Daemon Targaryen Imagines

Targaryen P2

Daemon led us back into the Red Keeps grand halls, now empty but Viserys and his hand Otto Hightower, 

"Back so soon?" Viserys chuckled, "Don't tell me plans have changed already?"

"Somewhat," Daemon smiled, he patted my hand so I moved away to the side lines as Viserys came down to speak with him and Otto soon left, 

"What is it then?"

"I would like to put a potion to you for your approval?"

"Oh? Well do enlighten me, brother,"

"I wish to take Lyermia as my wife," 

He was stunned, "You what?"

"I wish to take Lyermia as my wife, wed her in the fashion of our house and give her children of pure valerian blood. I seek your approval to wed her."

"This... forgive me, I must be hearing things, you wish to wed Lymeria? our sister?"

"I do, I wish to wed her by the time the moon turns, I have already taken her maidenhead some years before this moment,"

I blushed to be reminded of it, 

"You what?!"

"I took her maidenhead when I was nothing more than a boy of seventeen, I now wish to claim my right to wed her."

"You have ruined her! What Lord will wed her now in this condition?" Viserys gritted his teeth as he grabbed tightly on Daemon's collar he was shocked upon hearing our request.

"Wed her to me. When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Lymeria. I'll take her as she is and wed her the tradition of our House," Daemon gasped,

Viserys fumed dropping Daemon onto the hard stone floor in front of the throne, "Wed her to you. She is a Targaryen princess! Our sister!" Viserys yelled

"I'll wed her myself!" Daemon spoke in a voice almost as loud as our elder brother's. He got up from the floor and stood tall like he did when they duelled in the training yard many times. He walked a few steps towards our elder brother and stared him in the eyes with a menacing look as if he were a feral animal.

Viserys knew that his younger brother was as ruthless as he was capable. "you have no right to our sister. You have ruined her! For your own ambition!"

"She's a Targaryen princess! Not property you get to ship about. By rights of my blood, my prior takings and my desire I have every right!" Daemon replied forcefully taking a step closer, his hands clenched to fists. "When I gave up my crown you said I could have anything, I want Lyermia. I will wed her in the tradition of our house. I will do my duty to her. I will honour her. Give her children that will continue our dynasty for longer then our names will be a part of the record."

"This is not a debate. My word is spoken."

"Let me marry her!"

"you are already married."

Daemon felt his head starting to boil from rage again. "To a woman in a land that matters nothing to the Seven Kingdoms! To a woman I don't love and a marriage I never wanted! Let me marry the girl I want! Let me marry our sister!"

"This was your intention... You steal our sister's Maidenhead so you can claim her for yourself, take her claim to dragon stone, make yourself heir in her stead. You do not want her for love, you want her for your own selfish ambition!"

"And you have any right to deny me that? I have done nothing but obey your every damn whim to secure your throne! I killed for you! Fought for you! Gave up the love of my life for you!" Daemon took another step and his voice got louder as he towered over Viserys. "I've done everything you've ever wanted from me! I gave up everything and got nothing in return! Now you dare refuse me my reward for this?"

"Mother indulged you. And it has given you a richous self-importance! Our sister shall wed the lord Lannister of casterly rock and you shall stay with your wife in the vale. Your KING! Demand's it!"

Daemon was so furious that he could barely contain himself. He was on the verge of exploding in rage. "You've been given everything, Viserys! Our mother doted on you and your desires and your demands while she ignored me. Is it so difficult to grant me one wish?"

"After what you have done to her be lucky I do not send her to the sept to become a sister"

Daemon didn't speak for a few moments after our elder brother's words. He was fuming in fury. "You would send her to the sept? To become some celibate, pious, boring nun while I still have a chance to marry her? You are a rotten, ungrateful man. You do not deserve to be king."

"I could have your tounge for that"

Daemon smiled at his elder brother. "You could, but you won't. Why? Because deep down you know I'm right. Your ego doesn't allow you to acknowledge your inadequacy for the role that you're in." he smirked, "It's why people whisper in the streets about you. It's why you're mocked as "Viserys the Beggar King" in the streets of Kings Landing. It's why you can't even rule the Seven Kingdoms despite the dragons we possess and the army we have at our disposal."

"do not let your vanity get you killed Daemon. I will mount your head on a spike before the day's end!"

Daemon scoffed at that threat. "What's the matter, brother? Can't stand it when someone tells it to you straight?" he chuckled, "You don't have the balls to kill me. You're weak, Viserys. Everyone knows it. And there's no denying it. It's why our father saw fit to name me as his heir for all those years, before you cried and bitched until he acquiesced. You were afraid of me. I may not have been the elder brother but I was the stronger and better brother, not you. And still am."

"ENOUGH!" I screamed my voice echoing off the throne room's stone walls and high ceilings, "Enough... No more of this. You are brothers. What would mother and father say to see you bickering so!"

"Lymeria -" viserys began

"No! All of this arguing over my fate! If either of you cared for me you would ask what I wanted!" I yelled

"Forgive me, little sister. I only wanted to ensure our desires." daemon nodded, 

"Thank you Daemon," I nodded, "Viserys, you are my brother. And I have lived my life in the shadow of the crown understanding that I will have to sacrifice so much for the good of the crown, for our family. For the blood of old Valeria and the power of dragons that which our family holds to its name sake. And I know as a woman I have less of a voice than both of you. But I have a voice. And I shall use it."

Viserys nodded, "Much has been given up for the sake of our family... you most of all..." he said, "What do you want, lymeria?"

"I want to marry Daemon. Call off any arrangements made with lord Lannister. I do not care the money he has paid for me I will not go to him. And if you force me I shall take nightwing and I will burn casterly rock into a pile of molten gold, if you send me to the sept I will burn it from within. This is my choice I have given him my Maidenhead many years ago and I wish to give him my life, and my future."

"if you do this. I shall banish you both from my court." Viserys threatened

"Banish us. Or any children in our future. And we will take nightwing and caraxes, the gold cloaks, the armies loyal to us, to dragon stone and we will march upon kings landing and claim the throne by force." Lymeria threatened "I do not do this on a childish whim, I do this after years and sacrifice, after years of courting and considerations, of being shipped from castle to castle. The nights I have spent alone. I have had time to consider this and all its corners, I do this not only for the man I love, but for the betterment of our family, our children will be Targaryen blood as pure as it comes, no other families will gain our blood or our dragons, our children will be Targaryen princes' and princesses' ready and willing to take the throne if needed. Or to take up any keep needed for them to hold. This is a decision I make for our family, and it is a choice I am giving you to make."

Daemon smirked and he came to me putting his arm around my waist and pressing his forehead to my own, "I didn't know it was possible for me to love you more my dear sister," he smiled, "The Targaryen are almost extinct Viserys, whether or not you like to admit it. Few of us remain, and I know together Lymiera and I can help prevent our ending."

"may gods have mercy. Fine. For the good of the kingdom. You may wed. And your children will follow the rules and laws of our court. Now go. Take Dragonstone as your home." Viserys accepted begrudgingly