House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

An education - Part 1 - Daemon x Reader

"No!" Viserys stated as he looked across the small council table at his younger brother.

"And why not?" Deamon demanded to know. It obvious that he was not happy with what his brother had said.

"(Y/n) is more than an age to marry, and who better than I to have her hand? Or would you rather give your daughter, a girl with the blood of Old Valyria running through her veins, to the likes of a Lannister, a Strong, or worse, that boy Gwayne Hightower........." The rogue prince continued, his fiery gaze never leaving the king.

It was obvious to Viserys that his brother was not going to let this lie. Rhaenyra had been married off to Laenor Velaryon, yet the real prize of the dragons was yet to be promised to anyone; and the king was aware that his brother had as a good a claim to her hand, as any other. Viserys sure that if he were to wed his exquisite second daughter to Daemon, then perhaps her nature may calm him. Yet Viserys knew his brother too well, and he hated the idea that she would be hurt. And if anyone knew how to hurt someone, it was Daemon.

"(Y/n) is too............"

"What? Too good for me.........? Too good for your own brother, Viserys? Well, we shall see about that......." Daemon countered, banging his hand on the table, before making his way to the door of the room and throwing it open; leaving the king to contemplate what he might have in mind.

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Daemon made his way through the corridors of the Keep. He was beyond angry at his brother's refusal to give him (Y/n)'s hand in marriage. It was true that Rhaenyra, as the first born of the King, was much desired. The prince not blind to how the likes of the Lannister twins had fawned over her; but (Y/n), now she was the true beauty. A young woman that caught the attention of and was loved by anyone that had ever met her. And Daemon was no exception; his desire for his niece, only growing since she had come of age. His want to claim her hand, stronger than it had ever been. And he was not about to be denied, even by her father. The rogue prince ready to defy the king in order to have what he wanted.

Suddenly he stopped, his eyes falling on his niece. The young woman speaking to a rather handsome guard. Daemon not liking the way that the man was looking at her, his chest puffed out like some proud peacock, as they conversed. The rogue prince grinding his teeth, as he heard (Y/n) laugh at something the undeserving boy had said. But it was when he dared to lay his hands on her; that Daemon knew that he had to step in.

(Y/n) turned around, as the eyes of the young man she was speaking to, suddenly widened. The princess smiling as she saw her uncle making his way over to her.

"Do you not have duties to be getting on with...........?" The prince enquired. The growl in his voice, if not obvious to (Y/n), was more than obvious to the guard. The young man quickly apologising and bowing to the two Targaryen's before quickly making his way into the darkness of the Keep.

"Uncle, why did you..........?"

"Because he is far more interested in you than he should be. I saw the look in his eyes........"

"Look, what look..........?" (Y/n) countered. Her heart fluttering a little, as her uncle reached out and brushed some of her long pale hair, back behind her ear.

"Oh, my dear (Y/n). You are far too perfect, far too innocent for this world. Perhaps I should educate you. Perhaps I should take you out into the real world and allow you to see things as they really are. To show you the effect that you have on the men that call the Keep home. Would you like that? Would you like me to give you an education...........?" Daemon asked quietly. The prince taking another step closer and allowing his finger to move from her hair to her cheek. A smile pulling at his lips, as he saw a soft blush, redden her cheeks. Daemon, at that moment, wanting nothing more than to kiss her; to take her up into his arms, and carry her to his bed. Yet he wanted to get her away from the Keep; away from her father and the watchful eyes of the Kingsguards. He wanted to bring out her hidden fire, her hidden passions, hidden lusts; and he knew that there was one place perfect for that. One place that would open her eyes to things that she had been shielded from. That would make her want to become everything that she could be as a woman. And he would happily give her all her heart desired, once these thoughts and feelings had been aroused. For when he had, when she had given herself to him, and he to her, he would go to Viserys and tell him that no matter what he thought, (Y/n) would be his, in body and soul. That she would be his wife.

"I.........." (Y/n) began, feeling breathless as she looked up into her uncle's eyes. To the princess, her uncle was the most handsome man that she had ever lain her eyes upon. Yes, there were rugged guards and pretty servants in the Keep that could instill in her feelings, desires that she was yet to explore; but none of them could compete with her uncle Daemon. There something about him that lit something in her belly, that made her ache to be touched by him in the most intimate of ways. The blood in her veins beginning feel as though it had turned to liquid fire, as he continued to let his fingers touch her cheek.

"I would like that very much, uncle............"