harrenhal, house whent
the riverlands

daemon

"YOU FUCKING BASTAD!"

"Daemon, stop!"

Daemon threw a punch on Rhaegar's face and he fell to the ground by the force. Daemon sat atop of him and continued giving punches until three of the Kingsguard put him off of their crown Prince.

Their mother stood on the side with tears in her eyes. But he couldn't get himself to care. All he could think about was Rhaegar humiliating his sister.

Fucking bastard. He was going to kill Rhaegar.

Rhaegar stood up with a stoic face and smiled as he touched his face to see blood.

"Real mature, Daemon." Rhaegar said as he walked back to his desk without as much as look at Daemon.

"Mature? We're going to talk about who's more mature? Who just humiliated his own wife at a tourney for fucks sake?!"

Daemon was fuming. "You crowned a child the Queen of Love and Beauty when all the houses of Westeros were present! And you want to talk about who's more mature?"

Rhaegar stood and shook his head. "It was not how this was supposed to go Daemon. Truly." he said, so fiercely that Daemon almost believed him.

Daemon gave a humorless chuckle. "Spare me those false words of guilt! You humiliated Elia and our whole fucking family!"

Rhaegar wanted to speak, but Daemon beat him too it once again. "We are already hated Rhaegar! You have not made it any better!

"My sons," their mother began. "Please. For your love for me, your mother. I beg of you. Stop this now!"

Both him and Rhaegar stood and glared at each other.

Daemon shook the hands of the three Kingsguard off him. He went to his mother and bowed his head to give her a kiss on her head. He looked at his mother and stared her in the eyes.

"You are my mother. The woman I love the most and the woman who holds my heart. I will never allow your heart to suffer at the hands of me any longer."

Before his mother could speak he turned around to his brother who stood tall in his Targaryen glory.

Fuck Rhaegar and his silly little prophecies.

"You have made us an enemy of near all the houses of Westeros." Daemon said, unable to hide his anger.

"And the houses will learn that House Targaryen comes with Fire and Blood. They will suffer the consequences if they rebel." Rhaegar replied earnestly.

Daemon glared at him. "You have started something you can't end, brother. I hope you are ready to face it."

"I will not be by your side when the time comes, dear brother."

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"You are leaving, Prince Daemon?"

Daemon turned around to see Alara before him. His shoulders lessened and he sent her a soft smile.

"Yes, my Lady. I fear I have duties in King's Landing I must tend to. Orders of the King." Daemon replied. He watched as Alara looked to the ground.

Daemon smiled.

"It is only a few days before the tourney ends. I had thought you would stay for the rest?"

Daemon chuckled lightly. "My Lady. A prince's duties are consistent, a tourney is not. I will have to do my part, as my brother does his."

Alara smirked. "Well, I suspect I myself will have to do my duty one day,"

Alara stepped closer. "However— those duties tend to bore me."

Daemon shook his head amused. He put his saddle on his horse and stroked the skin. He looked around them and noticed that no one was present around them.

Daemon took a deep breath before looking at her straight in her eyes. "My Lady. Might I confess something of mine?"

Alara turned her head to the side, confused. But nodded nevertheless. "Certainly my Prince."

"I have found myself thinking about you quite a lot. A lot more than I should. I have sinful thoughts of you my Lady. And it shames me. Truly, it does."

Daemon walked closer to Alara til their chests were touching. "I find myself kissing thouse beautiful pink lips of yours."

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. Daemon could feel Alara shiver at the touch and he grinned.

He ran his hand in Alara's unruly brown hair. "I find myself wanting to taste you in all places. I find myself marking you— to make every lord who dares look at you know that you are mine."

Daemon pressed his forehead to hers. He takes a gentle hold of her jaw and turns her head up. "We will see each other again, my Lady."

Alara smiled sadly and nodded. She stepped back, allowing him to saddle his horse.

Daemon looked at Alara. "I swear to you that if I have my way, you will be all mine in the end."

Alara just smiled.

Daemon then fastened his grip on the horse, and then his other companions followed.

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Red Keep, house Targaryen
the crownlands

The arrival at King's Landing didn't go as he expected. When a squire had run up to him, he expected nothing of the sort he told him.

Rhaegar had kidnapped Lyanna Stark.

The Lords are furious.

Daemon was sure he would've murdered somebody if anyone dared to speak to him.

Fuck.