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THE ROUGE PRINCE ANGRILY STOMPED through the halls of the Red Keep. He would not accept this. No. Never.
Daenys was his and no one else's. Some northern lord could never be worthy of her. Yes, Daemon was a second son but at least he was a prince, a Targaryen prince.
What could someone possibly have to offer to the girl that Daemon could not? He would make sure she would want for nothing if that was what it took to keep her as his forever.
He spotted her in the halls on the floor were the royal apartments were. She looked rather disarray with her big amethyst eyes full of wonder. But Daemon grabbed her nonetheless taking her by surprise and startling her as he pushed her up against the wall.
"What?" Was what the girl managed to get out before Daemon crashed his lips against hers.
"You are mine, right? He grunted as he kissed her neck. It was broad daylight and he seemed content with taking her in the halls. "Right?"
The second time the word left his mouth it sounded more like a plea. Like he was hanging on to her for dear life, pleading for her not to go away. Yes, he could give her everything but only because she was everything. He could never do that for just anyone. She was special but what was he? What was he if he was not even considered to be good enough for her?
What was he when he was forced into marriage with a woman he had never met at the ripe age of six and ten?
Daenys slender fingers were tangled in Daemon's short silver hair. She pulled his head up, making their eyes meet before she spoke. "Nyke aōhon. Mērī."
(I am yours. Only.)
Daenys swore that she could see pure joy behind the Rouge Prince's stone cold facade. It was the recognition that he needed. He placed his forehead against hers and smiled.
"But the walls have eyes and ears." She whispered. Daemon understood that they were very exposed in this setting, luckily, hopefully they were not seen.
"Fuck! Enough with the hiding, you are coming with me." Daemon snapped and grabbed her soft hand, braiding their fingers together as he led her out of the castle.
Out in the courtyard Daemon snatched two horses for the two.
"Where are we going?" The confused girl questioned as she released herself from his grip. He held onto to her tight, too tight. The fear of losing her was big so he held onto her in whatever way that he could.
"To the Dragon pit." Daemon said as if it were obvious.
"Then where are we going?" Daenys then asked, her voice now much more playful.
"Not telling you." Daemon teased as he helped her climb the white horse before mounting his own.
Two Targaryen's riding alone through the streets of the city was a sight for the smallfolk. Children gathered along the side of the road in order to get a chance of a glimpse of the Targaryen princess alongside her handsome prince.
Although, Daemon's presence in the city was more frequent then Daenys who had never seen the city from someplace other than a carriage or with a hoard of guards behind her.
Daemon was the Prince of the city, the lord of flea bottom.
It made her a little jealous, picturing Daemon with all of those women.
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Born To Die - Daemon Targaryen
Fanfic'Cause you and I, we were born to die ••• The tragic tale of Daenys Targaryen. The silver princess, Daenys the mad and the only one Daemon Targaryen ever truly loved, "They call us dreamers, but we're the ones who never sleep." -Daenys Targaryen __...
