"Cum for me.................." Daemon finally said, as he felt his own high take over him. His thrusts becoming sloppy, as his niece screamed out his name once more.

The sun had just begun to sneak over the buildings of the capital, bathing the otherwise grey city, in soft rays of light. As he had promised, he had made it last all night. He had taken her in every way that he had ever wanted, and more. He had reached his own peak more times than he thought was possible, yet he had not tired, not had enough. He had always needed more, just that little bit more, and his niece had not disappointed him. She had kept on giving, kept on going; kept on surrendering herself, never once telling him, no. And now as he pulled her to his side, both their bodies soaked with sweat, their hearts pounding violently in their chests, he knew that he needed more than one night, that this was not enough, that he needed this forever. He didn't care about Aegon, didn't care that in a matter of days it was planned that she would be wed to Aemond. She was his now, and she would stay that way.

"I want you to get dressed; I want you to pack a few belongings and meet me at the dragon pit in an hour." Daemon said, (Y/n) looking up at him, as he combed his fingers through her damp hair.

"But what..............why..............?"

"Because we are leaving.............."

"Leaving............?" (Y/n) quickly interjected, as she moved to get a better look at her uncle.

"Leaving to where...........? I can't go........what about mother, father. What about Aemond? We are due to marry in a matter of days.............."

"Do you love him............? Do you want him.......? Do you want Aemond inside of you...........? Do you care about him enough to give up Aegon? Do you really care about either of them..............? Or do you want to be free, with me.........? We can go to the Free Cities, you and I. We can be together like this, every night. You can be my bride. All you have to do is meet me in the dragon pits. I will take Caraxes, and you, your Zaldrīzes. In what will seem like mere moments, we will be away from here, and this.........all this, can be our norm." Daemon explained, as he placed his hand under his niece's chin, holding it softly so that she could not avert her gaze from his.

Free.............? The thought was most certainly a pleasing notion. And did she actually love either of her brothers as she thought she did? Aegon used her, just as much as she used him, and Aemond.............she cared about him, it was true; but the notion of spending her life with him, ending up like her poor sister, the mother of three children to a brother, a husband that neither cared for nor loved her, was not one that she relished. Yet would she be better off with her uncle and his promises? Would she prefer to be his wife, than her brothers? She liked the idea of making this last, of having this forever; the touch of her uncle, like nothing that she had ever experience before. Yet here, in the Keep, she was safe, secure. It was true that she would never be a queen if she married Aemond, never be a queen if she wed her uncle; but she had never had any real desire for that. No want to be like her mother, to be bitter and twisted. The only thing that she had ever wanted to be, was herself. To be a dragon rider, free and wild; not just known as the wife of her brother. So, perhaps her uncle was her way to that; (Y/n) sure that Daemon would be far more interesting than Aemond. That he would show her the world and all of the things in it; that he would show her more of what they had done that night, if she just asked.

"An hour..........." (Y/n) finally agreed. The pair smiling broadly, before Daemon kissed her on the forehead and rose from the bed.

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"(Y/n)............." Alicent blurted out, as she pushed her way into her husband's chambers. Viserys jumping slightly as the door to his rooms, slammed violently on the wall behind it.

"What.................?"

"Your brother has taken our child. They were seen going to the dragon pits; Caraxes and Zaldrīzes have been seen flying away from the city............"

"Well, there you have your answer. She and Daemon have just gone to exercise the dragons. They will be back................."

"And our daughter always takes her belongings with her when she goes out on Zaldrīzes........? Your brother has taken our younger daughter to the gods only know where, and we need to get her back. The city is ready for the wedding, Aemond is ready for the wedding; and Daemon has more than likely filled (Y/n)'s head with goodness knows what. Promised her the world. We need to find them, her and bring her back." Alicent demanded, as she looked at her ailing husband, Viserys dropping his head into his hand.

(Y/n) was the only one of his children with Alicent that seemed to make any sense. Aegon was a lazy, indifferent drunk, who was said had already fathered more children in the city, than the ones that he had with Helaena. Helaena was herself, different; a girl with an interest in bugs, often found to talk with cryptic language. And Aemond, Aemond was a young man with a fiery disposition that had been a petulant and rather calculating child. (Y/n) on the other hand was the smart one, the child that spent most time with him. The one who was as interested in the tales of Old Valyria, as Viserys was in telling them. So, what had caused her to leave, if that really was the case, he could not say. Though if she had gone, how Alicent expected him to get her back, he also couldn't say.

"We will see what happens. If they have not returned by the end of the day, I will send some of my men out to find them. But for now..........." Viserys groaned, as he tried to get to his feet. Ser Westering rushing to his monarch's side and aiding him to get to the bed.

"But Viserys..............."

"No! Enough. I have made my decision......." The king continued, before thanking the Kingsguard for helping him pull up the covers. Viserys ignoring his wife's indignant huff before storming out of the room. The king dropping his head back onto the pillow and staring up at the ceiling.

"I hope you know what you are doing, my child............" The king murmured, before closing his eyes.