Born To Die - Daemon Targaryen

17. the little space in between

DAENYS WAS LEFT CONFUSSED BY the actions of her uncle. He had managed to both make her feel wanted and at the same time he rejected her. It might not have been his intention to make her feel rejected but that was what it came down to.

The questions where many but three was no one to answer them. She could not tell anyone, how would they ever understand?

An entire day had gone by and Daenys hadn't even met Daemon's eyes.

She saw him early in the day when she walked to the library to see what histories from the conquest she could find. At the gate Daemon saw her, dressed in a shimmring silver dress with a train that flowed elegantly after her as she walked. Her dress revealed her shoulders and had a lilac trim.

Daemon felt a little guilty for possibly building up the girls hopes only to wreack them moments later. He didn't know why he felt so drawn to her. He always had a special connection with Daenys but before the Stepstones, when they last saw eachother she was still a child in his eyes. Four years later and he is welcomed back by a beautiful young woman and when he looked at her he saw himself along with everything he had longed for all of his life.

The name The Rouge Prince was given to Daemon for a reason. He never felt as if he fit in anywhere, his family had been torn apart when he was still a little boy, his brother who was the one he wanted approval from got himself a family of his own as Daemon was sent away to the Vale. He was always replaceable and never ever good enough. Except when he was with Daenys.

Maybe the reason he had always felt so alone was because he was only one half. The other half was Daenys.

But now she was very obviously ignoring him.

He had embarrassed the girl, crushed her hopes and made her feel vulnerable and like a naive and weak little girl.

To be perceived as weak was something Daenys was afraid of. Weak was what Viserys would be remembered as. One of Daenys's worst fears was to end up the same way.

Daemon's mind traveled to possible outcomes if he had actually kissed her and perhaps tried to pursue something more intimate with her. His brother would be furious and embarressed. Daemon would most certainly be banished once again.

She didn't feel as if she could face him at the moment, she needed time to think. Because why was she feeling like this, around him of all people? He made her feel seen but now it was very clear that whatever was between them could not be seen as platonic anymore. There was something else in the air.

Besides breifly being in the library Daenys had been out in the sun. Letting the sunrays melt into her porclin complection. But the sun could be sharp, especially in King's Landing's summer heat.

The silver haired princess was now sulking in a corner, her nose and cheast slightly red from being burnt in the steaming sun. She was debatting on whether or not she should leave the Red Keep and fly out on dragonback up to a cool mountain top. She knew that Daenith and Crimson enjoyed that, although she was fairly confident in thinking that that's what they were already doing in this very moment. She was soon snatched out of her pool of thoughts by a familiar husky voice.

"Princess,"

Her head turned at the sound and soon landed on a face she hadn't seen in a while - the face one Ser Aden Woodler.

A smile lit up her already sunburnt face as she made her way over to him in order to greet him.

"It feels like forever since you sailed to the Stepstones." She smiled softly at him, analyzing his features.

Everything about him made him come of as more confident then before. Now he stood tall and he had glory to his name. He had fought in the Stepstones which was an immense honor for House Woodler who had not yet shown their teeth to the rest of Westeros.