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DAEMON XI
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125 AC -
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Daemon walks through the camps of the royal army, wearing his Targaryen armor. Some of his men follow him in his path to the outside part of the camp.
When he gets to the more open part of the camp, the Rogue Prince can see a latge amount of soldiers surrounding a spot. Their loud voices irritate his ears.
The Rogue Prince whistles, taking the crowd by surprise.
However, what made them go from confused to scared came from the sky.
Caraxes dives from the clouds, almost touching the ground as he moves just above the army, letting out a hissing roar before rising back into the sky.
With that, the Blood Wyrm conquered the silence and the soldiers that came with Daemon take the lead with their spears in hand.
"Open the way for the prince!" One exclaims while they guide the lower class soldiers with the spears, creating a straight path for Daemon.
The Rogue Prince snorts, keeping his straight posture as he walks through his men. Most of them avoid any eye contact with him.
Finally, Daemon gets his eyes on what was the uproar that he heard about.
Three men are in their knees, their hands tied behind their knees. They look skinny, tired and hungry. Each breath sounds painful and their body are covered in different kinds of bruises.
Looking at their dirty clothes, Daemon can see that two of them wear the usual clothes for soldiers in the army.
They are traitors.
The Rogue Prince frowns, staring at the men with irritation. They look down, avoiding his glance at all costs.
The same reaction coming from his men represented respect to his authority. Or fear, in the case of the first prisoner.
But, coming from this two traitors, it only shows their corwadice.
Pathetic.
A soldier that was observing them walks torwards Daemon, bowing his head slightly as he stands in front of his liege.
"My prince, these are the three traitors that we caught this week. As ordered they spend several days in our cells, receiving our warmest hospitalities." The man explains with a smirk. Daemon nods, a bit more satisfied.
"Good. Now, it is time for their judgement. I will be quick. I have no time to waste with pieces of shit." The Rogue Prince proclaims with a rispid voice before he walks forward, standing in front of the three men.
"I, Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, High Commander of the royal army, will be judging you three today. Accept your fate and stand up." The Rogue Prince commands in a authoritarian tone. The men stand up after struggling a bit with their trembling legs.
Daemon slowly walks torwards the first of the three men. The only one that wears clothes from commoners.
However, he is not a man. He is a boy about the same age as Aegon.
He is the shortest and skinniest of them all. His brown hair is dirty like a old rag and his lips are fractured and bleedint due to the intense thirst that he is going through.
However, Daemon keeps his frown against the desperate expression of the criminal in front of him.
"What did you do to be here now, boy?" The Rogue Prince asks with a dry tone. The boys struggles to speak as his lips keep trembling under the pressure.
"I-i was s-stealing f-from t-the a-army, my p-prince..." The boy says, almost whispering. Daemon's expression don't change.
"Speak right, thief. What did you stole and why?" The Rogue Prince asks with a rispid tone, starting to get impatient. The boy takes a deep breath.
"Food... daggers... arrows... anything that could help me s-survive one more day." The boy says in a low tone. Daemon frowns, not touched.
"That is a old tale, boy. What about your family?" The Rogue Prince asks, crossing his arms.
"My mother died giving birth to me and my father... died of a stroke sometime ago. I am all alone since then..." The boy says, looking down.
Daemon grunts, looking at the sky and observing Caraxes to calm himself down.
If he does what he wants to do, his brother will be furious, as a good weakling always is whenever the topic of punishing the young emerges.
In the end, he has to choose the path that he doesn't want.
Daemon frownd to the boy, his intense purple eyes looking at him from above.
"You should be grateful, boy. You will be walking back to the streets that you belong. But, not without a advice. Give me your left hand." The Rogue Prince commands with a serious tone.
The boy's eyes get wide and he smiles with his crooked teeth as he extends his hand to the Rogue Prince.
Daemon takes it and moves his other hand torwards the fingers.
And then, he breaks them like a stick, pushing it torwards the back of the boy's hand.
The commoner screams in pain and surprise, falling to the ground. Daemon keeps his relaxed expression.
"Never steal from me again. Do you understand?" The prince asks with a dry voice.
The boy can't even answer as he holds his broken fingers and cries in pain in the ground. Daemon snorts, looking at a few soldiers.
"Take him to the streets of King's Landing. He has no place here." The prince proclaims with a dry voice. Two soldiers nod and moves torwards the boy, holding him by the arms as they drag him torwards King's Landing. On his path, he is still crying in pain.
Now, Daemon walks torwards the first traitor. Of the two, he is the one with wider shoulders and a head that is starting to get bald.
"What did you do, traitor?" The Rogue Prince asks with a irritated tone. The man avoids his eyes and keeps his mouth closed, refusing to say anything.
The nearby soldier grunts with irritation and punches the man in the face.
"Answer the prince when he asks you, imbecile." The man proclaims. The man is still silent. Daemon frowns.
"If you are not going to talk, i can just remove your tongue. You don't want to use it, after all." The Rogue Prince says with a tone of mockery.
The man hesitates under the threat of losing his tongue. In the end, he finally decides to speak.
"I was taking supplies to ship in a small cabe nearby. I planned to store as much as i could before derserting to Essos to become a sellsword." The man says in a dry voice. Daemon stares at him.
And then, he smirks, looking around to his men.
"He is even more stupid than the boy!" The prince mocks with a loud voice. The men laughs and different insults are thrown at the traitor.
Daemon unsheathes Dark Sister.
His smile fades away alongside the voices of the crowd.
The Rogue Prince lays the tip of his sword on the neck of the man. His purple eyes are filled with anger.
"Have you ever heard about the funerals in the riverlands, my friend?" The prince asks in a malicious tone. The man trembles under the dangerous touch of the valyrian steel sword.
"No, my prince." The man proclaims with a tense voice. Daemon snorts.
"It is a curious event. They tie the body of the deceased to a boat that starts to sail. And then, they shot flaming arrows at it. The ship and the body burns and sink together." The prince proclaims. The man looks at him with fear.
"My prince..."
Daemon presses his sword a bit harder on the man's neck, making some blood drop in the blade.
"Don't talk to me anymore, traitor. Your destined is sealed now. You will sail as you wanted, but you will never arrive at your destination." The prince proclaims with a malicious smirk. The man seems desperate, but remains in silence.
Daemon takes Dark Sister away and put it back in his sheath. And then, he turns to his men.
"Take him. Remember to shoot common arrows first. It would be tedious if he died too soon. We already giving him a punishment and a funeral, after all." The prince proclaims, waving his hand. The soldiers cheer and laugh.
Some of them quickly grabs the traitor and drag him torwards the harbor, where his pyre will be made.
Finally, Daemon walks to the second traitor, his patience already fading away by this point.
The prisoner is thinner than the last one, but he clearly has more muscle in him. He is also older, with light brown hair that is partially grey.
The man looks up to Daemon with conviction in his eyes, almost surprising the prince with his sudden gain in confidence.
"My prince, i served the crown with loyally for over ten years. Being a knight is one of the most important things in my life." The man proclaims. Daemon frowns.
"But?" He asks with a dry tone. The man sighs.
"But in the recent years my body started to give up on me. I started to crumble under the pressure and i couldn't perform as well as i once did. The younger lads came and soon i was outclassed. A old tool with no purpose. A man that can't do the only thing he was good at." The man says in a bitter tone. The men around stays in silence, hearing his confession.
Daemon, however, has no time to waste. He has a good guess already.
"Did you steal from me as well, traitor?" The prince asks. The man looks down, his hands touching the ground as he bows his head.
"Without my strength, i started receiving less gold from the crown, but my family needed more. With a broken spirit, i resorted to stealing what i could without being noticed. It was easier for me as i had the unquestionable trust of other soldiers and i even used that trust to borrow some gold as well. I hate myself for doing that, but i had no choice. I was caught, and now i am here to receive my deserving punishment. I can only pray that the gods will be merciful to my family from now on." The man says, a pair of tears rolling down his cheeks.
Some of the soldiers around are seemly touched by the honest words of the man.
Daemon is tired of sentimentalism and he is tired of all the thieves that are hiding in his troops.
But, one by one he will find those rats.
For now, he settles his gaze on the fallen knight in front of him, who is bowing in the ground in submission.
Honor is useless. That is something that Daemon discovered early on in life.
Only honor can make a men humiliate themselves like that with so much resolve and be admired by the men around him.
Fools. All of them.
Suddenly a soldier approaches Daemon, holding a letter.
"My prince, we found his letters on his tent and we counted what he took from us. The bastard stole a lot of gold over the last two years and was sending it to his family in King's Landing. They bought a small house recently." The man says with a irritated frown, offering the letter to Daemon.
The Rogue Prince reads the letter and even he is a bit surprised with the final amount of gold. The letter also has some information about his family.
Daemon turns to the traitor with a smirks on his face.
"It seems that your honor as a knight didn't stop you from getting greedy, didn't it?" The prince asks with a ironic tone. The man looks to him with a sad expression.
"I just wanted to see them happy..." The man almost whispers, a distant gaze on his eyes as he trembles. Daemon snorts.
"Say whatever you want. What truly matters is that you are going to give to the crown four times the gold you took by working as a mere servant of the army." The Rogue Prince declares with a definitive tone, throwing the letter on the ground.
Surprisingly, the man can read the letter. He looks up to Daemon with wide eyes of disbelief.
"I am sorry, my prince, but that value is impossible to pay. My body won't allow me to end this debt." The man declares with a honest voice. Daemon smirks.
"You have two sons of age. I am sure that they will be happy to work side by side with his father. There is more than enough work in the camp for the three of you." The prince declares with a calm voice. The man frowns, his arms trembling as he presses his hands against the ground.
"I can't make my sons work like slaves for almost a decade. Pleace, my prince, take my life in place of the debt. Feed me to your dragon if you want, but spare the innocent from this suffering." The man begs in a sad tone. Daemon grunts.
"Your life is worthless compared to the gold you took, thief. You stole gold from us. From the brotherhood that respected you. Death is nothing but a easy way out for you." The Rogue Prince proclaims, looking around to his men with his arms open.
The gazes of compassion from the soldiers fade away, giving place to the frowns of anger that demands justice.
Daemon smirks. The weight of his words on the ears of his men can't be compared to any feeling of compassion.
The dishonored knight bows to Daemon once again, crawling torwards him.
"My prince, please, there is no other way?" The man begs once more. Daemon smirks.
"My sentence was made, but, you can spare some years of work from your sons. After all, you have your wife and your daughter. I am sure that my men would pay well for a pair of fresh cunts." The Rogue Prince offers in a mocking tone. The boldest of his men laughs.
The man is speechless, looking at the ground in search for a solution or expecting it to swallow him already.
Daemon turns around to leave, but not before stopping in front of the soldier that was keeping a eye on the prisoners.
"Take him back to his cage. He will have a night to think. Tomorrow he will tell us if he wants to take the burden alone or share it with his family." The prince declares with a dry tone. The soldier nods and grabs the crying man by his ties, dragging him torwards his cage.
The soldiers talk and move around to continue their work as Daemon moves further into the open field.
In his way, a familiar face appears. A man with short dark hair and a full beard. He is wearing armor and over it he uses the golden cloak that Daemon is so used to see.
Luthor Largent. A former subject of his in the City Watch. He smirks to Daemon, walking by his side.
"It has been a long time, my prince." The knight says. Daemon snorts.
"I have better things to do than visiting the City Watch."
Luthor laughs.
"I can see that. Don't you think that you went a bit too far recently?" The knight asks, looking at Daemon with a curious gaze.
The Rogue Prince grunts and then stares at his former subject with a irritated frown.
"I am tired of being surrounded by rats, Largent. They need to be purged and that is what i am doing. I am the iron fist that my brother refuses to be." The prince proclaims, walking more firmly than before. Luthor frowns.
"I understand, my prince. I am just concerned about how close your punishment was to slavery. It might create resentment torwards you from the more devote of your men." The man proclaims with a honest voice.
Daemon stops walking and turns to the golden cloak. The barely restrained anger is clear in his eyes.
"If i was a slaver, i wouldn't give him any kind of choice. That man would work until his very last breath, no matter what. His punishment will end one day and he will be free. That is more than a slave from Slaver's Bay could ever dream." The Rogue Prince says between his grinded teeth. Luthor nods, showing hesitation under the intense gaze of his former superior.
"That is the way of the magisters in Pentos, right?" The knight asks. Daemon smirks.
"The Braavosi are a bunch of idiots to fall for that, but no. I am still a bit more merciful for that. I don't want the faith after me, so i decided to let that traitor choose between his honor and family or his own life. Let him reveal just how selfish he is. That perspective is more interesting to the faithful, don't you think?" The Rogue Prince asks with a malicious smile as he starts to walk once again. Luthor frowns as he follows.
"The King agrees with you perspective, my prince?" The knight asks, skeptic. Daemon's smile fades away into a bitter frown.
"Doesn't matter what he thinks. He won't stop me if he is never confronted about it. Not after everything that happened between us." The Rogue Prince proclaims, looking at the green fields in front of him as he walks to the outside of the camp.
The memory of Aemond's bloody eyes emerges in his head, making his blood boil just like it did that night.
That night, he was humiliated by his own brother. His son mutilated by a bastard that stands above himself in the succession to the Iron Throne.
After that, Daemon could see the sadness and regret in the eyes of the King, and how afterwards he would always be softer about his acts in the army.
He thinks that his family is falling apart and he is hesitant that he might cause more damage.
Viserys don't realise that the damage was already done. They are not a family anymore since that night.
The night his brother died to him.
Taking a deep breath to keep a hold of his anger, Daemon whistles after him and Largent arrives at the open field.
Caraxes descends from the sky, letting out a hissing roar as he lands in front of his rider. The grass moves around with the wind created by the powerful wings of the Bloodwyrm.
The dragon moves his long neck torwards Daemon, letting out hot air from his nostrils.
The Rogue Prince touches the warm snout of Caraxes, smiling a bit.
"Mēre tolī tubis, ñuha raqiros... (One more day, my friend...)" The prince whispers. Caraxes moves his neck away and bends down so Daemon can access the saddle.
As the Rogue Prince starts to climb the chains of the saddle, Ser Luthor Largent speaks from a safe distant.
"Be careful, my prince. A man that is feared is also hated. There will always be someone wanting to cut your throat." The knight proclaims with a serious tone.
Daemon smirks as he seats on the saddle and looks at his former subject while locking his legs in place.
"Who said i'm only feared?" The Rogue Prince asks, receiving a confused frown from the member of the City Watch.
Caraxes roars and rises to the sky with strong swings of his wings.
The unic feeling of flying on a dragon emerges, but the mind of Daemon Targaryen is already filled by the same old doubt.
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The Rogue Prince observes as the swords of Aegon and Aemond clash through the night in the gardens of the Red Keep.
It is not a sparring. It is a punishment. The only thing they can do is clash sword against sword after another useless discussion during a feast.
During their clashes, the constant insults never stopped.
"Arrogant freak!"
"Lazy idiot!"
"One-eyed brat!"
"Pathetic drunkard!"
After a few more swings, both of them were too tired to keep going, letting their swords fall to the ground.
Daemon walks forward, looking at them with a frown.
"You two will be sparring together more often from now on. I am tired of your discussions. You two are either going to resolve your differences or I'm going to have to sew your mouths shut." The Rogue Prince proclaims. The two princes nod reluctantly as they get up from the ground after recovering their breath.
"I didn't know you knew how to sew, husband."
Daemon looks to the side to see the provoking smile of Alicent as she approaches them with Helaena by her side. The Rogue Prince smirks.
"Sadly for them, i don't." He says in a malicious tone. Alicent just sighs.
Looking more to the side, Daemon sees Helaena approaching Aegon. She is frowning as holding her nose.
"You desperately need a bath." The princess says. Aegon smells himself and frowns.
"I agree. I am stinking almost as much as Aemond." The prince says, smirking to his brother. The One-Eyed prince frowns, staring at him with disapproval. Helaena laughs before smiling to her soon-to-be husband.
"After you take a bath, i wanted to do something with you. What about the library? I am sure that i can find something that won't make you sleep this time." The princess offers. Aegon smiles back.
"Any place is a good place, as long as i am with you." The prince declares with a soft voice. Helaena laughs, but their eyes remain at each other.
Aemond snorts, leaving without another word. Helaena turns around as he leaves.
"Good night, Aemond!" She says as he enters the castle, but she only receives a short wave from his hand.
By Daemon's side, Alicent sighs.
"We need to arrange a marriage for Aemond. A good woman might make him softer." The princess in red declares. Daemon nods slowly.
"Maybe. We will have to see in the future. For now, there is no reason to think much about it." The Rogue Prince says. Aegon smirks.
"I pity the poor woman that will become Aemond's wife." The prince says with a provocative tone. Helaena slaps him in the arm. Alicent frowns.
"Show some faith in your brother, Aegon. He is a dedicated and dutiful young prince. Many noble woman would be more than happy to marry him." The mother in red proclaims. Aegon crosses his arms.
"You forgot to say that he is too arrogant for his own good. He would probably prefer to have a shy wife that is too scared to rise his voice to him or a wife that is always praising how great he is." The prince says in a honest tone. Helaena frowns to him.
"Maybe not. Aemond is reserved. We don't know what might be happening inside that head of his." The princess suggests. Daemon frowns.
"As i said, we will have to wait and see." The Rogue Prince says with a dry tone, tired of the pointless discussion. Helaena nods, losing a bit of her smile before she turns to her mother.
"We will be leaving now. Someone needs to drag Aegon to his bath. Good night!" She declares before she drags Aegon by the hand. He laughs as they walk torwards the castle.
"Does this mean you will help me bathe?"
"I can't and you know that."
"You are not fun, Lena!"
As the young pair enters the castle, the old pair is left alone in the gardens, enjoying a short moment of silence and the breeze of the night.
And then, Alicent turns to Daemon with a short smile.
"You know, life could be much worse." The princess in red says with a distant tone. Daemon snorts.
"It is not ideal, but it could be worse for sure." The Rogue Prince proclaims with a dry tone. Alicent doesn't look satisfied by his answer, but she nods, looking away with a sad expression in her eyes.
"I am afraid that we will never be ideal to each other." The princess says with a bitter tone.
Daemon frowns to her wife, wondering about something that he planned.
In the end, he decides that tonight would be the night.
Daemon approaches Alicent, who looks at him with curiosity.
"We are going to the city tonight. Come with me." The Rogue Prince orders, taking her by the hand and walking torwards his horse. Alicent frowns, hesitant.
"It is not a good time to do that kind of thing, Daemon." The princess says, skeptic as her husband keeps dragging hed. Daemon snorts.
"Anything that isn't your stupid routine is wrong for you. Sometimes, you need to do something different to know that you are still alive." The Rogue Prince proclaims. Alicent frowns in silence for some seconds before sighing in acceptance.
"You have the word, my prince." She says with a dry tone. Daemon smirks.
"That is better." He says as theu arrive at his horse. Daemon pulls a pair of cloaks from a bag attached to the saddle of the horse, offering one to Alicent.
"Use it. We don't need drama." The Rogue Prince says, putting his cloak on. Alicent nods and does the same. And then Daemon offers a black mask to her, keeping one for himself.
Alicent frowns at the curious object, but still puts it in her face. Daemon puts it as well and helps his wife to get on the horse.
After he gets on his mount, Alicent holds him firmly. That action alone makes him smirk to her.
"Don't be so scared, Alicent. You are not a little girl anymore." The Rogue Prince says before the horse moves torwards the city.
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Daemon is very used to the nights in King's Landing. All the lights, voices and songs. But, his wife is a different story.
Alicent observes everything with amusement, like a child that is impressed and a bit scared. Daemon laughs.
"Did your cunt of a father ever took you to a ride through the city at night?" The prince asks with a tone of mockery. Alicent frowns to him, recovering some of her usual composure.
"He didn't because he never liked that sort of thing. He says that the nights on the city are nothing more than a frivolous distraction." The princess proclaims, defending her father. Daemon frowns, looking away from her to keep the horse in the right track.
"There is much more in those streets than distractions. The cunt is just too obsessed about the court to see what is around him." The Rogue Prince says, not explaining much. Alicent frowns, but remains in silence as she keeps looking at all kind of things.
After a while, the horse enters a darker alley. The place that Daemon wanted to be in.
They get out of the horse and Alicent holds her husband's arm, being sure that he is still there.
"What kind of place is this, Daemon?" The princess whispers, concerned. Daemon frowns, holding his wife's hand firmly.
"Don't say a word anymore. Just follow me." The Rogue Prince demands. Through the weak light created by the more distant torches coming from the streets, he can see Alicent's face. Hesitant and nervous, but curious. She sighs, but says nothing.
With that, Daemon guides her through a narrow path in the alley, until they arrive in front of a pair of hidden doors.
The Rogue Prince opens the doors, and he is imediagly greeted by a strong ans sweet smell of incense and a thin mist that covers the place.
He and Alicent walk through the place, seeing things that Daemon was already used to, but that made Alicent very uncomfortable.
Men and women, naked or with their parts showing, doing all kind of lustful acts to each other in the front of others without a care in the world. In the floor, against the wall or using anywhere else. And not only men and women, but also men with other men and women with other women.
Moans echoes through the whole place, and when some lustful gazes lay on Alicent she holds her husband more tightly.
Daemon smirks to himself, taking her to a staircase. They quickly climb the stairs, arriving at a corridor.
The prince takes a key from his clothes and open the door. Alicent quickly enters it and Daemon closes the door. The moans almost disappear as they isolate themselves inside this bedroom.
Alicent throws the cloak and the mask on the ground, frowning at Daemon.
"Why did you bring me to a brothel?! I tought you stopped visiting this kind of place once i kept giving what you wanted! All the things that i did for you means nothing?" The princess asks, angry and disappointed as her eyes start to get tearful.
Daemon walks forward, moving his hands to Alicent's arms, holding her firmly as she looks at him with a sad frown.
"This is not a ordinary brothel, Alicent. It is special to me." The Rogue Prince says with a serious expression.
Alicent's sadness turns into anger.
"Special? A brothel that celebrates all the sins of the flesh without a care in the world? Don't make me laugh." The princess proclaims with disdain. Daemon holds her more tightly.
"Yes. That brothel." The Rogue Prince says, letting her go. Alicent grunts, walking away from him as she looks around, her eyes laying on the large red bed.
"I wonder how much debauchery happened in that bed. Disgusting." The princess says, crossing her arms.
Daemon frowns to his wife before he sighs, looking at the bed with a distant gaze.
In his head, he remembers the laugh of a man.
A sad laugh.
"It is a private room. That bed wasn't used in 41 years." The Rogue Prince proclaims with a honest tone. Alicent turns around to look at him, her frown getting a bit softer.
"By who?" She asks, curious. Daemon hesitates for a second before he sighs and looks at her in the eyes.
"My parents."
Alicent's frown fades into surprise. She looks at the bed in silence for several seconds, thinking.
Daemon walks torwards his wife, standing behind her as he lays his hands on her waist, moving his mouth to her ear.
"They shared many nights together in this bedroom. Fucking, drinking, laughing and making promises that were never fufilled." The Rogue Prince whispers with a sad tone.
The memory comes to mind once more. His drunk father crying on his bedroom in the Red Keep, telling him stories about his mother.
The greatest man in the world crying because of... love.
Daemon never understood that concept.
Alicent's neck shiver with his voice as she takes a deep breath.
"Why you brought me here, Daemon?" The princess asks, both curious and skeptic. Daemon frowns, letting her go as she walks to a nearby drawer.
"I want to claim your heart, Alicent. I want it to be mine. Only mine. I want to be your first tought when you wake up and your last tought when you close your eyes to sleep." The Rogue Prince declares with a possessive tone, taking two flasks from the drawer. They have a red liquid in it. Alicent frowns.
"A potion to turn me into a dog in heat? Fucking all night won't give you my heart, Daemon. You don't understand how i feel." The princess declares with a sad tone, crossing her arms. Daemon snorts, slowly walking torwards her.
"It is not about fucking, Alicent. At the end of that night, i will prove to you that you can't live without me. I am your world. Always was and always will be." The Rogue Prince says, offering the flask to her. Alicent frowns at him with mixed feelings.
"What am i to you, Daemon?" The princess asks, almost hopeful. The Rogue Prince smiles.
"My wife. The mother of my children. The only woman that i want to share this bedroom with." He says with a honest tone in his vague words. Alicent takes a deep breath.
She looks at the potion in his hand, thinking. And then, she sighs.
"May the gods forgive me..." The princess whispers, taking the flask. Daemon smirks.
They drink the sweet liquid and lay the flask on a nearby table.
In a few seconds, Daemon starts to feel... relaxed. Alicent frowns.
"I feel... strange." The princess says, looking at herself. Daemon walks torwards her.
As they get closer, the Rogue Prince can feel the heat emerging from his wife. Her face starts to turn a bit red.
Daemon lays his hands on Alicent's hips, looking at her eyes.
"I promise that it will be the best night of your life." He says with a low tone. Alicent laughs, moving her arms around his neck.
"We will see about that, Daemon Targaryen."
And with that, they both move torwards each other, sharing a intense kiss, filled with a wild desire.
Daemon moves a hand to Alicent's back and the other to grab her arse, making her moan in his mouth.
The night will be long.
Very long.
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