Ruin Me

Chapter Twenty Four

Even when she slept, Daenyra's husband craved her. The sun was warm as it streamed through their window and Daemon stirred in their rooms on Dragonstone. It was two days since they had been in King's Landing and his chest was bare, covered in red marks left from his wife's nails and bruises in the shape of her lips. They'd been properly exhausted from how thoroughly they had ruined each other that past night.

As Daemon woke, his eyes landed on a sleeping Daenyra, on how peaceful she looked as she slept. The sun made her hair shine gold as it shone on her face and Daemon lowered his lips to hers. It was as if he kissed life into her. His arm snaked under her as she moaned into his mouth, surprise taking over her as she was roused from her slumber.

"Was I not enough for the Prince last night?" she asked in Valyrian between kisses.

"I will never be sated of you," he returned as he returned his lips to hers.

She laughed into the kiss as he pressed himself on top of her, her cunt aching from both their activities last night and from wanting him now. It was a delicious kind of sore that made her question if she would be able to walk today. Mayhaps, she'd have to stick to writing missives and other tasks that required her to be seated today.

What she wouldn't give to stay here, in this little bubble of perfect with her husband, but bubbles always pop.

Their bubble popped when someone knocked on their door and Daemon gave a sigh as Daenyra's head fell back onto the pillow.

"Can a man not fuck his wife in peace?" he growled and Daenyra cooled his anger with a smile and a peck to his lips.

"Come!" she called, and Daemon was forced to get off her as he sunk back into the bed.

"Prince Vaelon Greyjoy," Ser Arnold announced as Vaelon entered the room.

"Mother, Father," Vaelon greeted.

"Good morrow, sweet boy. What has happened that you have come calling this morning?" Daenyra asked with a small smile, using the blanket to cover herself despite wearing a nightdress.

"Yes, what is so very important that you had to come calling at this particular hour of the day?" Daemon echoed and his wife shoved his shoulder.

"You are such a child."

"I am sorry to disturb you," Vaelon said, "but I am afraid that I am not here for a social call. The Princess Rhaenys has arrived on dragonback. She claims to have dire news that requires you and Aunt Rhaenyra in private conference."

The couple spared each other a glance.

"Tell Rhaenys that we will make haste and meet her shortly," Daemon spoke as he got up from the bed.

"Yes, Father."

"Thank you, Vaelon," Daenyra said as her son nodded his head and marched from the room, his hand on the hilt of the sword strapped to his waist.

As Daenyra changed and her husband helped lace her into her dress of Targaryen red and black, the pit in the bottom of her stomach continued to grow deeper and deeper as she wondered what news could be so terrible that Rhaenys herself would come to deliver it?

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Daenyra was seated in the War Room of her home before the roaring fire as her husband stood at her side. Rhaenyra was also standing close by, her hands still on her belly as Rhaenys was shown inside.

"The Princess Rhaenys Targaryen," the knight decreed.

"Thank you, Ser Lorent," Rhaenyra said as she moved closer to the Painted Table which was actually a carved map of Westeros. The princess was dressed in the armour of a female dragon rider as she stood on the opposite end of the table, Dark Sister and Shadow Fang leaning against their side. "Princess Rhaenys..."