18. sweet sin

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FOR AS LONG AS DAENYS could remember she had been plagued by unpleasant dreams every night. The ancient voices haunted her even in her sleep. But this particular night Daenys just slept peacefully and when she woke up she didn't feel a weight on her shoulders from the messages in her nightmares.

Her head rested on Daemon's bare chest, he had pulled her closer in the night, both of their bodies radiating warmth for one another. Daemon was woken up by the sunlight hitting his face, his eyes squinted at the strong rays of the morning light. He could vaguely hear Daenys' soft murmuring. It brought a smile to his face and he stayed still simply admiring the beautiful girl in his bed. He still had a hard time wrapping his head around what had occurred the previous night.

Daemon knew that getting involved with his niece would mean exile yet again but now he knew that it was a risk he was willing to take. Everything just felt so right. It was a new feeling for the Rouge Prince who had always felt out of place, even in his own family. With Daenys he felt whole.

They were both born as the second children, the spares. That had become much more evident to Daenys once her sister was named heir. Everything was either about Rhaenyra or about Aegon. And Viserys very clearly cared more for Rhaenyra than his other children.

Daemon had a very special relationship with his brother, you could argue that they were more than brothers. Viserys had gotten the role of being a sort of parental figure in Daemon's life. They were both orphaned by the time they were early adults but had grown up with absent father. Baelon had never recovered from the death of his wife. He was not a bad father, he did care for his children but he was just in constant grief. So Viserys took care of his little brother. Daemon's rebellious nature against his brother very closely mirrors a teenager rebelling in their youth.

The silver beauty and the Rouge Prince were twin flames. No one could deny that. Their eyes spoke a much more intimate and meaningful language than any words between them ever could. They understood each other. But there was still a mystery to uncover for the both of them. Everyone consists of multiple layers until you get to the very core of what makes a person so special and unique. The only one who would ever get to the core of Daemon Targaryen was Daenys and the only one who would ever be fully let in by Daenys Targaryen was Daemon.

Daemon's fingers rubbed small circles around her bare back, tickling her in her sleep. Daenys' yawn signaled that she was waking up in Daemon's warm embrace.

She looked content and well rested. Her amethyst eyes opened slightly as she was trying to figure out where she was and then her eyes went wide.

"Did I fall asleep! Is it morning yet?" She exclaimed in her tired morning voice, shooting up from where she had been lying on Daemon's chest.

Daemon laughed as she attempted to cover herself with the blanket as if Daemon had not already seen that and so much more. "Yes, ñuha jorrāelagon now come back to bed no one will know if that is what concerns you." He told her, attempting to calm her down.
(My love)

"But they will know. What if someone enters my chamber and I am not there. What will people say if I walk out of her in my dress from the day before?"

Daemon groaned and rolled over to face the girl who was dressing herself again. "You are quite adorable when you are panicking." Daemon said, smiling. "I wouldn't worry too much, little niece. I have a solution for that too."

"You're lying. You are just trying to get me back into your bed."

"I would never lie to you." Daemon grinned sarcastically.

Daenys did not know what to do or what to say. She was left defenseless. She had no knowledge on how to handle a situation like this. As a princess she wasn't even supposed to end up in this situation, especially not with her uncle. If word got out about their night of passion Daenys would be ruined. She knew this, although last night she had simply forgotten all about that. Yes, she was worried about how she would conceal this and how to handle this going forward but what worried her the most was that the urge to get into bed with Daemon again, being in his warm arms was more tempting then the urge to cover it up and feel ashamed.

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