow Sea

Daemon looked out at the peaceful waves crashing against the rocks of the cliffs by the city. He hoped it would calm him somewhat, but no matter how much meditation he did or how long he stared his anger only kept building. It wasn't just anger it was pain and sadness, but most of all guilt. Guilt at his role in saving King Aerys from Duskendale, he knew it was a manipulation of Rhaegar but it was still him who was there and it was him who removed the cuffs. He couldn't help but wonder if all of this could have been avoided if he had struck down the king that day and if by now he would have his keep where he could live with those he loved.

*CRACK*

Daemon looked down and saw that his hands and cracked the marble balcony and he moved them away. While his anger seemed to be never-ending he had pushed it down, he needed to have a clear mind for what was the come. He would be invading Westeros with only a small number of men, and while he undoubtedly would have better soldiers and stronger aura users they could easily be exhausted and overwhelmed by the sheer numbers on the other side. He wasn't interested in the Throne or anything else happening, he only wanted to find Lyanna and Lysa and leave the cursed land, but before he did that he would make sure the Targaryens couldn't hurt anyone else ever again. 'Arthur Dayne, Aerys Targaryen...' those were the people he needed to worry about, while two or more Kingsguard could present a challenge it was those two that could beat him if he didn't plan appropriately. "Brother?" He heard Serra's voice echo from the entrance to his room.

Daemon turned, he tried to form a smile to match the one on her face but it only came out looking like a ghost of what it once was "Is everything okay?" He asked. She nodded before walking into his room and approaching him, she wore a loose white tunic that had a low cut v shape allowing him a generous look at her cleavage; she sauntered over to him before pressing her body against his and basking in his warmth. She had been lost for so long without her twin, she'd never realised how empty inside she was until he had filled her with his presence. "I spent so long thinking about you," Daemon said abruptly drawing Serra out of her thoughts.

"When I was younger I wondered what you'd be like, I wanted very much to hop on the next ship across the narrow sea to find you," He continued.

"Now we are together and I find that I make for poor company," he said apologetically.

Serra looked up at him and shook her head "You have no idea how long I've wanted this moment, nothing you do could make me any less happy for your company," she said before hugging him.

"I worry, my enemies will have nearly ten times as many men as we do and will have established supply lines and powerful aura users..." he said as he looked out to the ocean again.

"While nothing will stir me from my course I cannot help but worry if I'm leading everyone to their deaths and yet still won't accomplish my goals," he said.

Serra cupped his face with her hand and they made eye comments, two pairs of identical orbs gazing into each other. "Your enemies are my enemies, I will slaughter every last person in Westeros if that is your goal, we are the strongest Blackfyres since your namesake and nothing will stop us," she reassured him before going up on her toes and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Daemon actually managed a small smile on his face before he leaned his head down and pressed it against Serra's. She was right, he wouldn't let anyone get in his way, even if he had to kill thousands by himself; he had always been averse to killing even now, but he knew that it was necessary and that this world was not kind enough to allow certain people to live without consequences. Both Serra and Daemon disconnected as they looked towards the door to his room, it was just after sunset now and they both sensed something was amiss.

"I expected them to come later," Daemon said tonelessly.

"It doesn't matter when they come, at least this way we can get a good night's rest," Serra said brushing her hands against Daemon's arm one last time before heading to the door. Daemon followed just behind her grabbing a cup from the side before heading out with her to go and check on Howland. When they emerged from their room into the corridor of the palace there was nothing there, only silence and a gentle breeze; at least that's what it would appear like to a non-aura user. Daemon and Serra were both high-level aura users in their prime and so people who were trying to do their best to sneak up on them weren't very sneaky at all.