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no seriously give me Daemyra prompts I want to write and my ideas are empty

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Revised request: throw Daemyra prompts at me pls

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Okay, someone throw some prompts at me. I’m in the mood to write for Daena ‘the defiant’ Targaryen, Alyssa Targaryen, or Rhaenyra. Shippy stuff, battle stuff, whatever.

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There's nothing like logging onto the internet and discovering 'popular House of the Dragon fanartist also enjoys drawing South Park characters as Nazis.'

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“daena was targaryen to the bone; strong, beautiful, willful.”

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[[idk I'm still tweaking this and working on it but I guess I"ll stick it up here before I put it on A03 anyway enjoy. Thank you all for the encouragement. <3 ]]

His knee was bent, and with that Daemon answered to Rhaenyra again. “I am meant to serve you, until death or the end of our story.” They were flames that were meant to burn together, but somewhere in the long weeks that followed first Visenya’s death and then Lucerys’, their fires had run low, two torches torn from a collective pyre that had all but extinguished. Finally reunited, their bonfire would again roar, and it would be more than a barrow for their collective dead. But first there would need to be reconciliation. 

There was a gap between them now that had not existed before. In the morning, Rhaenyra would begin the flight back to Dragonstone and Daemon would stay at Harrenhal with Caraxes as he readied the army raised in her name. That left the rest of the afternoon and the evening for things that should have been said long ago. 

The room given to Daemon as king (consort) was dismal, damp and filled with half-rotted furniture and fabrics that had seen better days so long ago that they predated even the former king Jaehaerys. “It was worse before,” Daemon offered to her horrified silence. 

“Did you think of me at all, while we were apart?” It was not the question Daemon was expecting- not yet. Whatever strange visions he had seen at Harrenhal, the incoherent prophecies that spilled from his familiar lips, they had led him to a different path, while Rhaenyra was still back at their arguments, at their violence and the way the same flames that bound them together also burnt them. There was no one who knew how to hurt more than the one you loved most. 

There was also little sign of Daemon in the room. His belongings were spare; it was like he was in there only to sleep, and refused to take any further space. The bed sheets were unmade though, and Rhaenyra could see that he slept on the same side of the bed as he did in Dragonstone. She wanted to smile at the thought; she had not left her own designated side, after all. But this was not a situation for smiling. Daemon still hadn’t given her an answer, and the seconds grew long. 

“My time here was strange. There is a witch… She showed me things.” Visions of the future and of the past. Some of the details came out of Daemon, but he held a great deal back and Rhaenyra knew he might never tell her. She tried not to begrudge him for it. “I dreamt of you. Of home.” There was something else that lurked beneath his words, but for once she did not dig. 

The space between them was charged. Their last few encounters, that charge had been negative. Now there was something beneath. Forgiveness, maybe. Love. Lust. No real apology came from Daemon, but in his oath of fealty, he said all that and more. He bent the knee, Rhaenyra reminded herself. From Daemon, that was a pledge eternal and a sign of loyalty, a subtle asking for forgiveness and a reminder of vows said together with each other’s blood on their lips. It was not a surprise when Daemon stepped forward and Rhaenyra felt herself do the same, so that they were as close as they had been in Harrenhal’s ruined open space, where all those men had bowed to her. It had not been appropriate to touch Daemon then, with so many eyes on them. If he had done so, he would have undermined her. A woman who would be Queen could not be soft. She could not be a woman. She had to be a sword. Now though, no one else watched. Not even Daemon’s witch. 

Acts of love and intimacy differed from person to person. When Rhaenyra leaned her forehead against Daemon’s, it felt like home. It had ever been the way he showed his love; a small thing, but one that made him vulnerable. How many times had she seen him do the same to Caraxes, hiding slightly back so that he would not know she witnessed it? It always made her smile, as it did now. 

Their fingers intertwined and found each other without the need to look. There were ways they simply made sense, even as they burned each other. No one but another Targaryen could understand this, the greed to devour the other person, even if it hurt to do so. 

“I have been left to mourn too many without you. Luke, Visenya, and now Rhaenys.” And all those men Rhaenyra didn’t know, the ones who threw their lives away for the dragon queen. 

“No longer. I’ll take this army and march it to King’s Landing, and everyone will know the price they’ve paid for their deaths.” They mourned in very different ways. Daemon liked to be alone, but Rhaenyra needed him here with her. She would not belabor the point any longer though; he could not come back to Dragonstone with her just yet, and they both knew it. 

Finally they broke apart, Daemon’s words no longer whispered in her ear but said out loud. Rhaenyra sat at the edge of the bed while he stood, still restless. He was invigorated with his new purpose, but Rhaenyra simply felt exhausted. Sorrow could only propel a person for so long, and she had yet to bring up the new dragonseeds or anything else… No. She would enjoy being with him again, whatever form it took. 

Eventually, Daemon sat next to her. He was not a man accustomed to such tenderness, but when he cupped her chin and turned it to her, she finally softened. Those same hands were capable of so much violence, as she knew well. “I had a dream. I saw we had a daughter.” Another one. The loss of Visenya still felt too raw. 

“And?” 

He leaned forward again, to whisper in her ear. “We shall have to make her, when the war is won.” 

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Should I finish this do I even know how to write fanfic anymore please send help

"His knee was bent, and with that Daemon answered to Rhaenyra again. “I am meant to serve you, until death or the end of our story.” They were flames that were meant to burn together, but somewhere in the long weeks that followed first Visenya’s death and then Lucerys’, their fires had run low, two torches torn from a collective pyre that had all but extinguished. Finally reunited, their bonfire would again roar, and it would be more than a barrow for their collective dead. But first there would need to be reconciliation. 

There was a gap between them now that had not existed before. In the morning, Rhaenyra would begin the flight back to Dragonstone and Daemon would stay at Harrenhal with Caraxes as he readied the army raised in her name. That left the rest of the afternoon and the evening for things that should have been said long ago. 

The room given to Daemon as king (consort) was dismal, damp and filled with half-rotted furniture and fabrics that had seen better days so long ago that they predated even the former king Jaehaerys. “It was worse before,” Daemon offered to her horrified silence. 

“Did you think of me at all, while we were apart?” It was not the question Daemon was expecting- not yet. Whatever strange visions he had seen at Harrenhal, the incoherent prophecies that spilled from his familiar lips, they had led him to a different path, while Rhaenyra was still back at their arguments, at their violence and the way the same flames that bound them together also burnt them. There was no one who knew how to hurt more than the one you loved most. "

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Daenys and her baby Balerion

You can't convince me he wasn't spoiled.

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thinking of claiming Daena Targaryen as my own and giving her a better story sorry George, this is mine now

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god loves you but not enough to save you or whatever ethel cain said

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Condal really was cooking when he said we'd love the Harrenhal shit huh

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“But Alyssa Targaryen was as bawdy a wench as any barmaid in King’s Landing, as she herself was fond of boasting. “I mounted him and took him for a ride,” she declared the morning after the bedding, “and I mean to do the same tonight. I love to ride.””

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The great thing about existing within my own little corner of the fandom is that everything I've seen about the new season of House of the Dragon has been optimistic and excited.

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or why the other one thought she had to provide a literal army of sons or etc

jaehaerys when you ask him why his daughter was an alcoholic at age twelve and why his other daughter thought she had to be naked to ask her big brother for help and why his other daughter somehow got pregnant right under her mothers nose and then later committed suicide

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A few quick disclaimers before I start:

I'm going to be talking about their show counterparts. Things are different enough in the books that some of the points wouldn't apply, or wouldn't apply as much.

Of course Viserys treated Rhaenyra the best of his children. I'm not going to dispute that at all.

I do think he loved Rhaenyra. It's the way he expressed that love and was willing to use his child that I'm going to discuss.

We often joke (and I certainly take part) that Viserys loved Rhaenyra so much that she may as well have been his only child. And yes, he certainly did love her, but in his love, he made her into a symbol and the solution for his problems, rather than seeing her as an individual and a human being.

First, there's his fundamental unwillingness to try and see or even understand her point of view. He doesn't discuss his engagement to Alicent at all, despite the fact he knew how close the two girls were, and I don't think he was foolish enough to think it wouldn't effect their friendship. He just announced it and expect Rhaenyra to go along with it and be good with it, without thinking how it might hit her.

Second, there's the supposed freedom in picking her husband he offers her initially. Viserys thinks he's doing her a favor; instead, it's one of the many times he sets her up for failure. Once again, he fails to see the trauma that Aemma's death left on his daughter. One of the last conversations Rhaenyra has with her mother, Aemma tells her that soon enough she'll be in Aemma's position, in the birthing bed. Aemma then dies in childbirth, and while I don't think Rhaenyra knows the full extent of what happens, she would have known it would be incredibly painful. Rhaenyra also knows that her grandmother, Alyssa, also died from childbirth, and her maternal grandmother Daella ... yes. Also died from complications due to childbirth. Her whole legacy has been women who died while giving birth, and not once that Viserys try and reassure her that things would be okay. He leaves a scared young woman alone and tells her to pick a husband.

Why isn't telling her to choose her own husband the gift people think it is? Because he offers absolutely zero political guidance. This would be the perfect time for him to sit Rhaenyra down and discuss not only the men, but what marrying them would offer the realm or discuss how it would effect the realm politically. Throwing her to the wolves won't work; of course the teenager scarred by maternal trauma isn't going to be able to make a choice. Also, she's a teenager. Expectations for her age may be different than they are for modern day teens, but that doesn't change the fact that she's got teen brain.

Involving Rhaenyra politically (or lack thereof) is my third point. The effort Viserys made was half-hearted at best. Rhaenyra serves as cup bearer, and then it seems like she has some small role on the small council, but it's not clear what the extent of it is and whether or not it's something she gets to do all the time, or just when Viserys was sick. We're given nothing to indicate he's guiding Rhaenyra and involving her in long term planning or discussion of impactful choices; once again, it seems like he expects her to sit there and make all these choices without the equipment to properly do so.

Then there's Rhaenyra as balm to his mistakes, the sacrificial lamb. He loves his daughter, but he holds her at arm's length, and he uses her because that's the form his love seems to take with all the women in his life. When Viserys marries Alicent and damages the Velaryon relationship to house Targaryen, it's Rhaenyra who has to repair it by marrying Laenor. There were other actions Viserys could have taken to try and fix that gap, but he instead makes Rhaenyra fill it.

He appoints her heir, an act of love, but also an act of devotion to Aemma. Rhaenyra is an extension of Aemma in his eyes, but when she acts in ways that Aemma presumably wouldn't, Viserys lashes out and chastises her. There's an expectation of perfection it seems, without giving the guidelines of what form that perfection takes. I think people really underestimate how blind Rhaenyra was flying into the whole situation. Yes, she has a tendency to be naive about her path forward, but why wouldn't she be? She's thrown to the sharks and told if she just swims hard enough, she'll be fine and the sharks will love her.

The relationship between the two is no doubt incredibly complex, but we have to give it to our man Viserys- the way that he loves people is never for their own benefit. Sorry for rambling, but I've had these thoughts for a while and wanted to lay them out on the page.

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What characters would it be funniest to stick in an escape room together? My vote is the two Daemons and also Vaegon.