DAEMON II
105 AC
Daemon Targaryen opens his eyes with the sunlight that come from the window.
The first thing the Rogue Prince notices is the soft body on his left side, holding his arm, and then the dark brown hair near his face.
He looks down to see Alicent, his new wife, sleeping nicely while holding his arm with one arm and covering her naked body with her other arm.
Daemon snorts.
She was a prude even after losing her maidenhood.
Daemon relaxes on the bed and looks to the ceiling, thinking of what happened.
After the first dinner, he was sure of what he should do.
He would have to actually sleep with Alicent, because his brother would not let him slide this time.
He could see it in his eyes.
And even if Viserys is soft, once he puts his mind on something, he is very stubborn about it.
He came to that dinner thinking that it would be a terrible interaction on what he believed to be Otto’s puppet.
Instead, he was somewhat surprised.
Alicent Hightower, although still being the puppet of her father, is not a waste of time in flesh.
She was very skilled in the arts of using the right words with the right person, something he could have guessed, but she was also someone that was interesting to talk to.
Or, as he would say, she was more interesting to play with than he expected.
He expected that Alicent would just be a girl reproducing what was told to her over and over again.
A virgin that doesn’t know anything about the relations between men and women.
One that would be overwhelmed by him once he introduces her to a world she has never experienced before.
He was wrong about her.
Of course, Alicent clearly had no sexual experience.
But, she had enough will to resist his advances.
She even had the audacity to slap him.
That memory made him laugh.
And then, after that dinner, he started taking his chances with her more often, but Alicent was clearly more on the defensive after his first attempt.
He liked that.
A good predator doesn’t like easy prey because most of the fun is the hunt.
On the other hand, Rhea Royce was also a woman with a powerful will.
But she was too much of one.
He still likes feminine women, not women that act like a man and is ugly.
Besides his preference for the Valyrian look that he has, Alicent is beautiful.
He can’t deny that.
But, everything has a limit.
When the day before the marriage arrived, Daemon was already too fed up with her resistance.
If he waited for the marriage, he would lose the game.
He needed to take what he wanted as fast as possible.
When he entered that room and he saw Alicent in the white dress, he felt even more motivated to go through his plan, even if it failed once again.
Luckily for Daemon, Alicent was already on her limit.
And on that day, he finally got his victory over her.
The kisses they shared where…
different than he expected.
Alicent was totally inexperienced, but she was also a quick learner.
Soon, she was kissing back on the right way.
She should feel honored.
Kissing is not something he does with most women.
Only Mysaria, actually.
He still needs to talk to Mysaria about everything.
The last moons dealing with Alicent left him with almost no time or desire for going to brothels or to meet her.
Of course, he still slept with whores from time to time, but not as much as he did in the past.
That was a reason for his determination to dominate Alicent as soon as possible.
And it was worth it in the end.
Alicent was not the best woman he ever slept with.
Not even close, but she was for sure the most eager virgin he ever slept with.
They had different approaches when it came to sex.
Alicent wanted the act to be slow and tender.
An act of lovemaking.
Daemon laughed at that.
That was not with him.
The Rogue Prince doesn’t make love.
In the end, they got to a middle ground while Daemon tried to guide Alicent on the ways of the pleasure of the flesh.
“Thinking about something?” Says a curious female voice that he knows very well at this point.
Daemon looks down and his violet eyes meet the brown eyes of Alicent Hightower, who looks a bit sleepy yet.
Daemon let out a soft grunt.
“Nothing in particular.” The prince says, being vague.
His new wife snorts before getting out of him.
The sheets come down her naked body when she gets on her knees in the bed.
Daemon looks at her with a short and malicious smile.
“I must say, you look better naked than with anything else you can find to wear.
Especially those ugly green dresses of yours.” The Rogue Prince says while holding her hips softly.
Alicent frowns at him.
“Green is the color of my house.
House Hightower is one of the most powerful houses in all of Westeros.
I am proud of using their color.” She says with confidence.
Daemon laughs.
“I don’t think you understand your situation, but I will be kind enough to explain to you.” The prince declares before sitting on the bed and pulling her closer to him, their faces mere inches away and his purple eyes going deep in her soul.
“Until yesterday you were just the maiden daughter of Otto Hightower.
That pure girl don’t exist anymore.
You are not a maiden anymore, and more importantly, you are now married.
To me.
People will not talk about you as the daughter of Otto Hightower.
They will talk to you as the wife of Daemon Targaryen.
The seeds i planted on you last night are the blood of Valyria.
The blood of the dragon.
The most important house in Westeros.
The top of the hierarchy.
House Hightower is nothing in comparison.
So, as a woman married into house Targaryen, you will stop using that ugly green and start going for some black and red.
Do you understand?” The prince asks, getting angrier as he speaks.
Alicent looks at him with some shock and an open mouth.
She stays in silence for a second and then closes her mouth and stands more straight.
“I will do as you say, but don’t expect me to accept your tone like a humble whore.
I am not your toy, Daemon.” She says in a strict tone.
Daemon looks back at her and smirks before pulling her towards him, kissing her with hunger.
Alicent loses her resistance and they share an avid kiss, despite being brief.
When they separate, she is still with her hands around his neck.
Daemon smirks once again.
“We will see about that.” The prince says, seemingly having some fun.
He then takes her back on his left arm and her legs on his right arm and gets out of bed.
Alicent let out a short screen because of the surprise.
The prince walks towards another door in their chamber.
“Daemon!
What are you doing?!”
“Going to take a bath with you.”
“The water is still cold!
We need to call a servant.”
“I don’t care.”
“At least let’s wash separately!
There is no space for two in the bathtub.”
“Stupid of you to assume that we will just take a bath.”
“But…
we can’t do that there!
What about cleaning?!”
“We will just have to take two baths.
Maybe three.”
“We will get late.”
“I will just say that I was taking care of my new wife.”
“But…”
“Shut up already.
Now, let’s get to work…” The prince says, entering the room and closing the door.
“I feel so dirty…
how can you walk around feeling clean after doing that in the bath?” Alicent asks in a whisper while they walk through the hallway of The Red Keep.
Daemon snorts.
“You have a lot of work to do on your innocence, Alicent.
Everyone fucks in the morning.
At least everyone with a decent marriage, I guess.” The prince says in a calm tone.
Alicent blushes.
“Don’t say it that loud!” The new princess says in a nervous tone, trying to hide a scream.
Daemon smirks, looking at her.
After their non literal steamy bath, Alicent obeyed his demands and is now wearing a modest black dress.
“You look good.” The prince says in an honest tone.
Alicent snorts.
“You look the same as always.
How can you always use almost the same clothes?” His wife asks.
Daemon smirks.
“You never said I look bad.” The Rogue Prince says in a provoking tone.
Alicent snorts again and looks away from him.
The two enter the main hall after two members of the Kingsguard open the door.
The same huge table of yesterday is still in front of the Iron Throne, but there are only four chairs in the middle, two on one side and two on the opposite side.
The table was already served.
On the side closer to the throne, Viserys is sitting in the bigger chair and not using his crown.
Rhaenyra is on the chair by his side.
Standing by the side of the king is Lord Commander Harrold Westerling of the Kingsguard and by the side of Rhaenyra is the Kingsguard that was appointed to take care of her.
The man that defeated him on the tourney.
The king smiles at them, raising his cup.
“Good morning to you two!
Yesterday was a good night, I suppose.” The king says before letting out a short laugh, hiding the true meaning of his words from his daughter.
Princess Rhaenyra smiles at them.
Alicent bows in front of the king and his heir while Daemon only opens his common smirk.
“It could have been way worse, brother.” The prince says before pulling a chair for Alicent to sit and then seating on the other.
Viserys smiles.
“Good to know.
If our marriages prosper, Westeros will also prosper.” The king says in an honest tone.
Daemon nods with a blank expression.
Viserys then looks at Alicent.
“Lady Alicent…”
“Princess Alicent, brother.”
Alicent looks back at Daemon with frustration for his rude interruption of the king.
The silence reigns for a short period of time before it is broken by the laughter coming from Viserys.
“I guess you are right about that.
She is now your wife after all.
I plan to also extend the titles of Prince and Princess to your children as well, you know.” The king proclaims in a happy tone.
Daemon opens a short smile on the border of his mouth.
“That is very kind of you, your grace.” The prince says in a dry and restrained tone.
One that Viserys did not take much note of.
“Well, as I was going to ask, Princess Alicent, how is your marriage going until now?
Any…
problems, last night?” The king asked, trying to be as respectful as he can while asking such an intimate question.
Alicent manages to keep herself straight despite the blush on her face.
“It is going well, your grace.
I hope that the mother will be kind enough to give us a child in the near future.” The new princess says in a gentle tone.
Viserys looks satisfied with her answer.
“That makes me glad.
Daemon has been corrupted by brothels and violence since the death of our father.
Maybe some children will give some light to his heart, like my dear Rhaenyra did to me.” The king says in a lower tone while holding the smaller hand of Rhaenyra and giving his daughter a lovely smile.
The princess looks back at her father with an almost childish level of happiness.
Alicent smiles.
But, Daemon is not smiling.
His face turned into a frown at the second phrase of his brother.
He takes a last sip of his wine before getting up from the table.
The other three look concerned at him.
“Any problem?” The king asked in a worrisome tone.
Daemon looks at him with a serious expression.
“I lost my appetite.
I will take my leave now, your grace.” The Rogue Prince says before leaving towards the doors without further explanation.
Alicent gets up.
“Daemon!
Come back!” She claimed to her husband in confusion, walking in the same direction.
Daemon leaves the hall with a loud sound of the doors when they close.
The rogue prince walks fast through the hallway, trying to reunite his thoughts.
The memories come back to his mind.
The feelings he did not want to remember.
Getting some distance from the throne room, Daemon gets to a big window and opens it.
He looks to the horizon of King’s Landing and takes a deep breath, trying to get back to his senses.
He almost ignored the fast pace of the woman walking in his direction.
Almost.
“Daemon!
By the gods!
Why did you walk away like that?!
Do you have any idea of how rude that is?” His wife asks, frustrated.
Daemon doesn’t look at her, only keeps his eyes on the horizon.
“I grew up calling Viserys a soft fool, but he has some strengths that I don’t.
Strengths that I can only envy him for.” The prince whispers in a distant tone.
Alicent looks at him with concern.
“What are you talking about?” The Hightower asks, confused.
Daemon sighs and looks at her.
“Forget about it.
Forget about everything that happened in the last few minutes.
I just started my day the wrong way.
I need to correct that.
We will take a flight with Caraxes.
You and me.” The prince says in a direct and thoughtful tone.
Alicent stands firmly and frowns at her husband.
“I refuse.
As a Hightower, my right place is standing firm on the ground like a tower.
You can take your beast for a ride.
I am going to the gardens.
Maybe the sept.” The princess says before moving to walk past him.
Daemon then holds her arm and smirks at her.
“You don’t get it, my dear.
I am not asking.
You will take a flight with me.
At least once.
The sense of power that comes from looking down on the world is unbelievable.
I would take a good flight over a good wench at any moment.” The Rogue Prince says while moving her arm to her waist.
Alicent frowns once again.
“As I said.
I prefer my feet on the ground.
And who said that I want to feel powerful?” The princess asks in an annoyed tone.
Daemon gets a bigger malicious smile.
“Oh, I see.
You have a fear of heights, don’t you?”
“No.
I don’t.”
“Yes you do.
I can see that in your eyes.
But, I don’t care.
My wish is final.
You will go with me to the sky today, wife.” The prince says in a firm tone, getting her closer to his body before taking her hand and walking in a direction.
Alicent relaxes out of forfeit.
Daemon takes her to the hidden passage on the wall that he used with Rhaenyra some time ago.
Alicent looks shocked when she is moved inside the wall with him.
After they get out, the two of them walk on the dark tunnels of the Dragonpit with Daemon holding a torch he found.
Alicent looks around, concerned.
“Why is everything so dark here?” She asks in a low tone of voice.
Daemon snorts.
“You disappoint me sometimes, wife.
Dragons naturally live in caves.
The Dragonpit was made by Maegor to resemble a bunch of connected caves.
The dragons like the darkness of their caves almost as much as they like the heat.” The prince says in a direct tone.
Alicent nods, a bit ashamed.
The two of them get near a cave where the intense snore of a dragon is coming from.
They walk to that cave and now they can see the inside.
Caraxes are laying down on the ground.
His wings cover most of his body and both his long neck and long tail are around his body.
The air that comes from his nose releases some smoke from the heat of his insides.
Alicent is insecure of getting near the sleeping beast, but Daemon only walks to be mere inches away from the Blood Wyrm.
“Jiōragon bē, Caraxes.
(Get up, Caraxes.)” The prince proclaims in High Valyrian.
The dragon grunts and moves in his sleep.
Daemon frowns and then lets out a loud whistle.
Caraxes grunt once more in what feels like a quick anger.
He then opens his flaming orange eyes and starts to stretch his body.
Alicent takes a step back out of instinct while Caraxes take full use of his body, partially stretching his wings to get his front claws in the ground and stretching his neck towards Daemon with a menacing hiss.
With a short smile, Daemon holds the big head of Caraxes in his hands in an embrace, closing his eyes for a moment.
Caraxes let out some hot steam from his nose that warms both Daemon and his wife.
He laughs a bit and then looks at Caraxes in the eye.
“Nyke jorrāelagon naejot urnēptre ao someone, ñuha raqiros.
(I need to show you someone, my friend.)” The prince says in a soft tone.
Caraxes grunts a bit and then moves his long neck back to look at Alicent, who is trying to keep a strong posture in front of the dragon.
Caraxes gets his head near to her, slowly.
Alicent looks back to his feral eyes with a caged fear.
Daemon looks at her with a neutral expression.
The Blood Wyrm takes some sniffs on Alicent before looking more to her and then letting out another jet of steam towards her.
Daemon smirks.
“Touch him.
Now.” Commanded the prince.
Alicent looks at him, doubtful.
But, the gaze that Daemon sends to her is enough to make her obey.
With lots of hesitation, Alicent manages to finally touch Caraxes on the front of his nose.
Caraxes let out a shorter jet of air before retracting his neck back.
Daemon takes a laugh out of the terrified look of his wife.
She looks at him.
“What was that for?!”
“He was testing you.
You passed.”
“Testing for what?”
“To see if you are trustworthy to him.”
“What would happen if I, for some reason, was not trustworthy?”
“You would be his new meal.”
“Are you mad to have that dangerous idea, Daemon?!
I could have died here!” Proclaims his wife, nervous.
Daemon snorts.
“You did not and that is what matters.
Now, you can ride him with me.
Let’s go.” The prince says before taking her hand and walking to the side of Caraxes.
Alicent holds her tongue while the Blood Wyrm follows them with his eyes.
“Why did he accept me?”
“He could smell my essence in you, so he thinks that you are my mate.”
“Oh…” Alicent says with some embarrassment over the topic.
Daemon ignores that and they get to the double saddle that is already there.
Alicent frowns when she looks at it.
“I never stopped to think about it, but that saddle has had two seats since when?” The princess asks, suspicious.
Daemon grunts.
“A long time.” He says while pushing the net so they can get up there.
Alicent looks at him.
“Why?”
“Do you really think that you are the first woman that I take to the sky?” The prince asks in a provoking tone while getting on the saddle before stretching his hand to her.
Alicent holds his hand while managing to push herself up besides the dress.
When she is able to sit on the saddle, his words finally hit her mind and she creates a grossed expression.
“By the gods…
please, tell me you did not take whores there with you…”
“I sure did.” Say the prince while placing the locks on her and then on him.
Alicent is now furious.
“Daemon!
That is inappropriate beyond any limit!” Say the enraged princess.
Daemon smirks.
“Why?
I can’t have both of my passions at the same time?” The prince asks in a malicious tone before taking the reins.
Alicent gasps.
“Have what?!
You can’t be serious…
you did…
that…
here?!
Do you know how wicked and dangerous that is?!
I am now surprised that I never heard of a naked woman falling from the sky and ending up as a bloody mess on the streets of Flea Bottom!” The princess proclaims in serious disgust.
Daemon looks at her and then laughs.
“Stop laughing!” The princess commands.
Daemon laughs harder while Caraxes starts moving towards the opposite part of his cave so he can get out of here.
“Who could tell that a devoted woman of House Hightower, the closest house to the faith, could have such dark humor!
You made my day there, dear.” The prince says with irony and truth mixed together.
Alicent snorts and sighs.
And then, her face turns to disgust once again.
“I just realized that I am sitting in the same place that a bunch of wenches were sitting as well.
How could you do that to your wife?” The princess asks.
Daemon smirks with enjoyment.
“If that helps, I always ask for the keepers to clean it as well.” Say the prince in a careless tone.
Alicent takes a few seconds to answer.
“It does not.” Say her in a controlled anger tone.
Daemon laughs once again.
Caraxes gets to the main door and Daemon commands the guards to open the door.
Once opened, Caraxes hiss and finally gets out.
The Blood Wyrm hiss to the sun and the sky before stretching his wings to start his flight.
“What should i do, now?” Alicent asks, concerned.
Daemon looks back at her and smirks.
“Hold me like your life depends on it would be a good choice for now.” Proclaim the prince in a mocking tone.
Alicent grunts, but her arms around him.
Caraxes let out a hissing roar and flaps his powerful wings.
His snake-like body finally gets to the sky and starts getting higher in the air.
Daemon smiles while feeling the sensation of flight, feeling the feminine touch around him and hearing the screaming of a woman in fear for nothing.
Glorious.
Daemon laughs and moves the reins.
Caraxes stop getting higher and get stable in the air.
Panting, Alicent finally stops screaming.
She loses some of her grip on Daemon and looks around, seeing only the sky and the red wings of Caraxes.
She gets her head on the back of Daemon.
“That was horrifying…
I thought that I was going to fall.” She proclaims in a relieved tone.
Daemon laughs with irony.
“I could see that.
You had the loudest scream of all the women that I took here.”
“Shut up.” Alicent whispers in frustration.
Daemon snorts and looks around.
“I will show you the city down there from an angle.
Try not to scream or close your eyes this time.” The prince advises.
Alicent grunts, but tries to recompose herself.
“Fine.” She says.
Daemon then moves the reins and Caraxes start flying curved on a circle around King’s Landing, giving a vision to them.
Alicent manages to look down at the city.
Daemon looks at her face and sees her shock.
“So, what do you think?” He asks.
Alicent takes some time to answer, but even when she does, she still looks at the city.
“It is both amusing and scary.
It is incredible to look at the city in such a way that I could never imagine before.
But it is also scary to be that much far from the comfort of the ground and still be able to see it.
It is like being both close and distant from your home.” The princess says in a distant tone.
Daemon snorts.
“That is a way to put it.
So, in conclusion, you liked it?” The prince asks.
Alicent finally looks back at him with a thoughtful expression.
“I think I will need more of those trips of yours so I can decide that.” She proclaims.
Daemon laughs.
“Good answer.” The Rogue Prince says before moving the reins once again.
Caraxes let out his hissing roar and starts getting away from the castle and the dragonpit, going to the sea.
Alicent looks concerned once again.
“Where are we going?” She asks.
Daemon doesn’t look back at her, only looking towards the sea.
“Dragonstone.
I want to take you on a short trip.” The prince proclaims.
Alicent doesn’t say anything more, only holds him more tightly.
In no time, Caraxes lands on the yard of the castle of Dragonstone and soon enough Daemon and Alicent get their feet on the ground once again.
Alicent almost falls, but Daemon holds her.
“Flying can shake the senses of novices.
Remember that.” The prince says.
Alicent nods.
The two of them walk through the path of black stones towards the castle.
They look at the big castle with dozens and dozens of dragons sculpted in it while Caraxes roar and take flight towards the dragonmont.
“The valyrians made that castle with their dragons, right?
The Black stones.
They say that it is more resistant than any other material used to build.” Alicent says.
Daemon nods his head and snorts.
“Yes.
And as many other useful arts, it is all gone.
My family was not composed of smiths, so they did not know how to create Valyrian Steel.
They also did not know how to properly use Valyrian magic or even create that black stone.
Everything is gone for over two centuries.
If we were able to create more of the dragonstones, there would be a Black Keep instead of a Red Keep.” The prince explains in a distant tone.
Alicent nods at him.
Daemon looks at the castle with some nostalgia in mind.
“I was not used to getting here when I was younger.
I did not have a dragon and my father was not the Prince of Dragonstone.
Uncle Aemon was.
Once I turned six-and-ten, I came here, entered the dragonmount and claimed Caraxes.
And, for the first time, I felt truly free.
Since then, Dragonstone has become a refuge for me when I want some time alone.” The prince says while thinking.
Alicent looks at him in silence for a short time.
“Well, Rhaenyra is now the Princess of Dragonstone.
You should not get that much attached to the castle anymore.” The princess proclaims in an honest tone.
Daemon snorts.
“She is still only eight.
I have some years to use it as I please.” The prince says before the two of them walk to the inside of the castle.
The two walk through the hallways of the black castle before a servant walks to them.
A man in formal clothes, with short brown hair, a moustache and a pair of violet eyes.
One of the many in Dragonstone with valyrian blood.
“Prince Daemon, how can we help you in your visit to Dragonstone?” The servant asks.
Daemon looks at him.
“Get some food done for me and my wife.
We will also be taking the main bedroom.” The prince declares in a firm tone.
The servant nods before going away.
Daemon and Alicent walk through the hallways of the Stone Drum, passing by the big number of sculpted creatures, mostly dragons.
Alicent frowns after a while.
“Honestly, I understand that the Freehold was very proud of their dragons and of their dragonstone, but all those sculptures of dragons around here are completely exaggerated.
It would hurt to use something other than black stone and dragons?” The princess asks more to herself then to her husband, who just let out a grunt.
“Dragons and the dragonstone are symbols of the Valyrians.
A symbol of their power.
The power that conquered most of Essos.
The castle as a whole is made to drive fear in the heart of everyone that looks at it.
Just like the faith, make use of white and other light colors to show purity.” The prince explains in a bored tone.
Alicent nods and doesn’t make further comments.
The two of them get to the great hall through its heavy red doors, passing through the maw of the dragon-like structure and getting to the central dinner table, which was obviously empty at the time.
Daemon looks around, as always, admiring some of the paintings around the chamber.
Paintings of several of his ancestors.
Alicent has an intrigued expression.
“So, there are a lot of paintings here…
is that one what i think it is?” She asks, pointing at one of the paintings.
Daemon take a look.
It is a painting of a man seated on the throne of Dragonstone with short hair and a thick beard.
His body resembles the body of Viserys and his expression is a relaxed one with a small smile.
His clothes are mostly black, with some parts in grey and red.
He holds Blackfyre in his right hand, supporting it on the ground.
Standing up by his side and holding his hand is a beautiful woman with long hair and a gentle smile on her face.
Her body is slim and curvy in the right spots and is covered by a charming light blue dress with the seahorse of house Velaryon in white on the lower part of the dress.
But, the couple is not what takes the attention of those who know the history of house Targaryen.
What really takes the attention is the three children in the painting.
Standing by the other side of the man, there is a young girl with a ponytail and a controlled angry expression, holding her hands on the back.
She is wearing a little red dress.
Sitting on the lap of the man is a toddler boy with medium sized hair looking at Blackfyre with shining eyes and a happy smile.
He uses black and red clothes.
The man holds him in place with his free arm.
Finally, on the free arm of the woman is a babe covered in cloth with only the tiny head out, with only a tuft of hair at the top.
The valyrian blood of the family is clearly shown by their golden-silver hair and purple eyes.
Daemon smiles a bit looking at the picture.
“Yes.
It is what you are probably thinking.
That is a picture of Lord Aerion Targaryen, his wife Lady Valaena Velaryon, and their children, Visenya at the corner, Aegon at the lap of his father, and Rhaenys on the arms of her mother.
That is a painting from 25 years before the conquest, when Rhaenys was born.
That painting is here as a childhood memory of the Conqueror as his sister-wifes.
Family paintings are made in celebration of a new birth in the family, a new marriage, a new ruling lord, or a different special occasion.
Several of the older paintings were made by Daenys the Dreamer herself.” The prince explains, immersed in the history of his house.
Alicent looks at him with amusement.
“Daenys the Dreamer was a painter?”
“Daenys the Dreamer was a woman of several talenta.
Painting.
Writing.
Singing.
Dancing.
It is a shame that such an eccentric woman was reduced to a mere mystical figure.
But yes.
She was a painter.
A good one.
From the moment she arrived with her family in Dragonstone to the moment she died here, she was the one that was doing our family paintings.
I think she died during the ruling of her son, the first Aegon Targaryen of Dragonstone.
Her first family painting is right here.” The prince says, walking towards the largest painting in the room, that is also in evidence.
Alicent follows him.
Daemon points at the painting.
“The stoic man with a balding head is Aenar the Exiled.
The reclusive woman by his side is his sister-wife, Rhaella.
By Aenar’s side, smiling, is his son and heir, Gaemon the Glorious.
And holding his hand is his own sister-wife, Daenys the Dreamer herself, in a white and blue dress.” The Rogue Prince explains.
Alicent looks in amusement at the painting.
“What hatchling is that around her neck?” She asks her husband.
Daemon opens a huge grin when he hears the question.
“That hatchling, my dear, is Balerion the Black Dread.” The prince declares with some pride in his voice.
Alicent’s eyes go wide when she looks back at Daemon and then at the painting.
“That little thing is the Black Dread?
Daenys was his first rider?” The princess asks, really curious.
Daemon laughs to her excitement.
“Well, everyone starts somewhere.
Even Maegor the Cruel was once in his life a little babe.
And, no.
Daenys was not his first rider.
His first rider was no other than the first Aegon himself.
The son of Gaemon and Daenys.” The prince explains.
Alicent nods in understanding.
“The story of your house is fascinating, my prince.
I have to say that.” The princess says, honestly.
Daemon snorts.
“Well, of course it is.
At least I don’t have to remember eight thousand years of history to talk about my house.
Starks, Lannisters, Hightowers, all of you must have a hard time keeping a full history of events.” The prince says in a neutral tone.
Alicent nods.
“Much information was lost with time and legends ended up in the place of the truths.
We only study the most important ones.” The princess says.
Daemon snorts and nods.
The two hear a knock on the door.
“Enter.” Say Daemon in an almost frustrated tone.
The red doors are open and a few servants appear bringing food to the table.
The main servant bows to Daemon while the others work.
“My deepest apologies for getting on your way, my prince, but your food is now ready.
I hope that everything is good to your taste.” The servant says before all of them leave once the table is ready.
The two of them take their seats in front of each other and start their dinner.
While Daemon makes his plate, Alicent is whispering a prayer to the seven.
Daemon snorts once she is finished.
“What a religious wife I have.
I am truly blessed by the gods.” Say the prince with an ironic smirk.
Alicent frowns at him while serving her plate.
“I am a woman of principles, Daemon.
I pray to the gods I believe for strength to face my problems and gratitude for what I have.” She says in a confident way.
Daemon grunts after eating a piece of his turkey.
“You say that, but between four walls the only name you praise is mine.” The prince says with a malicious smile.
Alicent’s face turns bright red and her gaze moves to her plate while she eats.
Daemon snaps his tongue and then grabs the closed wine bottle on the table.
With a quick movement of hands, the bottle is open with a pop sound.
He starts pouring it on his cup.
“That is Arbor Gold.
The Arbor is close to the Hightower.
You probably have met the Redwynes, right?”
“A few times.”
“So, if you have met them, you must have taken a dose of that wine.
That bastards always try to shove their wine on every visitor they have.
They are lucky that it is a really good wine.” The prince says with a laugh before pouring to her as well.
Alicent looks at her cup with hesitation.
“I am not sure…
I am not used to drinking much.
I mostly choose water.” The princess proclaims in an honest tone.
Daemon smirks.
“Come on, a cup or two will not kill you.
You need to relax more, my dear.
What about a toast, huh?
To our marriage.” Say the prince with a mischievous smile while raising his cup.
Alicent is unsure, but she soon does the same.
The two cups touch in a toast.
“To us.” The two of them say before they take a sip of their cups.
Alicent looks with surprise at her cup.
“It is more sweet than I remember.” The princess proclaims before taking one more short sip from her cup.
Daemon smirks.
“Well, Arbor Gold is a weak wine, but be careful.
The sweet taste can make you forget how much you have been drinking.” The prince advises.
Alicent looks at him with a prideful posture.
“I think I will be able to see when I should stop, husband.” The princess says with confidence.
Daemon laughs.
“As you say, dear.” The prince says in a mocking tone before the two of them take another sip of many more to come.
Daemon opens his heavy eyes with some difficulty, trying to adapt his vision to the light that is coming from the window.
The Rogue Prince grunts while he holds his head with a hand while he moves in the bed.
The many drinks he took last night are taking their effect now.
Daemon feels Alicent pressing against his side, and it is easy to see that they are both naked.
The memories of the night came back to him and he sighs.
Alicent moves in her sleep before grunting and frowning.
“Daemon…
why does my head hurt that much?” His wife asks, keeping her eyes closed and her voice tone down.
Daemon smirks.
“I don’t know.
Maybe it was the several drinks of Arbor Gold you had yesterday.
But I have to admit, you are more…
active in bed when you are drunk.
I should make you drink more often for my own enjoyment.” The prince says in a playful tone.
Alicent grunts in displease.
“I don’t remember any of that.” She says with a tired tone.
Daemon looks at her with a malicious smile.
“What a pity.
You were full of energy.
Demanding things.
Cursing.
I almost let you take the lead.
Almost.”
“Shut up…”
Daemon laughs and looks at the ceiling.
Alicent finally opens her eyes and looks around, confused.
“What chambers are that?” The princess asks.
Daemon keeps looking at the ceiling.
“The main bedroom of the Stone Drum.
The chamber where Aegon the Conqueror was conceived and also the chamber he shared with Rhaenys.” The prince explained.
Alicent gets her eyes wide.
“Oh.
So, you were conceived here?” She asks her husband.
Daemon denies with his head.
“No.
My father was not the heir to the throne at the time.
Viserys and I were conceived in the Red Keep.
Rhaenys was conceived here.
On that bed.” Say the prince with a smirk.
Alicent frowns with a mixed emotion of amusement and disgust.
“You mean your cousin, the wife of the Sea Snake?
Ok, now that is too strange for me.” The princess says, sitting on the bed.
Daemon does the same and holds her in place by the hips, looking in her eyes.
“There is nothing strange about that.
There are a lot of other acts that happened here that would give you more disgust, I think.”
“What acts?”
“Rhaena Targaryen probably had orgies with other women in that bed.” The prince proclaims with a malicious smile.
The shock and disgust in the face of Alicent makes him laugh.
“That is horrible!
Why would you take your own wife to a bed where such horrendous acts happened?!” She asks, horrified.
Daemon laughs, holding her against him.
“Past is past.
I want to remember the glories that were made here.
Maybe I will end up conceiving the next Aegon the Conqueror in the same chamber he was conceived.
I like that idea.” Say the prince before kissing Alicent’s neck.
She sighs and frowns.
“Sadly, I don’t think we can spend much time here.
Your grace and my father will start asking for us soon.”
“Oh, I disagree.
I will ask Viserys if we can stay here until you get pregnant.
Caraxes will enjoy being away from the chains.
I could fly to King’s Landing with him if I need to.” The prince says while moving his hands through her body.
Alicent relaxes under his touch.
“I don’t think my father will like that idea of yours.”
“I don’t care about what your father wants.
You could take some time away from him.”
“So you can try to get your way in my head and gain some advantage over him?” Alicent asks, serious.
Daemon smirks.
“At the moment, i am satisfied with fucking his daughter.
And with that, I think we should get back to work…” The prince says before pulling her to a kiss.
Alicent pushes him back slightly, frowning.
“I don’t want to do that now, Daemon.” She says with a bitter tone.
Daemon snorts.
“Fine.
Then, I guess I will just have to go find a brothel to get my needs solved.” Say the prince in a relaxed tone, getting up.
Alicent frowns in anger.
“You can’t be serious right now…”
“Of course I am.
I want some action and I will get it.
If my wife is not giving me what I want, I will go search it elsewhere.
I did it through my entire marriage with Rhea Royce.” The prince says while searching for his clothes.
Alicent gets up and walks to him.
“I will not accept that, Daemon.
I will not let you go there and dishonor me by sleeping with some worthless wench!” Say the princess with a furious tone.
Daemon laughs.
“I don’t remember asking.
Look, Alicent, you have duties in this marriage, if you don’t do your duties properly, why should I do mine?” Say the prince, finding his clothes.
Alicent loses her words after that, but quickly recovers.
“I do my duties!”
“Not enough.
You need to do better.” Say the prince, wearing his shirt.
Alicent starts thinking before walking to him again.
With an aggressive movement, Alicent pulls him into a kiss, holding him by the neck.
Daemon holds her hips and then smirks after the kiss ends.
“So, you made your choice?”
“I will play on your terms.
If I give what you want, whenever you want, will you stop going to brothels?”
“Maybe.
You need to show to me what you are willing to do for those results.”
“I will try.” Alicent says before going for another kiss.
With a swift movement, Daemon takes her back to their bed while she takes his shirt out.
106 AC
Almost a whole year has passed since the marriage.
As Daemon predicted, Viserys gave permission to them to stay in Dragonstone until Alicent became pregnant.
Still, under the influence of Otto, Daemon was called almost every week to King’s Landing to report to the king, also bringing his wife to see her father.
Viserys looked happy with the advance of his marriage.
Probably has something to do with the fact that Daemon and Otto were apart for the most part, evading more conflict in the small councils.
Sadly for the plans of the Hand, Alicent was still not able to get pregnant, even with the huge amount of attempts they had each night.
The patience of the Sea Snake was running low with the advance of the Triarchy on his ships in the Stepstones.
He would not wait for much time.
Yesterday, Daemon and Alicent were called to King’s Landing one more time.
Daemon spent the night drinking with some of his comrades of the City Watch.
As a part of his deal with Alicent, he evaded women there.
His little tower was able enough in bed for that, for the most part.
He still tried to find Mysaria, but she disappeared after a single glance he had of her on that night.
So, he spent his night drinking and talking to his former men.
He came back late at night and Alicent was already sleeping.
But it was not a problem.
He was too drunk for anything.
Now, he woke up with what feels like the worst headache he had in his entire life.
And, looking around, he is faced with a surprise.
Alicent is not on the bed.
Usually, she would at least wake him up.
She never walked away without him.
That makes him concerned.
Daemon quickly gets up and puts on his clothes.
When he was about to get out, he heard a knock on the door.
He opens it and a servant bow to him.
“My prince.
His Grace is asking for your presence on the small council.” The messenger says.
Daemon nods and the man quickly goes away.
Daemon gets out of his chamber and walks through the hallways of the Red Keep.
After a thoughtful walk, he finally arrives in the council room.
The guards open the doors to him and he gets inside.
Here, he sees his brother, Otto, Corlys Velaryon, Lyonel Strong, Lyman Beesbury and Maester Runciter.
Standing by the side of her father is Alicent, looking down like the day their wedding was announced.
Shy.
Something is wrong here.
He then sees two things that announce to him the serious tone of the meeting.
Viserys is wearing his crown and Rhaenyra is not there.
The prince approaches the table.
Looking directly to his brother.
He gives a short bow.
“Your grace.
What is the reason behind this reunion of the council?” The Rogue Prince asks.
Viserys takes a deep breath.
“I think it is time to finally start the war against the Triarchy in the Stepstones.” The king proclaims.
Daemon gives him a surprised expression, but then Corlys takes the moment to talk.
“The situation on Stepstones has reached a limit.
Luckily, we are now able to go to war with all of our power against the Triarchy.” The Seas Snake says with a relieved tone.
Daemon looks confused at him and then at his brother, who opens a large smile before getting up with his cup in his hand.
The others do the same.
“Before we discuss more about war, I want to make a toast for my brother and his wife and the child they are waiting for.
A blessing to house Targaryen!” Proclaims the happy king.
The lords of the council raise their cups in a shout of commemoration.
Daemon’s eyes go wide and he looks to Alicent, who evades his sight.
He then looks back to his brother, nervous.
“I think there is a problem here, brother.
I did not know about any of that.” The prince says, giving a strong gaze to Alicent.
Viserys looks at both of them before sitting on his chair.
The men do the same.
“Oh.
I see.
Well, lady Alicent consulted maester Runciter this morning after feeling sick.
He attended to her and confirmed that she is pregnant!” The king explains in a happy tone, pointing at Runciter, who nods in confirmation.
Daemon is taken out of the ground by this sudden information, but he has no time to think about it.
“With the pregnancy confirmed, we can now move to our war in the Stepstones.
We have been debating about the details of the war before you arrived.” The Sea Snake explains.
Viserys nods.
“Exactly.
As I said to Lord Corlys, we have been preparing new ships and training soldiers for the upcoming war since your marriage was proved to be a promising one.
Recently, we received information about the suspicion of the Triarchy about us.
They probably already know about our intentions.
We need to move fast.
The armies are ready.
The ships as well.
We need you and Caraxes at the front line, Daemon.” The king proclaims in a serious tone.
Corlys nods in agreement.
“Rhaenys and Meleys will join you soon in the war, but we need you there since the beginning.
We have no time to waste.” The Sea Snake says.
Daemon nods in understanding before looking to Alicent and then his brother.
“I need some time to talk to my wife, your grace.” The prince requests.
Viserys nods with his head.
“You can talk as much as you want with her today.
The preparations will be made by Lord Corlys and you will be dispatched with the ships to Stepstones tomorrow.
You and Alicent are both dismissed for now.” The king proclaims.
Daemon bows briefly before walking to his wife, taking her hand and walking out.
During that, he can feel the gaze of Otto on his back.
Once out of the council chambers, Daemon takes her to an empty part of the hallway and slightly presses her against the wall.
“Why did you not wake me up when you did?
I am your husband!
I should be warned about that before anyone else!” The prince proclaims, angry.
Alicent looks nervously at him.
“I was worried about how you would react to that and Maester Runciter quickly called the council, so I just waited there and talked to my father.” The princess explains quickly.
Daemon keeps his frown, but loses some of his rage.
“What do you expect of me?
You expected me to be angry at you?
I was waiting for that child!
I want to fight this war!
I am no coward to run from it!” The Rogue Prince says, hitting the wall behind her with his open hand.
Alicent shrinks.
“I just…”
“I just what?!”
“I just don’t want to raise a fatherless child!
I don’t want our child to have never met their father because he died in a war!
That is a reality of our world, i know, but i can’t stop thinking about your death, i becoming a young widow with a fatherless babe and being forced later on to marry a man of low value that would take me afterwards.” The princess explains, nervous.
Daemon take a deep breath.
“Listen to me.
I find your lack of trust in my skills disturbing.
I am the blood of the dragon.
I will win this war and I will come back.
There is no doubt about that.
Do you understand that?” The prince asks.
Alicent nods in silence before letting out a sigh.
“I saw how the death of your father affected you.
I just don’t want it for our child.
I don’t want them…”
“…to be me.
I get it.”
“Daemon…”
“Forget it.
Now, I need to go see with my own eyes the armies and the ships.
Find the commanders and talk to them about strategies.
I will see you later.” The prince says before pulling her hands and giving a kiss on their back.
Alicent looks at him and then pulls him for a full kiss.
They get apart soon and without a word Daemon walks out.
The Rogue Prince sinks.
The whole walk he has to go to the docks is filled more by his future child than anything else.
His child…
his heir.
It is coming soon.
He needs to win this war, more than never.
He won’t let his child become a Targaryen lost at the court of the more important part of the family.
Like he did