𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, daemon targaryen

ACT TWO: THE DANCE OF TWO DRAGONS.

THE AFFAIR between Eleanor and Daemon Targaryen had unfolded like the slow, inevitable burn of a wildfire, impossible to extinguish once it had ignited. There was a pull between them, something ancient and unbreakable, a tether that tied their fates together in ways that neither of them could fully explain. It wasn't the stolen glances or the brush of fingers that had started it, but something deeper—something raw and elemental that had always existed beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

In the quiet moments they found together, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them, bound by a force neither could escape. It wasn't just passion that drove them toward each other, but a kind of love that ran deeper than words, more primal than affection. It was the understanding that no one else would ever know them the way they knew each other—no one else could.

Eleanor had always felt Daemon's presence like a shadow, an extension of her own soul. As children, they had been inseparable, two halves of the same coin, able to communicate without speaking, their bond something the court whispered about in hushed tones. But as they grew older, the bond had shifted, becoming something more complex, something laced with the intensity of emotions they couldn't name.

Now, as they stood alone in a hidden alcove of the Red Keep, the weight of their connection hung between them like a living thing, pulsing in the air around them. Daemon's presence filled the small space, his tall frame a familiar source of both comfort and tension. His silver hair caught the candlelight, casting shadows across his sharp features, and his violet eyes, so like her own, bore into hers with a depth that stole her breath.

There was no need for words. They had long passed the point where language could adequately express what was between them. It was in the way Daemon's gaze softened when he looked at her, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly whenever she was near. It was in the way their bodies seemed to find each other in the dark, seeking out the warmth and comfort that only the other could provide.

Eleanor's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in front of him, feeling the heat that radiated off his skin even though they weren't touching. She wanted to reach out, to feel the solidity of him beneath her fingertips, but something held her back. It was the enormity of it all—the knowledge that what they had, what they were, could never truly be understood by anyone else.

Daemon, as if sensing her hesitation, tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. There was a rawness in his expression, a vulnerability that he rarely let anyone see, but which she knew as well as she knew her own heart. He didn't need to say anything for her to understand—he was as bound to her as she was to him, and no matter the distance they tried to put between them, it would never be enough.

In that moment, the weight of everything they were hit Eleanor like a wave, crashing over her with a force that left her breathless. The secrets they kept, the lies they told, the dangerous path they walked—all of it faded away in the face of the love that had always been there, simmering beneath the surface. It wasn't a gentle love, not the kind spoken of in songs or written about in books. It was a fierce, untamed thing, wild and unpredictable, like the dragons they both rode.

Her heart ached with the depth of it, with the knowledge that this love, this bond, could destroy them both if they let it. And yet, she couldn't imagine a world where it didn't exist, where Daemon wasn't the other half of her soul, where they weren't entwined in this dangerous dance.

Daemon took a step closer, and even though they still didn't touch, Eleanor felt his presence like a current running through her veins. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotion, the raw intensity of their connection wrapping around them like a shroud. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, feel the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, mirroring her own.

In that silence, in the space between heartbeats, they stood on the edge of something vast and terrifying, something neither of them could fully control. But in that moment, Eleanor didn't care. Because whatever it was, whatever this love was, it was theirs.

And that was enough.

TIA SPEAKS !

We have finally reached the end of Act One! I can't wait for you all to see how this story unfolds—it's quite unexpected. Thank you so much for reading, and don't forget to vote and leave your comments!