The Unburnt

Chapter 21 - Treachery

ALSO 7000 READS? WHAT? JESUS I AM FLABBERGASTED STOOOP😭😭😭🎀 Thank you all so much🤍

I apologize for the astronomical chapter, I also wonder what in the fuck happened.

Writing this chapter, I felt like Daemon, when he was surrounded by the crab feeder army, probably accepting his own demise but promising he would not perish without wreaking havoc upon them. Then Seasmoke saved the day. I NEED SEASMOKE! Or just a cigarette.

IMAGINE, that I wrote three chapters previously, only to realize...I made the wrong twist to the story. After a few glasses of wine, I wanted Aemma to be with child again, for it to go as it followed in HOTD and ASOIAF, so that would have been the last drop that filled Visenya's cup. But then I remember, hey hey, Queen Aemma will live in my story. Oops, backtrack and erase what I wrote. Sooo I had to write a new chapter. Oh Jesus Christ, was I shocked when I realized what I wrote was not how it was supposed to go. Aemma is alive and well, but I am floored, because it will take more time for this chapter to be posted.

Also let me say...they are toxic much? I mean...hello? But they are toxic together ❤

High Valyrian in bold.

Daemon Targaryen

"Did I ever tell you that you stopped wailing when I held you in my arms when you were born?"

Visenya looks up from my chest, her brows furrowing slightly. With my thumb I smooth the crease formed there.

A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. "When I walked in the birthing chambers, the day you were born, my brother handed me, a blanket too big with a babe too small. While I held you in my arms, this little bundle of wails, Visenya, your name, rooted in my mind as your mother spoke it. It was as if the Gods whispered your name to me. When you were placed in my arms, the wailing stopped."

She blushes crimson. Then she shifts and hides her face in the crook of my neck.

"I never knew." Her voice barely above a whisper. My fingers run up and down her spine, the softness of her skin soothing me.

"Of course you didn't, why would my brother ever confide in you with something so personal?" I chuckle and kiss the top of her head, inhaling in her scent, my nose brushing along her silver-white hair. "My little flower." I murmur lovingly.

Visenya giggles, shifting down my body and bites my left nipple, making me groan. A surge of heat rushes to my balls and I swat her behind. "Visenya," I warn her. My nostrils flare, exhaling through them.

She licks where she bit me. "My apologies, lord husband," her innocent and gentle tone brings a snarl out of me. I turn my wife on her stomach, placing my palm in the middle of her back. Open mouthed kisses on her body covering her royal skin, with my teeth biting here and there. My lips leave a trail down her back, soft flesh melting beneath my fingers as I knead one fleshy arse cheek.

She moans and writhes beneath my touch, but I do not care.

"Now now, be a good girl and let me have my wife, hm?"

She nods energetically.

"My eager whore," I swat her rear a few times, pink skin greeting me, enticing me to take what is mine to have.

Visenya and I always shared my chambers, never having slept a day away from her ever since we wed on the shores of our ancestral home. I did not care for traditions, as my wife I shall sleep beside her, protect her, care for her and fuck her as I please.