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Daemon walked through the Red Keep. People were mingling about and the servants were whispering more than usual. The reason for the added activity was the Council of 101. Personally Daemon thought it was ludicrous for his grandfather to allow the Lords of the Realm to vote on the next ruler. They were dragons. They did not need to follow the opinions of the sheep. It made them look weak. However, what’s done is done and now all there was left to do was plan and prepare. The choice would be between his favorite cousin Rhaenys and his brother Viserys. As much as he loved his cousin he could never abandon his brother. His father had made them both promise to always look out for one another and now that the Spring Prince was no longer around Daemon felt especially duty bound to honor his fathers wishes. 

Daemon sighed. Even if his brother seemed to forget the promise they made to their father. Ever since Viserys had begun spending more time with the new Hand, Otto Hightower, he had been pulling away more than ever. The two brothers had once been quite close despite their opposite personalities but lately Daemon constantly felt like he needed to fight Otto for his brother's attention. Turning the corner he was frustrated to find both the subjects of his thoughts together. It seemed one was never far from the other. 

Viserys and Otto were standing in deep conversation, no doubt discussing the upcoming vote with the Lords. Daemon walked closer to make his presence known.

“Daemon!” His brother exclaimed. “I’ve been wondering when you were going to show up. Rather cutting it to the last minute.” Viserys teased, although the sentiment was diminished by the presence of Otto and the underlying accusation in his words. Daemon felt himself bristle.

“Indeed Viserys. I have been rather busy you see, amassing an army of men to stand on your behalf.” He said with some satisfaction.

“An army?” Viserys said with a frown. “What for?”

Daemon stared at his brother. “You do realize that Rhaenys will be coming on Meleys with her husband's entire armada of ships to showcase her strength. You will need something similar to show your own strength.” He explained as though talking to a child.

“Daemon,” Viserys admonished, “I do not want any violence. I know it is your way and you have no problem shedding blood but it is not the correct way of doing this sort of thing. Politics is a subtle business, something I know you find difficult. I will not have the Lords of the Realm view me as some bloodthirsty tyrant. No, if we are to win the vote it will be because I have proven my ability to be a good ruler.” Viserys finished with a proud smile as though his words were steeped in august dignity.

Daemon almost staggered. How could his brother believe such weakness would ever be viewed as superior in the eyes of the Lords of Westeros. He was about to open his mouth to remonstrate his brothers flawed views before the other forgotten member of their party cut in.

“The Prince is correct.” Otto said. “The Lords will want to see a demonstration of political intelligence, a steady ruler, an awareness of the issues the Realm is facing, things I’m sure you have no interest in. The subtleties of politics are perhaps not your strength Prince Daemon. I’m aware of your House's words but you would not want the Lords of the Realm to label you Maegor Come Again.” The man said with an oily smooth tone.

Daemon gaped. Did Otto just insinuate he should be called Maegor Come Again? Just because he had rounded up an army to defend his brother's claim to the throne? He turned to look at his brother, certain Viserys would defend him from such a heinous accusation but to his surprise Viserys was nodding along as though he agreed with every word the snake just said. Was this to be his life? Constantly fighting accusations and watching as his own brother did nothing to protest his innocence? All at once Daemon felt as if the Gods had given him a glimpse into the future. A future where Viserys was King and Daemon was pushed aside again and again, de-valued until he was nothing more than a bitter shell of a man. Instantly he was filled with resolve. Who was he to go against Viserys’ wishes? If the man did not want his army then he would ensure the Lords were aware his men did not serve his brother's cause.

He bowed his head slightly. “Very well Viserys. If that is what you would prefer.”

His brother smiled widely at him. “Thank you Daemon, I knew you would understand. I appreciate the thought but maybe it would be best to leave the planning to Otto and I. We have spent the last several years at court and know the Lords better than I daresay you care to.” Viserys laughed.

Once again he was treated to the backhanded way Viserys seemed to always talk to him these days. He grit his teeth and gave one more nod before he turned and left. The image of Otto Hightowers smug smile was enough to solidify his newfound plan.

~

Some time later Daemon walked the familiar hallways once more until he reached his cousin's chambers. He knocked on the door and at her call, entered the room. Rhaenys sat at a table with many sheets of parchment spread over it. She was almost certainly looking over lists of Lords and their assumed preference for the next ruler to determine who she would be best served in approaching. She looked up at his arrival and he was gratified to see the surprise on her face when she noticed who exactly had come to see her.

“Daemon.” She said in greeting. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Daemon walked further into the room until he was close enough to pull out another chair from the table and sit down. Lazily, he perused the papers before answering her question.

“I’m here to offer my support for your claim to the Iron Throne.” He said simply.

Raising his eyes he should not have been surprised to see the shock flash across Rhaenys’ features before suspicion set in.

“You expect me to believe that? That you would throw over your own brother to support my claim? Don’t play me for a fool Daemon!” Her forehead creased as a frown settled deep into her face.

“It is not a jest or a jape or some ploy, Rhaenys. I am completely serious.” Daemon said as he kept eye contact with his cousin. She always had been the best at reading him. It used to drive him mad as a child how she could tell whenever he was lying. Now he could only hope she had retained that particular skill.

Rhaenys stared at him hard for several long minutes before her furrowed brows rose high on her head. It appeared she had.

“You are serious!?” She whispered.

Daemon could only nod solemnly.

Rhaenys was thoughtful for a moment. “What did Viserys do?”

Daemon broke eye contact and leaned back in his chair. How could he explain it? He sighed.

“You know, I amassed an army on my brother's behalf.” He said conversationally instead of answering directly. “I knew you would be ready to show off Meleys and your Lord husband's fleet of ships. I knew Viserys had nothing by way of comparison and sought to level the playing field so to speak.”

Rhaenys was nodding as though she understood exactly why he had done what he had and in that single action had already proven her suitability over Viserys as a ruler. 

“Well he was not as pleased as you might expect. He told me he did not want to win based on a show of force. That violence was my area of expertise and he would not have the Lords think him some bloodthirsty tyrant.”

“What foolishness.” Rhaenys said almost blandly.  “Viserys can’t possibly think he will win the vote based on himself alone?!”

“And yet that is exactly what he thinks. Apparently the subtleties of politics are what is required, something I know very little about.” He could not keep the sarcasm from his words.

Rhaenys looked befuddled. “You know as much about politics as Viserys does.” She said.

“Ha! Try telling him that. According to Viserys, he and Otto have spent the last few years here in King’s Landing and are much better suited to devising a strategy to win the Lords to his side. Otto said that with my propensity for violence I might be named Maegor Come Again.”

Rhaenys gasped at the shocking accusation. Daemon may be many things, violent was definitely one of them, but he was not cruel or mad the way Maegor was.

“What did Viserys say?” Rhaenys demanded.

Daemon was quiet for a moment. The memory of his brother's nodding head stung more than he cared to admit. 

“Nothing.” Daemon said in a smaller voice than he wanted. He cleared his throat. “He said nothing. In fact he was nodding along in agreement to the words of that cunt.” Daemon spat.

Rhaenys rose and walked to his side of the table. She laid her hand on his shoulder. 

“You know that I do not think that. You are nothing like Maegor.”

Daemon bowed his head at her fervent words. This is what he expected from his brother. It hurt that it was actually his cousin who believed in him and chose to defend him.

He allowed himself a moment to soak up her defense and reassurance, raising his own hand to cover the one on his shoulder. He gave a gentle squeeze before the cousins separated and he forced himself to focus back on the task at hand. Rhaenys had returned to her seat and was watching him with an almost neutral expression. 

“What do you want? For your support?” Rhaenys asked shrewdly.

Taking a breath Daemon wasted no time. “I want an annulment from the bronze bitch. I never wanted the marriage, it was forced on me; it is unconsummated and it is non negotiable for my support.” He said firmly.

Rhaenys took a moment to consider any ramifications before she nodded. “Done.”

“I want to have a bride of my choosing. No one will ever force me into another marriage.” He felt the need to make this another condition. While he trusted Rhaenys more than his grandmother he did not want to leave himself open to the possibility of another arranged marriage.

Rhaenys tilted her head as she studied him. “Do you have someone in mind?” She asked curiously.

Daemon hesitated before answering but decided he best tell Rhaenys the truth. He did not want her trying to push him towards anyone under the guise of helping without forcing. 

“Rhaenyra.” He said.

Rhaenys started for a moment before she seemed to actually consider his words. She nodded thoughtfully. 

“I could see why you would choose her. She is beautiful, even as a child. She has a dragon and is of pure Valyrian blood. You are fond of the girl and she is certainly fond of you.” Rhaenys teased gently. 

Daemon felt his cheeks heat against his will. Rhaenyra had wrapped herself around his heart from the moment she was placed in his arms. He would do anything for the young girl. The love and bond they shared was only a familial one but she would grow. Once she had matured he could almost see their life together. Flying their dragons, exploring the world, having a family. He longed for children of his own, something nobody would guess of him and something he had long thought lost to him. He would never have them while shackled to that sheep from the Vale. It would be quite some time before he may have any if he chose to wait for Rhaenyra but he felt the potential outcome would be worth the wait. His happy reverie was broken by Rhaenys’ next words.

“I’m not sure Viserys would welcome such a match, especially since you have decided to support me over him.”

“Viserys would never have given me his daughter as a bride even if I did support him. He only sees the worst in me, no doubt thanks to the whispers of that Hightower snake.” Daemon spat bitterly. Taking a moment to regain his composure he continued. “But Viserys cannot object if the match is forwarded by the Crown.”

“Besides,” He said easily, “I’ve already spoken with Aemma and she is not completely against the match.”

“You’ve spoken to Aemma?” Rhaenys said in amazement. 

Daemon nodded. “I went to speak with her after leaving Viserys and the snake.”

~~~~~~~ Flashback~~~~~~~

“Daemon? What are you doing here?” Aemma said with a smile as she rocked a sleeping Rhaenyra. The girl had reached her fourth name day and was honestly too old to be rocked as if she were a babe but Aemma had lost two babes after Rhaenyra and Daemon knew she was comforted by the act. 

“I’m here to speak with you.” He said seriously keeping his voice low so as to not wake his sleeping niece. His blood was still elevated from the discussion he had just come from but one look at Rhaenyra’s peaceful face was enough to calm his racing heart.

“Is everything alright?” Aemma asked with a worried frown.

Daemon lowered himself to sit in a chair next to her, keeping them at eye level with each other. 

“Aemma . . I wanted to inform you myself that I have decided to support Rhaenys over Viserys as the next ruler of Westeros.” He said it in a rush so he did not lose his nerve. Whatever issues he had with his brother he had always looked on Aemma as a sort of sister and he felt nothing but love for her and her daughter. 

Aemma's face slackened at this unexpected declaration. Daemon could see she was astounded by the look on her face. No one would ever have assumed he would back anyone but his own brother. Despite the anger and betrayal still lingering under the surface he was able to derive a measure of spiteful glee at the thought of proving so many people wrong. Chagrined at that thought in the face of his good sister he ducked his head a bit before continuing.

“I know you have no desire to be Queen, Aemma. The politics and vipers circling you and your daughter have never been something you wished for, please don’t pretend otherwise. You have been a good wife to my brother, standing by his side no matter your own feelings but I know this life is not one you would choose for yourself.” Daemon said calmly.

Aemma’s face was still a mixture of confusion and surprise but she answered nonetheless.

“As true as that may be, I do not have the luxury of a choice. Viserys wants the throne, I am his wife, there is nothing to be done.” 

Her eyes locked onto his. “Why have you changed your mind about supporting Viserys? You have always been unwavering in your loyalty to him. What has happened to sway you now?” She tilted her head as she regarded him. Not upset yet but with the potential if she thought he was betraying his brother for no good reason.

Daemon rubbed his forehead. 

“You know Viserys is too weak to be a good King. He listens too readily to the voices of others, Otto Hightower chiefly among them. I won’t pretend it doesn’t grate my nerves to have my own brother prefer the company of that cunt over me but the fact of the matter is that Viserys will always put the needs of others over our family. He’s already driving you into an early grave with his incessant need to have a son as his heir before he is even chosen as King. He ignores Rhaenyra even though he claims to love her. He pushes me away over and over again despite my wish to be by his side and protect him from the vultures that would happily feast on his carcass.” Daemon spat but quickly stopped when Rhaenyra gave a start at his raised voice. Whispering once more he finished. “Viserys would not be a good King and selfishly . . selfishly I would like to support someone who appreciated me and my efforts on their behalf, something Viserys obviously does not.”

The room was silent in the wake of his speech and Daemon waited nervously for Aemma’s response. Eventually she hung her head and sighed, appearing decades older at that moment.

“You speak the truth brother, as much as I am loathe to admit it.” 

Daemon watched a single tear drip down her face and land on Rhaenyra’s cheek. Aemma absently brushed it away. 

“Viserys is . . he is eager to please, you are right. The more he speaks about his plans the more I become concerned for the future of our family.” She shook her head and looked at him once more. “I do not know if you are here to seek my permission or my forgiveness but . . you have it.”

Daemon released the breath he did not realize he was holding, relief coursing through him.

“Thank you Aemma.” He said gently.

Aemma nodded and looked down at her sleeping daughter as she gathered her thoughts.

“What will you ask for in exchange for your support?” She asked curiously.

“An annulment for one.” Daemon said quickly.

Aemma gave him a disapproving look but it held little heat. Although Lady Rhea was from the Vale she knew how much he hated the marriage and how eager he was to be free of it. 

“Don’t look at me like that sister. You know I did not desire the match and she is equally disposed to think ill of me. If anything she will be pleased to have the marriage dissolved.”

Aemma closed her eyes as though praying for patience. Daemon grinned at the image.

“Yes.” She finally conceded. “Yes, I imagine you are correct.” The two shared a conspiratory smile.

“Is that all?” Aemma wondered.

“No, I will also promise to serve on her council or in whatever manner she deems appropriate for me for the first ten years of her reign as well as . . “ Here he paused.

“As well as?” Aemma prompted.

Daemon hesitated a moment before continuing. “As well as the right to choose my own bride without interference from the crown.” 

For a moment Aemma looked confused as to why he would be reluctant to tell her of that particular condition before her eyes widened in apparent understanding. Shooting her gaze down at the sleeping child in her arms she looked back up with questioning eyes.

“You want Rhaenyra?” It was a question as much as it was a statement.

He merely nodded.

Aemma was still for a long moment, completely expressionless before her cheeks heated in anger.

“She is only four name days old, Daemon!” She hissed.

“Calm down Aemma!” He whisper yelled as he raised his hands up in placation. “I don’t mean now or even any time soon! After she comes of age, if we would suit, then I would like to present my hand to her as a husband.” 

“Daemon, I have seen the way you treat your first wife! Even if she was not a wife of your choosing, how can you possibly think I would ever dream of giving you my own daughter when your reputation as a husband is to disrespect your wife by lying with every whore in King’s Landing.” Her vitriolic words may have had other men rethinking their proposal but not Daemon. He merely saw a mother defending her daughter and he was more than willing to prove himself.

“It’s not the same Aemma and you know it. I would never treat Rhaenyra that way! I know you may not have much reason to trust me but I’m not asking for any promises, only the opportunity. Let me prove myself to you as a worthy man for Rhaenyra’s hand.” He said ardently.

Aemma’s eyes still held a glint of suspicion but she seemed to judge his words as sincere. He waited for her to pass her judgment. After several long moments he was rewarded for his patience.

“I will make no promises Daemon. Should you receive your annulment and should your behavior between now and Rhaenyra’s coming of age be suitably reformed then I will consider it. As I said,'' She emphasized again, “I will make no promises in that regard but I will agree to refuse all other offers for her hand before she is of age and we can speak again at that time.” 

Daemon smiled widely at her. 

“Thank you Aemma! That is all I ask.”

She regarded him and eventually her eyes took on the fond exasperation he was accustomed to seeing shot in his direction from his good sister.

“You know Viserys will never approve, especially not after all of this.” She said.

He nodded. “I’m aware but he would still be unable to go against the Queen.”

Aemma agreed with a tilt of her head before she went back to rocking her daughter, fondly brushing her hair away from her face. Daemon smiled at the picture they presented. His little dragon would be worth waiting for.

~~~~~~~Flashback End~~~~~~~

“Well,” Rhaenys said, “I suppose if Aemma is not against the match then there is nothing further to add. If Rhaenyra is your choice I see no reason to deny you.”

“I do not expect you to promise me her hand.” Daemon felt the need to clarify. “When the time comes it will be her choice. Rhaenyra is made of fire, a true dragon. She is much too precious to have her future stolen and decided for her by others.” He said in allusion to his own forced marriage. “I do not want her by force but rather I hope to win her heart.”

“Oh make no mistake, you have the girl's heart already.” Rhaenys teased. “It will be up to the Gods to decide if you can win it as a suitor as well as an uncle.”

Daemon nodded in agreement.

“So you want an annulment from Lady Rhea, the right to choose your own bride, potentially Rhaenyra, anything else?” Rhaenys asked with one eyebrow raised in challenge.

Daemon became thoughtful. Those were the only two things he really desired. He did not have huge aspirations for his life, given the way it had gone up until now. As the second son of a second son he always knew he stood to inherit nothing of his own. His role was to support and serve. Choosing Rhaenys over Viserys would not change that but with the possibilities of his freedom from Lady Rhea and a future match with Rhaenyra he felt the sky was opening up for him.

“I would like the right to have a Keep of my own one day. It need not be soon. I will not likely be married for many years but someday I wish to have a place of my own to raise a family and pass on to my children.” He said a bit wistfully as he imagined a life with little silver haired babes running around. He saw Rhaenys’ eyes soften at his request.

“I think we can manage to find you something in the twelve years or so before Rhaenyra comes of age.” She said simply.

Rhaenys sat regally in her chair as she outlined their pact.

“You will receive your annulment within three moons of my ascension to the throne. You will have the right to choose your own bride without any involvement from the Crown or anyone else and you will be given a Keep of your own within ten years of my reign.” Rhaenys summarized succinctly.

“And in return I will support you as the next ruler of Westeros with every influence at my disposal. Caraxes and the army I amassed will fight for you. I also vow to serve you in whatever capacity you see fit for the first ten years of your reign.” Here he could not help adding cheekily, “If you want my suggestion it would be as Commander of the City Watch. King’s Landing may be in better shape thanks to grandmother's programs but it is still filled with criminals and thieves. My men and I would sweep through the city, restoring order so that your reign is heralded as the most peaceful time in history for the citizens of King’s Landing.” 

Rhaenys gave him a grin and with that the agreement was finalized; the contract written and signed. In the past Daemon would have been happy with the verbal word of his kin but he had been burned by them before and although he trusted Rhaenys he did not want to leave anything to chance.

~

Rhaenys had taken full advantage of Daemon's change of loyalties by informing her allies to spread the word that Viserys no longer had the army or the dragon of his brother at his back. She made sure to use Viserys’ own words by relaying his desire to determine the outcome in a peaceful manner. That, coupled with the newfound closeness between the Targaryen cousins, quickly made the rounds of the visiting Lords. Viserys remained unaware of the changing of the tides since he was pleased his desire for non bloodshed was being circulated. The man believed the Lords would prefer his non violent approach. 

On the day of the vote the court gathered and with King Jaehaerys sitting on the Iron Throne, his two grandchildren on either side, the next ruler of the Seven Kingdoms would be revealed. 

Viserys stood tall and proud with his wife at his side, not noticing that his brother was nowhere to be found. Those in the crowd, however, saw right away that Daemon Targaryen was not standing next to his older brother but rather his cousin and the whispers began. 

The doors opened and a large box was carried forward, the contents of which would reveal the Lord's decision. With bated breath those present waited for the Old King to read the scroll which would decide the fate of the Realm.

“It is declared by all the Lords Paramount and Lords Vassal of the Seven Kingdoms that Princess Rhaenys Targaryen shall be the Princess of Dragonstone.” King Jaehaerys said loudly.

The room erupted and while many watched the smiling face of Princess Rhaenys and her Lord husband there were some who watched the shock and confusion on Prince Viserys’ face and fewer still who noticed the relief quickly masked by his wife. 

~

Later the family gathered together to discuss the outcome of the vote and it was then that Viserys noticed his brother standing firmly on their cousin's side.

“What is this?!” Viserys shouted in accusation as he pointed a finger at his brother.

Daemon merely raised an eyebrow in challenge. 

“You chose Otto over me. Should it really be such a surprise that I would choose Rhaenys over you?” He tilted his head. “Did you honestly expect me to stay by your side like some dog as you dismiss me and push me away again and again?” Daemon said mockingly.

“You would betray me, your own brother!” Viserys spat.

“ You told me you did not want my army. You told me you wanted to resolve this without bloodshed or violence. You said that politics was not my skill and that I should leave the planning to those better suited, namely you and the Hightower snake.” Daemon’s voice grew harder after every point he made as he advanced on his older brother.

“And you . .” He said directly in his face, “did nothing to defend me when that same snake called me Maegor Come Again.”

A gasp was heard and Aemma whisper. “Viserys, how could you?”

His wife's words seemed to penetrate the rage Viserys was experiencing for he started and glanced around the room at all the people looking at them. Bringing his gaze back to his brother, his eyes hardened. 

“What would our father say?” Viserys said harshly. 

“Our father would be disgusted by the way you treat your family. I am standing by my cousin, my blood because she knows my value and what I have to offer; not merely as a tool ready to be discarded at the earliest opportunity but as an ally.” 

~

The next morning Prince Viserys and his family left King’s Landing for the Eyrie. It is said that the Prince was bitterly upset by the outcome of the vote and refused to remain in the Red Keep. Although there were whispers of Prince Viserys forbidding his family from speaking with his cousin or his brother, that did not stop Prince Daemon from sneaking a private farewell to his favorite niece in the dragon pit. The family departed with a screeching Syrax whose calls were answered by the shrieking of the Blood Wyrm. It seemed more than one dragon would be missing his future mate.

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Twelve Years Later    

Daemon was fidgeting, he knew he was. As much as he tried to stop he could not help himself. Rhaenyra was arriving today. They had been able to keep in touch over the years through secret ravens and later, meeting for dragon rides occasionally. Of course this had to be kept a secret from Viserys for the man had stubbornly remained firm in his decision to ban all contact between his family and his traitorous brother. But those occassions had been short and always with the time of departure looming before them. This time Rhaenyra was coming to stay at the Red Keep. 

Daemon stood and began pacing the floor. If Rhaenys were here she would certainly tease him for it. The cousins had grown close since the time of the Council of 101. King Jaehaerys had lived only two years further after the vote and thankfully had seen the wisdom in keeping his heir by his side. Rhaenys had remained often in King’s Landing preparing for her future reign. She alternated her time between the Red Keep and Driftmark but ultimately chose to remain with the dying King in the later months of his life. Thankfully this helped her ascension go smoothly as she was already in position to inherit. Meleys lit the pyre for the late King and with that the reign of Rhaenys II began. 

Daemon had remained in King’s Landing as often as he could in support of his cousin. His presence was especially felt whenever Rhaenys had to be in Driftmark for the Old King had been persuaded to allow Daemon to stand in for Rhaenys on the small council. There were some who fought against this, Otto Hightower for one, but the decision was made. Daemon enjoyed provoking the Hand of the King because he had little fear of repercussions. His position may be taken away while the King lived but as soon as Rhaenys became Queen he would be secure in his place, something the cunt knew.

Daemon was aware that Otto tried to have the Old King reverse the Lord's decision and name Viserys Prince of Dragonstone instead but, to his credit, King Jaehaerys never relented. He said the Lords had spoken and the decision had been made. Daemon did not really have many duties and so it was easy to spy on the cunt of a Hand. He knew it would be wise to have as much ammunition against Otto for the moment the Old King died he would be ousted from his position and the man was sure to put up a fight. 

And oh what a day it had been when Rhaenys finally spoke before her small council. She had made few changes but one of them had notably been to remove Otto Hightower from his position as Hand of the King. The snake had tried to protest but Rhaenys had been firm. It was glorious for Daemon to watch as the cunt had to be forcibly escorted from the room. It did not make up for the years of snide remarks but it was certainly close.  

Daemon had not been upset when Rhaenys offered the position of Hand to Lord Strong. It was a good political move and a smart choice. He had been content with her decision to give him command of the City Watch as he suggested all those years ago. He flourished in his position. King’s Landing quickly became the safest place in Westeros, something that many would have considered impossible. Daemon and his Gold Cloaks, as he called them, made quick work of the lawbreakers and meted out justice with a frequency that made the criminals and thieves think twice before plying their craft. 

His time as Commander of the City Watch had only been broken up by a short stint in the Stepstones. Part way through Rhaenys’ reign the shipping lanes between the free cities and Westeros had come under attack. The triarchy had tried their hand at war and been the unfortunate recipient of swift Targaryen justice. Rhaenys was not one to shy away from war and was a firm believer in using her strength to her advantage. With the support and advice of her consort, Lord Corlys, the decision was made to respond to the attack on their shores. Daemon did not mind the time away, battle was an area in which he had always been comfortable and Caraxes was no stranger to war. Using the combined efforts of Caraxes, a young Seasmoke, the Velaryon fleet and the support and army of the crown they were able to smash the triarchy quickly. Rhaenys had been upset she was unable to join them on Meleys but although the new Queen had no fear of fighting for her country the Lords determined she was better off remaining in King’s Landing. 

Queen Rhaenys was commended for keeping the borders of Westeros safe and Daemon knew that any Lords who doubted a woman’s ability to be a fierce ruler were quickly put paid to by her lack of hesitation to go to war. Daemon could only imagine how his brother might have responded to such an attack had he been King. How long would the triarchy have been allowed to roam free, attacking their ships and lands, before the passive King finally decided to act. No, Daemon knew the realm was much better off with Rhaenys as their Queen.

His stint in the Stepstones had been rather profitable, for the realm as well as for himself. The trairchy had their fair share of treasure which made Lord Beesbury very pleased to see the royal treasury grow. The other benefit had been the acquisition of a Keep which oversaw the Stepstones. Blood Heart, as it had been dubbed, was now the family seat of Daemon Targaryen. The pride he felt at finally having something of his own, something he could pass on to his children and see given to his family, was a surreal feeling. Even now his mind drifted to filling that very Keep with many little silver haired children. He could only hope such a future was gaining in possibility with the soon arrival of his niece. 

Daemon’s thoughts were interrupted by the familiar roar of his niece’s dragon. Syrax had grown quite large for a young dragon. Daemon attributed it to the freedom she experienced in the Eyrie. There was no dragon pit and so Syrax had remained unchained. The difference was startling when you took into account that she was naught but a hatchling sixteen years ago. He looked out the window to see gold steadily growing closer. Syrax flew over King’s Landing and Daemon smiled as he caught the first glimpse of his niece. Rhaenyra had grown more beautiful as the years passed and now, on the cusp of her coming of age, she was developing into a stunning woman. 

Daemon had worked hard during their time apart to reform his whoring ways. He knew Aemma would consider his behavior a pivotal point when it came to allowing his suit for her daughter. As soon as his annulment was finalized he ensured he remained unassociated with any woman or whore. He would not throw away his chance at Rhaenyra’s hand.

He smirked at the thought of his older brother's face if he knew Daemon was about to offer Rhaenyra his hand. Rhaenys had been correct when she said that Viserys would never support the match and had he been aware of the plan he surely would have forbidden it. As it was, Viserys had died only a few years into Rhaenys’ reign. They had kept the details of his death a secret from the public, the truth of his passing known only to a select few. Losing the vote and feeling betrayed by his brother had turned Viserys into a bitter man. Under some misguided attempt at rebellion Viserys had snuck onto Dragonstone and attempted to bond with his late grandfather’s dragon, Vermithor. The Bronze Fury did not take kindly to the invasion of his nest and burned the man alive. While it did make Daemon sad to think of his brother’s death he also felt relieved. According to Aemma Viserys had been hurtling down a dark path, one that he did not seem likely to emerge from. It was perhaps a mercy that he had died before any of his plans had come to fruition. 

Despite the fact that Viserys was no longer around to forbid his family from contacting his brother Aemma still felt it was proper for Daemon to limit his time spent with Rhaenyra. She argued that should he wish to present himself as a suitor for her hand when she came of age Rhaenyra should be allowed to grow without his influence over her upbringing. Aemma wanted her daughter to have a real choice in her future spouse. If Daemon monopolized all her time then she would not even wish to look at another possible match. 

As much as Daemon hated having to curtail his visits he could understand Aemma’s worries and tried his best to respect her wishes. It was difficult to do so when Rhaenyra seemed just as eager as he was to spend time together. There was never any doubt that she loved him as an uncle. He could only hope that she would be open to loving him as a husband.  

Bringing himself back to the present he watched as Syrax made her descent to the dragon pit. Daemon shook himself and then started his walk to the front of the Red Keep where he and Rhaenys would welcome Rhaenyra together. 

Walking through the Red Keep he was met with bows and acknowledgement from servants and Lords alike. Several Lords stopped to speak with him briefly and although he was eager to wait for Rhaenyra’s arrival he tempered his impatience and was able to respond with equanimity. His fidgeting must have been noticeable for a few of the Lords gave a quick farewell with indulgent smiles; it was no secret he had long been desiring his niece's presence. Thankfully he had built good relationships with all the members of Rhaenys’ council so no one was offended by his slight inattention. After Otto’s dismissal he had found it easy to get along with the other members at court. With Rhaenys’ support and approval he had settled into his role nicely and felt no need to antagonize his fellow council members. He did indulge in some harmless teasing but a man could not completely forgo simple pleasures. Despite his sardonic nature he had gained the respect of the Lords and it never failed to fill him with pride. 

Thinking of Otto brought another smile to Daemon’s face when he remembered exactly what became of the cunt. After Viserys’ death it was discovered, by finding some old ravens in his chambers, that Otto had been the one who plied him with the suggestion of claiming Vermithor. The man was found guilty of treason and executed for his crimes against the crown. There was no sweeter feeling than watching a snake meet a just end. 

Finally he arrived at the front of the Keep where Rhaenys was already waiting. She turned at his approach and gave him a cheeky grin.

“I would have thought you would have beat me here.” She teased.

“That was the plan but unfortunately I was waylaid by several Lords who simply could not wait to speak with me.”

He puffed up his chest in a mock show of his own importance and superiority.

“Ahh.” Rhaenys acknowledged with a solemn face. “I’m sure your wise counsel was most appreciated. What matters were so dire they required your immediate attention?” She asked

“It was . . . “ Daemon paused and tried to think. “Well it must have been about . . .” Daemon frowned.

Rhaenys’ serious face fell as she could no longer hold back her laughter. 

Daemon grumbled about hardly being held accountable for his lack of attention when his niece was finally arriving in the capitol.

Finally Rhaenys’ mirth melted away to leave a soft look.

“You have been waiting for his day for some time. I will see to it that whatever they felt the need to inform you of will be . . discussed in greater detail at another time.” Rhaenys said graciously. 

Daemon nodded his thanks even as his cheeks still felt a bit warm. However, he had no time to dwell on his apparent lapse for a carriage could now be seen heading towards the Red Keep and with it would bring his long awaited niece. 

~

Rhaenyra POV

Rhaenyra sat in the carriage which would take her to the Red Keep. She did her best not to fiddle with her rings in nervous anticipation. She knew very well, despite how her mother had tried to keep her sheltered, that as she was now of age there would be plenty of suitors for her hand and coming to the capitol likely meant her future spouse would be decided soon. However, even with all the offers there was only one man she could ever see herself wed. Her uncle, Daemon Targaryen. 

Rhaenyra had spent the better part of her life missing her uncle. She could barely remember the days when they had all lived in the Red Keep. The days when she could see her uncle, uninterrupted and without fear of reprimand. The Council of 101 had changed that. Growing up she had never blamed her uncle for supporting their cousin Rhaenys over her father. By the time Rhaenyra was a little older she could recognize the anger and bitterness that seemed to fester in her father; she couldn’t help but think he would have made a poor King. She watched her mother suffer through endless pregnancies and miscarriages. She could only imagine what her mothers fate might have been had her father lived to continue his obsession of siring a male child. No, Rhaenyra had grown up resenting her father for his treatment of her mother and for his determination that they should have nothing to do with his brother. Her only solace had been after her seventh name day when she mounted Syrax for the first time. Gaining the ability to fly her dragon had also given her access to her uncle in secret. Once he was informed of her newfound freedom he ensured that they could meet every few moons for an afternoon of flying. 

It had honestly been a relief when news came of her fathers death. She was ashamed of the way he had died and could only be grateful that Queen Rhaenys had deigned to keep the information concealed. Although she knew her father had bonded with Balerion she could hardly countenance such a reality. Her father did not possess the Targaryen fire she associated with a dragon rider. To think that he had bonded with the Black Dread and then attempted to somehow do the same with the Bronze Fury still puzzled her to this day. 

Things had been calm and pleasant after her fathers passing. Her mother had been with child and unfortunately lost the babe after receiving the news of the truth of her husband's death. The maesters felt that another attempt at having a child would kill her and so Rhaenyra could only be grateful that her father was no longer around to ensure his wife's death. She and her mother were happy in the Eyrie and now that she did not have to sneak away to see her uncle she had no cause to repine. Her mother still limited their time together but she knew that was only because her uncle wanted to marry her someday. Oh yes, Rhaenyra knew of his plan. She had been awake that day in the nursery when he spoke to her mother. His loud voice had woken her but she had been comfortable and so feigned sleep. Hearing that her uncle wanted to marry her when she came of age had made her happy. She loved her uncle, there was nothing she could imagine that would be better than to spend the rest of her life with him. Of course as a child she had been naive to the true ways of married life but as she grew and learned more she found the prospect of having such a relationship with her beloved uncle an exciting prospect. 

Daemon Targaryen was handsome and proud; he was a warrior with skill that surpassed most in the realm. He was the rider of the Blood Wyrm and a true Targaryen Prince. In Rhaenyra’s eyes he was the epitome of what she wanted in a husband and no one else would ever compare. She thought in recent years there had been a change in the tone of their relationship, shifting between familial love to something more, and she could only hope he was still of the mind to ask for her hand. She was also not the only one who longed for the match. She knew Syrax would be thrilled to never be parted from Caraxes ever again. Her Golden Lady mourned the separation just as much as she did. It did make her giggle to think of Syrax pinning for the cantankerous red dragon. 

The two dragons were, even now, flying above King’s Landing. Looking out the window of the carriage Rhaenyra watched them twirl around each other. Rhaenys had given permission for Syrax to remain unchained while she was in the capitol and because the Queen had a particular soft spot for her troublesome cousin, she allowed Caraxes to fly free as well. Rhaenys did not have the same views on chaining dragons as her grandfather and so Dreamfyre was currently the only dragon who seemed determined to remain in the pit. As the Queen’s dragon, Meleys had always been allowed the privilege of remaining unchained, despite the protests from some Lords. The other dragons had settled on Dragonstone and to this day there had never been a dragon attack on the public and so the people and the Lords had calmed considerably. 

Rhaenyra allowed herself one more moment to follow the movements of her dragon before she felt the carriage come to a stop. She had arrived at last.

~

When the carriage door opened Daemon felt himself hold his breath as he watched his beautiful niece step down. She had grown into a stunning young woman. Her long hair was braided back from her flight and her violet eyes shone brightly as she took in the sight of her uncle and cousin waiting to greet her. She was dressed in her riding leathers and Daemon thought she looked every bit the Targaryen he knew her to be. She smiled and took a step forward and he blinked as time seemed to move slowly as she walked towards them. Absently he noticed his own feet carrying him to meet her. 

When they stood face to face he couldn’t help but remember how small she was in comparison. No matter that she was a young woman and no longer a child she was still rather petite. His own tall stature seemed to tower over her but he enjoyed the feeling it gave him. The feeling of being able to surround her easily and protect her from anything that might harm her. Rhaenyra smiled softly at him as though she too was feeling the same thing. He could not help himself from raising a hand to cup her face. Rhaenyra closed her eyes briefly and leaned into his touch. His heart stuttered. When she opened her eyes they were sparkling with happiness and it took every bit of his self control to stop himself from kissing her right then and there. A throat clearing brought them both out of the moment they were in and together they turned to see the amused face of Rhaenys staring back at them. She locked eyes with Daemon and her expression seemed to say Why were you nervous again? Daemon could only smile back.

“Your Grace.” Rhaenyra said in greeting before she dropped into a proper curtsy.

“Hello cousin, I am pleased you arrived safely. How was the flight?” Rhaenys asked kindly.

“The skies were clear and the wind minimal. It was a very pleasant flight.” Rhaenyra answered before she peered at him out of the corner of her eye. “Syrax was no less excited than I was to reach King’s Landing.”

“Oh? Syrax was hardly more than a hatchling when you left the capitol; I cannot imagine she remembers much of this place. What exactly made her so eager to return?” Rhaenys asked curiously.

Rhaenyra’s grin turned a bit wicked and Daemon felt himself harden in his breaches.

“Oh just the presence of a certain favorite of hers. She is rather fond of Caraxes and I told her she would be seeing him upon our arrival.” Rhaenyra beamed at him.

The knowledge that her dragon had an obvious preference for his boy should not have made him feel as exultant as it did but nevertheless he could feel his chest puff up in pride for his beloved Blood Wyrm.

“And why should she not!” He exclaimed. “Caraxes is the best of all the dragons. Syrax has good taste.” He winked at Rhaenyra.

His niece and his cousin laughed at his words. The three then launched into a delightful debate about the merits of their dragons, each refusing to concede that any other than their own was the best dragon. 

~

Late that evening a feast was held to celebrate Rhaenyra’s arrival to the capitol. There was music, food, wine and dancing. Daemon usually did not care overmuch for the frivolities but he was happy to spend an evening with his niece. He was sure to solicit her hand for at least one dance and delighted in the pinking of her cheeks when he took her hand to lead her to the floor.

Never removing his eyes from Rhaenyra’s, the two started the intricate dance. They spun around the room until everything blurred except each other. Heat sparked between them whenever their hands would touch and the scent of Rhaenyra’s perfume made Daemon feel drunk even though he had had no more than a single cup of Arbor Gold. Rhaenyra’s skin flushed red, though whether that was due to their dancing or his presence he could not say. Privately he hoped it was the latter although a mix of the two was most likely the case. They spoke not a word but words were not necessary to communicate. Daemon felt completely at ease and he flattered himself that Rhaenyra felt the same. 

When finally the dance concluded he escorted her to her seat and whispered in Valyrian to meet him in the dragon pit at dawn. Her grin and answering nod helped soothe his temper as he then watched as she took to the floor with every eligible bachelor present in King’s Landing. They may hold her attention now but come morning she would be his and his alone. He contented himself that no matter where either of them were that night their eyes kept returning to one another.

~

Morning arrived with mild temperatures and even though it was early a seasoned dragon rider recognized the favorable conditions, the perfect day for a flight. Daemon rushed to the pit and was greeted with Rhaenyra already there petting Syrax. Although neither Caraxes or Syrax were required to be chained, the dragon pit still made for a convenient meeting point when mounting their dragons.

Again no words were necessary as they each mounted their dragons and took to the skies. Soaring in the air the sky was lit up in a bright medley of colors that heralded the start of another day. Rhaenyra looked beautiful with the red, pink and orange reflecting off her face, a goddess in living form. The two took a leisurely flight, neither in a rush to leave the peaceful atmosphere. After a while Daemon spotted a suitable area to rest and gave the signal to descend. 

After landing Daemon slowly approached Syrax and was rewarded with a huff before she shifted so Rhaenyra could dismount. He offered her his hand and she took it with a smile. He should not have felt nervous but there was a swirling in his stomach. Leading her over to a grassy area they both sat to admire the view. 

“ Syrax has grown since the last I saw you .” Daemon remarked.

Rhaenyra smiled. “ She is not the only one .” She replied.

Daemon felt his brows raise. Was his niece insinuating . . did she perhaps want him as much as he did her?

“ Indeed. ” Was all he said but he knew his gaze must have been heated for Rhaenyra blushed before averting her eyes. Following her gaze he watched as, instead of flying off as he expected, Caraxes had curled around Syrax and they were lying in the grass together. Syrax turned her head and nuzzled into Caraxes’ long neck. His boy gave a rumbling of pleasure before wrapping himself even tighter around the smaller she-dragon.

“ I told you Syrax was eager to see Caraxes. It seems he is equally pleased to see her. ” Rhaenyra remarked as she watched their dragons. 

Daemon was more familiar with dragon mating practices and recognized the position for what it was. Syrax had accepted Caraxes as a mate and was showcasing her acceptance by surrendering herself to his protection.

“ By the looks of it he is much more than simply pleased to see her. ” He teased gently.

Rhaenyra laughed quietly. 

“ Yes it seems Syrax is finally grown enough for them to be what they were always meant to be. ” She said while watching him with a side eye. “ Mates. ”

Daemon hoped to the Gods he was following her cues as she intended and took a leap of faith. He slid close enough that Rhaenyra’s whole upper body was pressed against his own, tucked under his arm and shielded by his own body in an approximation of their dragon's own embrace. He then reached with his free hand to lift her chin so their eyes met.

“ And are you grown enough to have a mate? ” He asked.

The tension between them was palpable, like a living flame flitting between their bodies. Instead of answering, Rhaenyra lifted her chin slightly higher, reaching for a kiss. Daemon needed no further encouragement before lowering his own face to meet hers. Her lips were soft and warm, everything he had always dreamed of. He gripped her face and angled her head to prolong the kiss. Rhaenyra’s hands fisted in his clothing and the desperation in her actions fueled his desire. The kiss went on for a while longer before he amassed the strength necessary to end it. Despite the heat rapidly spreading through his body he did his best to keep the kiss somewhat chaste, although he knew by the flush of Rhaenyra’s face when they separated that he had only partly succeeded.

“ My little dragon. I would offer you my hand and take you to wife if you would accept me. I would bind myself to you in the tradition of our ancestors. I ask you to choose me as I have chosen you.” Daemon said seriously. 

Rhaenyra caressed the side of his face. “ We were always meant to be, uncle. You are the only man I would ever consider. I am yours.” She whispered.

Her words almost had him panting against her. The temptation to lay her down and truly claim her as his own was almost overwhelming but he swallowed hard and focused on controlling himself.

“ Just as I am yours, Rhaenyra. ” 

He bent his head to rest against hers and used the moment to breathe deeply in order to slow his racing heart. Her little hands were rubbing gently at his back where they were still wrapped around him.

He groaned. “ You must cease your movements Rhaenyra or I cannot guarantee you will return a maiden. ” He beseeched her. 

He felt more than heard her answering chuckle.

“ And what if I do not mind such a plan .” She teased.

He groaned once more and this time her laugh was audible. He pinched her side in reprimand.

“ Do not tempt me, little dragon. As much as I would relish the opportunity to have you beneath me I will not have any whispers against your reputation. I would not treat you so carelessly. My own reputation was not always what it is now and people have long memories. There are things in my past which others, including your mother, might consider reason enough not to entrust you to me. ” He did his best to explain.  

Rhaenyra sobered enough to respond. 

“ I am well aware of what your reputation used to be. Even as a child I heard the whispers though little did I understand them at the time. I am also aware that since your annulment you have refrained, at least to the public, from indulging in those activities which you were once so famous for. ”

“ Refrained completely. I knew your mother especially would be watching my every move and I did not want to risk her wrath. ” He teased gently.

“ Yes, I know she still receives reports about you. Though she would never say it, I believe she is suitably impressed with your apparent reform to allow for us to wed. ”

Daemon arched a brow. “ Have you been spying on your mother, little dragon .”

Rhaenyra grinned in response. “ I am rather quiet and I’ll have you know that I have been listening in on conversations for quite some time. ” She raised her head in mock haughty offense.

Daemon could do nothing other than laugh. “ And what other secrets have you uncovered during your devious eavesdropping? ”

It was Rhaenyra’s turn to raise a brow. “ Nothing too important, except for overhearing how you wanted my hand in marriage when I was naught but four name days old. ”

Rhaenyra relished in watching Daemon’s mouth drop open. He remained frozen in shock for several moments before he frowned in concentration.

“ You woke up that day in the nursery when I spoke with Aemma .” He concluded.

“ I did .” She nodded.

Now Daemon regarded her somewhat warily.

“ You are not upset that I have essentially already requested your hand or that this was discussed when you were so young? ” He asked.

Rhaenyra shook her head. “ Not at all. At the time I was pleased at the thought of marrying you and I remember you reassuring my mother you had no intentions towards me until I came of age. ” She looked at him seriously. “ Even if you planned for this I know in my heart that should I have rejected your offer you would never have forced me to accept you. ”

The absolute trust in her eyes had a warmth rising in Daemon’s chest.

“ You are correct. I would never wish for you to be forced into a union you did not desire, whether that was with me or anyone else. I know all too well the feeling of betrayal when your own family decides to push a match you yourself do not want. ”

Rhaenyra was nodding. “ Exactly. There is no one else I trust more. ” She said easily. So easily that the rising warmth turned into a blazing fire. 

He pulled her into his arms and held on tightly. There was nothing so sweet as being loved by her. His fierce little dragon was already giving him so much. He would enjoy being able to return the favor. Keeping her pressed against his chest he spoke once more.

“ Then I suppose I had best speak with Aemma. I will not allow a rushed conversation twelve years ago be the means by which I requested your hand. You and your mother deserve more respect. ”

Pulling back he looked at her. “ It seems as though a trip to the Eyrie is in order. ”

Rhaenyra smiled widely. “ Would you care for some company on your journey? ” She asked with a cheeky tilt of her head.

“ There is no one I’d rather have by my side .” He said earnestly.

Now that Rhaenyra had accepted him he would be perfectly happy if they never again spent any time apart.

~

It turned out to be unnecessary to fly to the Eyrie, Rhaenys had anticipated the need to speak with Aemma and so as soon as they finished welcoming Rhaenyra to the Red Keep she had sent a raven to her cousin inviting her to join them. By the time Daemon and Rhaenyra had returned and sought permission to fly to the Eyrie a raven had already returned detailing Aemma’s travel plans. Daemon was not impressed with the delay in his plans but could not repine too much since he hoped Aemma’s willingness to come to King’s Landing was indicative of her positive reception to their betrothal. 

It turned out that Daemon was correct in his supposition. When Aemma and her party finally arrived in King’s Landing they were all prepared to greet her. After hugging her daughter she regarded him seriously for several moments before she finally ended his suffering.

“I have been keeping up with you all these years Daemon. The reports I have received were favorable towards your change in behavior. Look me in the eye now and promise me that you will always treat Rhaenyra with the respect she deserves, never will you betray her.” Aemma said strongly.

Daemon never even flinched. “I swear it upon the fourteen flames that I will never betray Rhaenyra. I will always treat her with the utmost respect and care.” He swore seriously. 

Aemma stared at him a moment more before nodding decisively and then pulling him into a hug.

“I’ve missed you, you know.” She whispered.

Despite the sweeping relief he felt at her approval the whispered words served to clog his throat with emotion. When he and Viserys had fallen out he had not only lost his brother and his niece but also his good sister. Even after Viserys died Aemma had kept her distance on Rhaenyra’s behalf. Now it was as if his whole family was returned to him and he could not be happier. 

Instead of responding he simply hugged her back more firmly. His good sister knew him well and upon their separation she gave him a nod of recognition. He had missed her too.

~

The betrothal between Prince Daemon and Lady Rhaenyra was announced almost immediately. Although there were some Lords who were disgruntled at the missed opportunity to have dragon riding children born into the family, on the whole the match was widely accepted. Daemon had never made any secret about his preference for a Valyrian match and although there was the option of Laena Velaryon she had been of age for five years and the last Targaryen Prince had never made any advances towards her. 

The wedding between the two Targaryens was set to take place a moon after the betrothal announcement. Because neither Rhaenyra nor Daemon were in line to inherit there was less reason to have a huge affair and because they both had a preference for a Valyrian ceremony the number of people permitted to attend was limited. Only those of Valyrian descent were allowed and so it was the royal family and Aemma who sat as witness to their union.

On that day Rhaenyra and Daemon looked every bit like their ancestors when they met at the altar on Dragonstone dressed in the ancient Valyrian robes. The ceremony was a simple one, each swearing to the other and vowing before the fourteen to be bound together for all eternity. After cutting their lips and painting the ancient glyphs on their foreheads the couple listened to the priest recite the ceremonial words.

“ Blood of two, joined as one, 

Ghostly flame and Song of shadows.

Two hearts as embers,

Forged in the fourteen fires.

A future promised in glass,

The stars stand witness.

The vow spoken through time,

Of darkness and light.”

As soon as the final word was spoken Daemon and Rhaenyra both reached for each other; their kiss fierce, mixing the remnant blood on their lips. They were lost in each other as they solidified their union. Both had never felt so whole, so complete. Fated mates finally allowed to be together. 

Daemon caressed the side of his bride's face as he gently released her lips. Staring down at her he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her eyes were shining, her lips swollen and stained red from their shared blood and she was his. All those years spent alone and he was now wed to his beautiful Rhaenyra. She seemed to follow the path his thoughts had taken.

“ Was the wait worth it? ” She whispered.

“ My little dragon, ” He let his hands fall to gather her in his arms. “ You are more than worth it .” 

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Epilogue

Rhaenyra and Daemon spent their wedding night on Dragonstone but as soon as morning dawned they were eager to travel to Daemon’s Keep in the Stepstones, Blood Heart. Although their family was sad to see them go it was with the understanding that a newly married couple needed time by themselves. 

Syrax and Caraxes enjoyed the playful flight as the happy emotions of their riders were shared between the mated pair. Once they all arrived at Blood Heart it should not be surprising that neither pair was seen for the next fortnight. When three moons later Rhaenyra was confirmed to be with child no one was amazed by the announcement. The newlywed couple had hardly spent any time apart during their short marriage, a child was the logical outcome. 

Not long after Rhaenyra was confirmed to be with child she and Daemon went to see their dragons. After arriving at the cave which Syrax and Caraxes had claimed they were concerned when Syrax refused to emerge. They decided to seek her out to determine the reason behind the confusing behaviour. Caraxes was not eager to allow them entry but after some cajoling finally relented, although he grumbled the whole way. When Rhaenyra approached the curled up she dragon she could not contain her delight in spotting the clutch of eggs she was guarding. 

“Daemon!” She exclaimed. “Syrax has had three eggs.” She grinned widely.

Daemon rubbed Caraxes’ head and teased the older dragon.

“You rascal!” 

Caraxes nudged firmly into Daemon’s chest in response.

“It seems we are both to become fathers, my boy.” Daemon whispered to his mount.

Syrax was rather protective of her eggs and although she had had no trouble with Daemon approaching her in the past she refused to allow anyone other than Rhaenyra to get close to her. Rhaenyra stayed for quite a while cooing to her Golden Lady while Daemon and Caraxes watched them both. Daemon could not help but feel as though this was just the beginning.

~

Daemon sat watching his many children play in the clearing at Blood Heart. The older ones were sparring while the younger ones seemed to be playing a game of chase. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the fine day. 

It had been thirty years since Daemon decided to support Rhaenys over Viserys in the Council of 101. As he looked at his beautiful wife and their ten children he could not help but think he had made the right choice. He had everything he could have ever dreamed of and he knew in his heart that had his brother became King he would not have even a fraction of the life he currently lived. He knew it that day in the halls of the Red Keep all those years ago, as sure as if the Gods themselves had whispered in his ear. If Viserys won the vote then Daemon’s life would have been an endless torment of disregard and insults. No, he was much more pleased with the way things had turned out. 

Rhaenys was a good Queen and she had been exactly what the Seven Kingdoms needed. She treated everyone fairly but without becoming the people pleaser his grandfather had been at the end of his life or what Viserys likely would have been as a ruler. She was ruthless when needed and compassionate when required. And thankfully since he had such a close relationship with his cousin his family was allowed several privileges they might not have had otherwise. When Syrax mated with Caraxes and began having clutches of eggs there was never any question that those same eggs would go to his and Rhaenyra’s children. His grandfather surely would have balked and he did not even want to think of what Viserys would have had to say. But he had earned Rhaenys’ trust and she, in turn, had earned his loyalty. The House of the Dragon would stand united. 

He and Rhaenyra had been blessed with ten children, all of whom received an egg from Syrax and Caraxes. The dragons seemed to reproduce at the same rate as their riders. Everytime Rhaenyra was due to have more children Syrax would produce another clutch. He thanked the Gods that each cradle egg had hatched. He knew well the pain of waiting to claim a dragon until later in life. His own heart was destined to bond with a dragon and until he found Caraxes he had always felt incomplete. Now none of his children would know the same fate. 

Rhaenyra approached and immediately snuggled into his side where he sat on the bench. 

“You are quite serious, my love. What heavy thoughts have marred such a beautiful day?” She asked gently.

He hugged her to his side and pressed a kiss to her temple. 

“Nothing so terrible, my love. I was only thinking on what a beautiful life we have and how grateful I am that things worked out so well.” He said easily.

Rhaenyra hummed. “Do you ever wonder what our lives would have been like had my father been King.” She asked.

It never ceased to amaze him that his wife always seemed to know which direction his thoughts had taken. He hummed in response.

“I for one am grateful father never became King. He would not have been a good King and I don’t think I would have liked the life of a Princess, always forced to behave a certain way, never free. Not to mention I would have had a much harder time acquiring the husband of my choice.” She nudged his side.

He huffed a laugh. “That is putting it mildly. You would have had suitors lined out the door for you and Viserys never would have considered me one of them.” 

The years had allowed him to let go of any bitterness towards his brother. Now when he spoke those words it was said as a statement of fact with no negative feeling behind it. 

Rhaenyra turned to face him. 

“That may be but I cannot imagine we would not end up together somehow. We were made for one another. Perhaps our road might have been more difficult but I believe we would have found a way to be together eventually.”

Daemon would like to believe her. It certainly would have been more difficult with almost insurmountable challenges had Viserys been King but he enjoyed the idea that in any life they would find their way to one another. 

Trying to push past the melancholy thoughts he turned their attention back to the present.

“I am pleased we did not have to go through any such challenges to be together in this life.” He said.

Rhaenyra arched a brow. “No challenges? I shall have to tell my mother you said as much.”

Daemon cringed. Aemma may be part Arryn but she was all dragon when it came to protecting her daughter. 

Rhaenyra laughed. “You are also forgetting you had to wait over ten years for me to come of age. Such a wait would certainly count as a trial.” She pointed out.

Daemon looked into the eyes of his wife, his little dragon, his Rhaenyra.

“No, my love. Waiting for you could never be considered a trial. I would have waited a thousand years for you and still not repined the time if it led me to you.”

He was rewarded with a blush blooming on his wife's cheeks. He grinned.

“Such romantic words.” She said softly as they fell together in an embrace. 

Breaking away he stood abruptly and pulled Rhaenyra to her feet. He began leading them back to the Keep as Rhaenyra’s laugh followed them.

“What about the children?” She asked, though she never slowed her steps.

“They can amuse themselves. I have a wife to ravish.” He said with his signature cocky smirk.

Rhaenyra simply laughed harder and together they raced back home hand in hand. 

Yes, life was very good and Daemon would never regret any of the decisions he made that led them here.