harrenhal, house whent
the riverlands

daemon

THEY WERE SAT AT THE HEAD TABLE, THE KING SEATED IN THE MIDDLE, HIS MOTHER BESIDE HIM. Rhaegar sat at their father's left with Elia beside him, while Daemon sat at the end of the high table, beside his mother—not that he minded though. He was more relieved then annoyed really. He turned his head to watch Rhaegar, watching as Aerys kept a good eye on him. Daemon wanted to let out a snort. Sometimes he was relieved he wasn't the crown prince.

That meant the king didn't need to take out his time on him. The king had three heirs, so even if Rhaegar did somehow die, he had himself or Viserys to ascend to the throne.

His eyes wavered over to some high lord's daughters staring at him. He sent them a smirk that made them almost red like cherries. Daemon shook his head and grabbed his cup of ale before finishing it up in one swing.

Her mother noticed and leaned in close to him. "Why don't you ask one of the girls for a dance? I am sure it will please your father."

Daemon snorted, laying his cup back on the table. "Why would I? You know I love to tease women mother, but dance with one?" He huffed a laugh. "they might want to chap my face off."

Rhaella shook her head in dissatisfaction, her eyes now staring ahead before her eyes glinted in satisfaction.

"What about her?"

Daemon was about to cut her off, but was unable to as he followed his mother's gaze towards a woman with such beauty he did not know one could possess.

He was sure he looked stupid right now, his mouth wide open as he stared at her. Her hair was a light brown caressing her back. Her eyes were a warm brown, with a kind smile that only made her more alluring to him.

She was dressed in a thin fabric that clung to her smooth skin to reveal her womanly curves. It was not just the thin fabric that had Daemon distracted but the cut of the dress, short sleeved and a low cut that gave him glimpses of her light skin.

She had his full attention in that dress. It was almost as she had every man's attention in that dress. She was a vision, Daemon realized.

It was only when her mother placed a warm hand on his shoulder with a little push to make him go ask her for a dance.

"Who is she?" He found himself asking, as he still kept his gaze on her.

Rhaella grinned, shaking her head. "I know who she is, but that you have to find out my son. Sometimes, you have to fight for what you want—and sometimes not with a sword but with words."

He looked at her as if thinking deeply before giving a nod. "Well, if I must—" he stopped as he realized the woman he had been staring at his vanished. His mouth hung open as his eyes tried to find her.

"What are you standing here for Daemon? Go find her,"

And that was what exactly he would do.

He walked towards the remount of people inside the hall, walking in the direction he thinks the woman had walked off to. But he couldn't walk much further before a strong voice stopped him.

"Daemon!"

He tried ignoring the voice but couldn't before a strong arm gripped his shoulder. He turned his head to find Robert Baratheon standing before him. A smile broke though his face, mind forgetting about the woman he was going to chase.

"My my Robert. How long has it been!" He said as he pushed Robert's shoulder in a brotherly way. Robert had been his brother where Rhaegar had never been. Rhaegar...the perfect and handsome prince that never had time to spend with his brother.

He was lonely in his younger years and when his father said to send him to the Stormlands, he had tried to object, thinking it would be a nightmare. But turns out at his stay, he had gotten a new brother. A brother that he could say he loved.

Robert let out a roar of laughter, the ale in his hand nearly spilling to the ground. "Well now we reunite again brother! Come, I have to introduce you to the Starks," he leaned in closer, a grin across his lips. "and introduce you to the lady Lyanna Stark. Gods Daemon, she is a beauty, the most gorgeous woman you will ever meet—" Daemon doubted it. "and by far has the best personality as well!"

Daemon laughed, winking at him and laying his arm over his shoulder. "Well i will only take your word for it if I see her with my own eyes Robert. Introduce me then."

Then they both were off, Robert guiding him to the Starks.

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