The Dragon's Legacy

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Daemion put the razor aside as he wiped the rest of the ointment off of his face, and washed his face with water after the shave as he touched his smooth skin and looked in his own face in the mirror.

Six and Forty... Nearly fifty... Daemion thought to himself. He had never thought he'd live as long as he had but it was the greatest blessing of his: To live.

His once raven black hair was greying as few strays of his head were already grey and a few even silvery white..

He was nearing fifty and yet he still felt that perhaps time was only flying by... Perhaps he needed more time... Perhaps

Rhaena softly touched his bare back, running her finger on his old scar on his back. "What is it, my love? Have you only now in your old age relaized that you are a beautiful man?" Rhaena asked and kissed the back of his ear. "I could have told you that myself, my beautiful Daemion."

"Carful, Rhaena. I am nearly fifty years of age. If you make my heart race, it may explode in my chest." Daemion calmly joked. "The days of Beautiful Daemion Targaryen are far behind me."

"A man like you will not die in such way." Rhaena said and kissed his lips as he pulled her in his muscular arms but she pulled back calmly and placed one of her hands on his face. "And the days of Beautiful Daemion Targaryen shall never see its sunset, not as long as I am alive to remind you of it, my beautiful Daemion."

Daemion calmly put his hand on top of her hand on his face, but her hands were cool, not warm, which filled his heart with worry. "Your skin is cool and your face paler, my angel. Are you well? Or do you feel chill?" Daemion asked calmly as he held her face in his hands as he storked her high cheekbone softly.

"I assure you I feel as fine as Dreamfyre. I admit there were passing moments my spun but nothing worthy of note. After all, I am an old woman, my beloved young Prince."

Daemion rolled his deep violet eyes but he smirked calmly as he kissed her lips. "Young or old, you are my Rhaena."

Rhaena melted into the kiss as she put Daemion on the bed so he was seated as she stood up and walked to her desk as she began to change her gown to a nightgown, allowing her husband to enjoy the view of her.

And Daemion did.

"Aemon has only celebrated his third name day. Baelon and Daenrys apparently have been restless since." Rhaena said as she wore her nightgown and took off her rings and jewelry. "And some do whisper in our castle that Jaehaerys wishes for Daenerys to wed Aemon, joining their claims for the Iron Throne. Though I am sure my baby sister is not pleased for she would want Daenerys alone to be heir to the Iron Throne."

"Daenerys is Alysanne and Jaehaerys's sweetest child from what I hear. Their first child to live past the cradle after Gaemon, Aegon and the other one at that. Since she was born, Jaehaerys's family has not known anything but fortune and luck. Following her being her brothers, Aemon and Baelon." Daemion said calmly. "And though I understand Alysanne wishing for her to be the sole heir, you and I both know such thing will never happen. No female heir shall ascend the Iron Throne, not until one claim the Iron Throne as Nymeria Martell claimed Dorne or our Grandfather claimed his place as King."

"Perhaps you are right as bitter as it is." Rhaena sighed calmly. "There are days I do wonder how it would have been had I been my father's instead of Aegon... To know someday I would be the Queen of Westeros."

"You would have been the Queen of Westeros had I claimed the Throne on that faithful day..." Daemion said calmly. "I am sorry for it, Rhaena. Truly. Had I known that day that you craved the Iron throne, I would have taken the throne rather than handing it over Jaehaerys and I would have given it to you instead."