HĀROS BARTOSSI | DAEMON T.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓

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Throughout her entire life, Maevys had not met a lot of people besides her family and a handful who knew the secret of her birth. There were some handmaidens, guards and soldiers but that was it. Thus, when she stood in Daemon Targaryen's presence, excitement was bubbling within her.

Meeting new people often conflicted Maevys as she was someone who was brought up in the dark and far from those her age, she grew up being lonely and suppressed. The only friends she had were her siblings along with some of the handmaidens that her mother, Rhaenys, had given her, and some guards and knights.

As kind and friendly as they were, Maevys knew they were merely stewards who had to act that way to survive. As would she do if she was in their position. She could never speak or share things from the bottom of her heart because she feared that she would only burden them, and she was aware that there could be a risk of jeopardizing her identity if she said too much.

Therefore, she felt anxious whenever she was introduced to someone new. She feared that in the process of growing closer, she might accidentally slip some secrets that ought to be kept and end up over-revealing things if she got too enthusiastic. Being contained for so long, sometimes she could not help but ramble her thoughts and feelings she had locked up. There was only so much she could keep bottled in.

Due to her apprehension, she ended up putting a wall between those whom she met for the first time. Both to protect herself and them. She would bury all those sentiments away and curb her inner feelings behind her calm composure.

However, there was something about Daemon that thrilled Maevys. What exactly it was, she did not quite understand. Maybe it was because it felt like she was finally meeting a famed person whom she only heard about through rumours and stories. She only had a grain of knowledge of how contrasting the prince was compared to his peace-loving brother; that Daemon was very arrogant, brave, cunning, dangerous and impulsive. She was aware that in addition to being a dashing knight (according to Laena), he was also an extremely skilled and experienced warrior who wielded Queen Visenya Targaryen's Valyrian steel sword, Dark Sister, and a Dragonrider, who rode Caraxes— Also known as the Blood Wyrm.

Standing before Daemon felt surreal, but she could see why many would describe him as charismatic. Despite having a handsome face and a well-built body that had been hardened from battles, the Rogue Prince had a strong aura. His gaze was unmatched by any other men she had seen before; it was fierce, scary even, but there was also a softness to it. His lids were sharp but tender, much like a fire that was both intense and gentle.

Although the Targaryen prince was fifteen years older than Maevys, she could tell he also had a childish side. She picked up on it during the few seconds she had come to meet him, when he greeted her with a mischievous grin and expressed his pleasure in getting to know her. Nonetheless, she knew for certainty that he was not to be underestimated or taken lightly, especially when she caught a glimpse of the dark glint flashing by his purple eyes when he studied her as though trying to find a weakness. He was no doubt a formidable force to be reckoned with, embodying the strength of a dragon as befits a member who was part of the House of the Dragon.

Realizing that she was staring longer than she intended to, Maevys tore her eyes away from the prince to Corlys. The devilish curl on her lip remained firm as she glanced at the Seasnake, begging with her big bright eyes. "As I was saying, Father— I wish to reaffirm my intentions of flying with you, Laenor and the fleet to fight," she said.