Heir of the Dragon

The Ballad of Jesscareya Targaryen

Daemon had just returned back to his chamber, still unsuccessful in bringing the Riverlands to heel.

Daemon shut the door then turned and leaned his back against it. He closed his eyes and let loose a long breath.

"Long day, My Love?"

Daemon's eyes snapped opened, and looked in the direction of her voice.

Jessica smiled where she stood next to the window. Rain was starting to settle in. "This place is just as ominous as Septa Daelle warned me about."

Daemon didn't dare move...at first. "When did you arrive?"

Jessica gave a sweet smile. "Not so long ago."

Daemon crossed to the window next to her and looked out. He was trying to see where Starfyre had landed, no doubt that she would settle with Caraxes. However, this damned rain made it near impossible to see anything.

Jessica reached over and took his hand. "You're worrying Daemon. Whatever is the matter?"

Daemon looked down at their intwined hands. "Your one-eyed prick of a husband let you leave King's Landing?"

Jessica leaned against him. "Do we really want to talk about Aemond Targaryen?"

Daemon's lips found hers. "Absolutely not. He doesn't deserve you, he never deserved you. That cunt of a king doesn't deserve you. You were only a babe when they believed they had some moronic princely claim to you."

Jessica's arms went up and wrapped around his neck. "Oh My Love, you were always the strong one. The finest swordsman, my fearless dragon rider."

"Mmm." Daemon kissed along her jaw and down her neck, pulling at the laced of her gown before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed.

Jessica pulled Daemon to her once he was undressed. "Father had great love in his heart, but he lacked your constitution. Viserys was unsuited for the crown. But you...My Love you were made to wear it."

Daemon took quick work burying himself inside her. "My Love."

Jessica pulled him closer. "Bring me to Dragonston, Daemon. Take me to wife and make me your queen."

His thrusts became more urgent. "My Love. My Queen. My Wife."

There was a echoing in Daemon's ear. "Is the duck not to your liking, Your Grace?"

Lord Simon Strong's voice then could be heard more clearly. "There's also goose, if you'd prefer it. I like the goose myself."

Daemon's eyes did a quick sweep of the table, not seeing Jessica anywhere. He huffed and then rose from the table and stalked away. "I'm not hungry."

Sleep had eluded Jessica most of the night, even when she was curled up against Aemond. The nausea had hit late into the night, and Jeyne had stayed up with her keeping her company.

Jessica was doing her needlework in the chair when Aemond stirred. She watched as her husband reached out for her. When Aemond couldn't feel Jessica next to him, he sat straight up and looked for her.

Jessica smiled, setting her work down. "Morning sleepy head, you've been resting for awhile. I swore that you were dead curled up in that pile. Did you know, you talk in your sleep? Tell me though, who's Jesscareya?"

Aemond visibly relaxed, leaning back on the pillows, smiling at her. "She's my wife."

Jessica giggled setting her needlework aside and crossing over to Aemond. "Anyways. I've got all you could want here. All you could need here. Just you and me, my dear, my love for life. Soon, into bed we'll climb and spend our time."