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ultralightpoe · 2 years

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Simplicity of Winds - Daemon Targaryen

Authors note: I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for requesting! MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND I LOVE RECIEVING THEM so feel free to send some in. (Especially for Aemond)

Warnings: SMUT, a lil angst but not a lot

Word Count: 1485

Description: REQUEST - Hello! Could you write something about Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader? Friends to Lovers. Daemon is very sweet with the reader and he feels insecure about his feelings for her. When he thinks he's going to lose her, he confesses and they end up giving in to passion (very sweet). I think this is not very Daemon, but I always wanted to read a soft smut with him. Thanks in advance ✨

You watch him from afar, just as you always did, watching the former heir of the king stand on a cliff and look out into the waters surrounding. His hair had been dreadful when he came back from the war, tangled and unkept.

You remember a time when he would never let his hair get that bad, a time where you would see him everyday. Smiles and conversation had never been hard for you when you were around him. You had considered him a best friend at one point, but you would never admit to loving him the way you did. He had been perfect back then.

Not a hair tangled or out of place, charming and cocky all in a smooth manner, he could have you blushing in a mere moment while leaving you laughing the next. He had also been a Targayren.

You knew better than to fall hopelessly in love with him, you knew their ways and manners. But you did it anyway, because you were a fool.

You had been such a big fool you hadn’t seen your biggest opponent for his affection, although it should have been obvious. His niece. The poor girl was ages behind him, a mere 10 years younger than you, but she was Targaryen and this was their tradition. Not to mention she was beautiful in a vicious type of manner.

Then there was his wife. A female mature and strong. Brilliant in all things, especially hunting from what you have heard.

But, even with those two in his life, you had fooled yourself. Make yourself believe that he loved you the same way you loved him.

The last night you ever spoke to Daemon Targaryen he was planning on asking his brother for his niece's hand in marriage.

You had found him with the intent of implying a courtship, feeling bold for your ladies talked you up. That all shattered right in front of you, you had excused yourself on the pretense of illness and never looked back.

That had been years ago, when you left him on that cliff with the wind in his hair and a fire in his eyes, walking away with tears burning your own.

You hadn’t seen him since, doing your best to avoid him any chance you got. The first few weeks were tough, once the man figured out you were avoiding him he became hellbent on finding out why. But then your father took you home, and Daemon became just a memory.

Until now.

Your father had sent you back in order to meet suitors from all over the land, and though you hoped Daemon would not be in Kings landing your prayers were unanswered by the sight of him landing his dragon on the first night.

You had kept to yourself since then, that had been a week ago. You spent the days listening to suitors and the nights eating in your chambers alone. The man could not break your heart if he did not know you were there.

You watched from afar, trying to figure out how to get into the castle without him noticing you, as he stood in front of your only option inside. Maybe you could wait him out, he’ll get bored of looking at the ocean and leave, and you wouldn’t have to hide behind a stone wall-

“Are you really going to make me wait all night?” Your heart drops at the sound of his voice, of course he was meeting someone here, of course he had lovers. You held your breath, listening for the person he was waiting for. “Are you seriously going to make me drag you out from behind that wall?”

The realization that he knew you were there settles in, along with a thick wave of embarrassment heating your cheeks. Your feet don’t move an inch and yet your entire body is begging to go near him.

“Y/n.” He calls again, this time stronger and firmer. You finally give in and slowly turn the corner of the wall, keeping your hand on it at all times. “Is this what we’ve come to? You hiding from me and ignoring me?”

“I simply did not want to intrude on your even-” The lie comes out smooth but Daemon is far too quick to argue.

“I haven’t seen you in years.”

“I was with my father, Daemon. At home.”

“This is your home, this has always been your home so don’t sit there and tell me that you wanted to go to that wretched land your father calls home because that isn’t true.” He snaps, walking towards you after giving up when he realized you would not be coming closer yourself. “What did I do wrong?”

“You did nothing wrong-”

“Please. Stop. Lying.” His voice is hoarse, and one of his hands slams on the stone wall behind you to stop you from escaping, leaning down to make you look at him. “I haven’t seen you in so long, you’ve…….you’ve cursed me.”

“I assure you I would never-”

“Then can I not stop thinking about you? Why do you plague my mind every second of the day and dance in my dreams every night. Why have I been asking everyone I possibly could on your whereabouts. Why have you abandoned me so?”

“I did not abando-”

“Then I find out, through Alicent fucking Hightower, that you are coming here to meet suitors and I fly out here only to be met with silence-”

“I am here to meet suitors, Daemon.”

“And you do not consider me well enough to court you then?”

“I need an actual candidate. Someone who will want me!”

“Please, please please PLEASE TELL ME WHERE YOU WOULD GET IT IN YOUR HEAD I DON’T WANT YOU!” He yells, both hands now on the stone behind you as he fully cages you in, a desperate look to his eyes while your heartbeat starts to fight against your chest.

“Last I heard you were going to ask for Rhaenyras hand-”

“You mean when I was still a prince? Looking to help my niece acquire the throne?”

“We both know that there was more to it than that-”

“Maybe there was. Maybe I was trying to make you jealous.” He admits, forehead against yours. “Maybe I was scared that you would never see me as anything more than a drunken secondborn-”

“Daemon.”

“Allow me to court you…… or….or at least allow me the honor of meeting you as a suitor. I’ll walk into that hall and do anything you’d like. Please Y/n.” He begs, taking a step back before getting to his knees.

“What does it matter Daemon? You could simply ask the king for him to allow you my hand-”

“I would never trap you like that, I want you. I want you to choose me and not hate me for it.”

“Then yes.”

“Yes I can meet you as a suitor?”

“Yes I will marry you.” The answer shocks you both, but your next move shocks you more. Reaching down to grab the sides of his face and drag him to stand up from his knees, pulling him into you for a kiss.

He stills for a moment before giving in, hands wrapping around your waist as he gently lifts you to his height, using the wall behind you as leverage, his lips softly moving against your own.

You’re the one that reaches down to pull your skirts up, allowing him a moment of shock at your boldness. “Take me. Take me against the wind.”

And so he does, wrapping your thighs around his waist as he undoes his own pants and thrusts into you as slowly as possible. He takes pleasure in the way you whine in pain, arms wrapping around him for comfort, gripping his hair.

“I’m sorry it hurts.” He whispers, holding you up and pressing your foreheads together as the sun begins to set. “If I could ease the pain I would”

“Move Daemon.” You groan, allowing him to thrust softly, keeping a hand on you at all times while you moan in pleasure. He gasps against your neck at his own pleasure, muttering praises as he speeds up. But he wasn’t getting everything he wanted.

Within moments he has you both laid out on the grass, him above you as he moves faster and faster and faster, but with this position he gets full eye contact.

He watches you come undone, bouncing with each thrust he gives, moaning at the feeling as he comes undone as well, muttering more praises in high velaryon.

“I will offer my hand tomorrow, and we will be wed on dragonstone, where I will take you against the wind any moment you would like.” He whispers, rubbing your cheek. “So long as you never run from me again. I cannot survive it.”

“Promise.”

(I reallyyyyyyy hope you like it. I had no clue how to make him soft in smut )

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemom targaryen #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen angst #House of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine

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camille-bee · 2 years

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Matt Smith just needs to write and direct all of daemon's scenes. The amount of work he has out into daemon 😭🙌

matt smith: actor, writer and director for house of the dragon 😭 give him an emmy pls I beg

#anon ask #matt smith #daemom targaryen

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buckyhoney · 2 years

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the fact that the two scenes in HOTD that made me absolutely feral are ones where men are simply exhaling-

#harwin & daemom just exhaling #FUCK #house of the dragon

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ophelieverse · 2 months

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This is the first time that i send in a request,but I’ve been your fan for quite a while now🥰🥰I love your blog and your content,especially your writing,so can I please ask you to write something about Daemon x niece!reader where she is the daughter of Aemma and Viserys and he’s obsessed with her?It can be whatever you want!Thank you so much!🫶🏻

⋆ ˚｡⋆little bird

Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

-Summary:Daemon is in Harrenhal and he’s tormented by the memories of the only woman that he had ever loved:his niece,the long gone princess Y/n.

-Warnings:death of character,incest,age gap,Daemon never married Laena,reader has valyrian features,reader died of childbirth,reader is mother of twin girls(you can decide if Baela and Rhaena),mental torture(?)sexual thoughts,Daemon being himself,Alys tormenting Daemon and him losing his mind.

•-aww thank you so much for your words and support,also thank you for requesting and let me know what you guys think,sending love🩷🫶🏻

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The palate is a treacherous bastard,a vile traitor.The palate,the tongue,the teeth,the throat:damned monsters,damned stabs in the shoulders.

They rebelled and tortured Daemon intimately,as well as the strawled murmurs of soaking whispers in the dark and lonely castle,as well as the murmurs of that nameless woman.Everything bothered him,in that world built by the blood-stained hands of false and courteous murderers,and the raw truths of the tormented men were no exception.

After all,he should have known - and he knew it, he knew it and he had not stopped,he had become crazy! -that once he tasted the most precious wine of the Seven Kingdoms his mouth would detest any other drink.His primordial instinct and his spirit of survival had tried to warn him,to make him understand,to make him glimpse the inexorable fate in which there would be a before and there would of course be an after.

Because any other flavor would never have been as sweet as the taste of her.

And nothing more would have been the same, nothing would make sense anymore.Daemon had only really understood it after kissing her:it had become impossible to even look at another woman.

He could still remember the first time that he had kissed her,before going to win the war in the Narrow Sea in her father’s name.He had only kissed her once and it had been like savoring the mouth of a fucking divine gift that fell down from heaven,kissing a promise of grace and eternal damnation.An inexperienced,sweet,innocent mouth.

His,Y/n was all his.

She was still a girl at the time,two years younger than her older sister Rhaenyra,just a naive girl that stug with two skinny legs and without even a woman's shape,the silver-haired doll,the trained King's Landing little bird that squeakes and chirps in the shade of her father's words and actions:Y/n, stupid and spoiled princess,daughter of the Long Summer,had let herself be kissed by him and had not stopped him,she had not pushed him away.

Crazy him and crazy her.Or maybe just him, or maybe just her.Who went crazy first,who did? Who had it been?Daemom didn't remember the fucking way those damn events that had folded him in two,disintegrated his entire soul.Killed him not once but a hundred,a thousand,a thousand and again a thousand times.

Who went crazy first?Who?Daemon has started to believe it was him.

It’s been years since the last time he had kissed Y/n,years since he last touched her warm skin,looked into her bright lilac eyes,that he had saw her with their daughters in her arms.

Yet,that night,in the dark and anguish halls of Harrenhal,his little bird had shown up to him.The ghost of Y/n imagine had suddenly appeared in a corridor in the west wing yard like an evanescent appearance,like his worst nightmare and had resumed chirping the same nauseating and tormenting phrases she cunningly gave to all her lords,to all her knights.

She had chirped her thanks,the beautiful words she used to tear from the verses of her beloved romantic ballads,which she used to steal from the fairy tales narrated with placid fervor from the endless rows of her old and decrepit Septas.

She had chirped and chirped and chirped.

Daemon hadn't listened to any of her melancholic sentences and hadn't even paid the slightest attention to her,nothing at all.So the deities and that witch then must have decided to punish him and mock him.They had taken their revenge on all his blasphemies and on all the lives he had snatched with joy.

The pale light of the moon had begun to inflame Y/n long silver braids,braids knotted in a bushy tangle,shaped into circles of blood rays that made her hairstyle look like the one of a small child.The young and innocent girl she once was before Daemon had touched her.A stupid hairstyle that she persided - with a pout - to make her maidens intertwine just like her mother did when she was just a small child.

The red dress that wrapped perfectly around her body,the one that she had wore at the tourney for her last Name Day as a maiden,seemed made of pure liquid blood.Daemon was lost.The red had become fire,it had turned into copper,it had melted into wine.A crown of thorns and autumn leaves in the cold wind of the godswood.

Y/n rosy mouth had stretched out in a brief,false smile,yet what was really false about her?And her elusive purple eyes had reminded him of reality.

The reality where she no longer existed,the one where now he was married to his older sister.He just wants to use her.Everyone uses everyone.He remind himself,he could never love her,not in the way he still loves Y/n.

Suddenly Daemon had realized the existence of his foolish thoughts,he had awakened by the torpor in which her sweet and familiar scent had induced him,and he had understood that he was behaving like a little child that had just woken up from a bed dream,an inexperienced young boy,he looked at her hair,looked at her ephelids,and didn't focus on those small stall tits and her flat,tight belly,and then he thought he had to fix it,that he had to prove to himself that he was a man.

Not the silly man who secretly watched the tears entangled in the eyelashes of a little girl who still slept with the dolls,squeezed in his little embrace,but the real man who fucked women in brothels and got rid of all his most itchy desires. Not the man who trembled in front of a little girl's gaze,but the man who fucked the women quickly and impatiently,without even looking them in the face,fulfilling his needs and his morbid needs.

The man that Daemon was before devoting his life,heart and soul to Y/n.

These thoughts had clouded his soaky mind with vulgar images,they had made his body drunk and frenny.Then he had stretched out towards Y/n, almost staggering,and had devoured her face. Mouth to mouth,he had eaten her lies and her breath.Was it really her,the spectral and little figure that had hunted him since he had step in Harrenhal?Was it really her,the cold and young body he was holding in his arms?He didn’t cared,he needed to feel what he once called love.

His little girl still tasted good,just like he remembered,something sweet,extremely pure. Snow and honey together,what an absurd madness of the senses.Y/n had closed her mouth,her lips soft and eyelids tight,but she had done nothing else.She hadn't disappeared from his touch just like the night before,his rough hands that had begun to mess up her hair and squeeze her thin throat like they used to.

They had kept both eyes closed and he had thought that she was beautiful even in the dark of the dull and worn lights,even in the black of the lowered eyelashes,under the Sun or under the Moon.

Y/n was still as beautiful as the day he had lost her.

And now that she was there,real or not,Daemon had kissed her with a disturbing need and Y/n mouth had moved on his without opening,without granting him anything more.Nothing more of what he already had when she was flourishing with life.

In that moment a cold wind had crept all over his back,until it even caressed his neck and wet cheeks.When did he started crying?Too late he had realized that it had not been a cold wind that had appeased his burns.

«Y/n,my Y/n.»Daemon had murmured«My little bird of the summer,my frightened little bird.»he kept talking on her lips.

«Uncle.»even her voice sounded like she was still that young girl he used to watch run to him,blushing when he would bring her a gift from one of the cities he had visited.

She had caressed his pained face and kissed him like a little girl who can't even imagine that there is anything else after a kiss on the lips.Like a sweet child that still dreamed and hoped for a bright and long future ahead of her.

Maybe at that moment Daemon must have said her name again,because the figure in his arms smiled«Y/n,my little girl,Y/n.»like a prayer.

«Do you still desire me,uncle?Do you still think about me?»her voice,a soft whisper,that cut into his heart.

How naive and stupid,stupid little woman.

He could have turned her like a worn sock,lifted her skirt and possessed it in any dark corner of the castle,stretched her on the floor and forced her to open her legs for him.For him,only for him. First the knees,then the thighs,until he devour her with his hands and tongue,until he fuck her all.

That little creature who didn't even know the thoughts that animated the minds of the men around her,the minds of all animal men just like him.He could have done anything to her,anything unimaginable and unpronounceable,and continued to devour her for whole hours,years and centurie, millennia and other millennia,to the point of satisfying her every repressed need and even more.

And Daemon did it,fulfilling his duties as a husband that resulted in the living love that took form in their twin daughters and son.

He enjoyed her,eat her,mark her at every possible point.He could have done anything for her even now.But Y/n had placed a hand on his heart and more snow had fallen into his chest,appeasing his every pain,every craving.

«Or is my sister crown that you lust over now?»Y/n sharp tongue managed to open another cut in his chest.

Yes,he wanted Rhaenyra crown but it was her he wanted to make his Queen.It’s always been like that,in his deepest dreams,to rule by her side,to pass the throne to their son and be with her forever to the end of his days.

«It’s always ever been you and i’m sorry that this has costed your life.»Daemon words were half stuck in his throat.

Stupid little girl,stupid.She was too good for him.She was pathetically pure.She will never be able to survive in this world,she would become food donated to dogs and worms.Another dead flesh left danging on the spades of this rotten and corrupt castle from the slimy foundation.Another head detached from one's body and turned into a trophy to show to enemies.

Another life that he had ruined.

The images of these elucubrations of his had scared him so much was he afraid?Was the burning in the pupils and ribs fear of seeing her dead or desire to kill or even a fever to possess her?To push her away from his arms,from his belly outstretched towards her.

Daemon had already lost Y/n once,in their old shared chambers of the Red Keep,drenched in sweat and blood.Screaming in fear and pain,just like her mother,as she gave birth to their son.A life for a life,the child survived and the mother died without being able to meet each other.

And now she was there,after so many years,Daemon had only glimpsed at her wet lips and red cheeks,then started yelling at her to leave.It wasn’t real,nothing of this was,his wife,his Y/n was dead,ashes in the wind.

«Go away.Get away right away or you'll regret it.I'll make you regret it,I swear to you.I'll make you regret anything you've ever done or thought if you don't leave now.Go away!»Daemon was screaming like a mad man,but his words were not directed towards Y/n.

His crude and harsh words were echoed only for the silent witch that lived in that old and empty castle.

He must have insulted her,or he had cursed the bastard witch back.He didn’t cared because now Y/n had escaped from his head and eyes with every new sip of wine that he took once he walked back into the dark halls.

Her ethereal figure disappeared at each red bottom of a cup he had swallowed in an attempt to forget the circles of her damn braids.A new cup of wine at every turn of the silver locks and then a hysterical laugh every moment he saw the lilac eyes of that damn girl in the accusatory ones of the witch who sat next to him.

«You are rather unrequited tonight,your grace.What’s bothering you?»Alys Rivers was her name and her voice was as enchanting as her looks.

A punch against the table at every drop of watered down flavor,at every cup of all those lousy drinks that she had given him to help him sleep.A mediocre taste that made him miss better flavors - the taste of him.

Almost as she could read his mind«In love?You?»Alys sound surprised.

And a thud in the heart as every second passes,at the stroke of the hours,at the slow formation of a nebulous wall of chaos inside him.Honey,snow,sweet salt of tears never shed. What was happening to him?What was going on in his head,in his sternum,between his legs?Had Alys poisoned him?

«Y/n.»she spoke again«The little girl that you used to bounce on your knees,the woman that died to give you an heir.»she taunted him,the ghost of a smile on her lips.

Daemon felt his heart shatter in his chest,pain at every breath.His hands burning like the rest of his body,the wine down his throat ready to choke him with all his guilt.

«Where is she?»he asked then,turning to look at the woman next to him.

Where is Y/n?

He had screamed at her out in the gardens and she was gone,she had flown away.

«Where is she?Tell me.Tell me where she is!»the cups on the wooden table crushed on the floor,the cold stones now painted of red wine.

«Where is Y/n?»Alys asked calmly,not even getting up from her chair as his grace thrown everything around«The little girl is far away.But she’s not unreachable,you will see her again soon.»she answered him.

Daemon had was spinning,he felt the nausea coming up from his stomach.He tried to walk and a gag forced him to kneel on the ground,to throw his head against the floor.

«Y/n,my little bird,Y/n.Y/n where are you?»he choked out.

She was there,he had seen her just a few moments before and the other previous nights that he had spent in Harrenhal.He held her,kissed her and it felt so real.She didn't run away,she didn't cry,she didn't even lower her head.Nothing,nothing of nothing.She just looked at him for a second and then she left.

Now she was gone,again.She was gone,Y/n,was gone and Daemon wanted her back,like he had always wanted her,he couldn’t breathe,Y/n come back to him.

Come back,stupid little girl,come back here right away.One moment,he needed to touch her,to kiss her,to have her,just another moment to share with her.His little girl,his little bird.His,his,his,she had always been his.Come back,he needed to hold her and protect her.He would protect her from anyone,even himself if she was so afraid.He was scared too.

«Your grace?»Alys voice was distant,loosing itself in the air.

Daemon crawled on the wet floor,getting up«The little bird.I have to find,I have to find...»the world became dark and dyed of red.There was laughter around his body and someone sneering his name.

«I have to find...»he repeated.

He had to look for her.He hadn't been able to resist her,he hadn't slept even a minute.He had walked around the castle like a mad man,reaching his chambers only to find her inside.

The room looked like the one they lived in the Red Keep,warm and familiar.A small figure appeared,wearing a old white nightgown drenched in blood,pale hair wild on her head in the same that she had died in.

Y/n was there,holding to her chest a child wrapped into a blue blanket like a present.Their son,the joyful and smart boy that looked exactly like his mother and that she had never even seen before closing her eyes forever.She was sitting and crying .He had felt like he was dying and had taken a few uncertain steps.His eyes had moved frantically and they had glimpsed the blood-stained sheets,the stained dress on her thighs, the hands holding the child.

As soon as Y/n had seen him,with shiny eyes, huge tears on that small face she had brought her red fingers on her lips,as if to ask him to be silent as she rocked her baby.The smell of iron had never disgusted him,never shaken him,not until that moment.The little girl's legs had continued to drip and form spots on slippery spots on the floor.

«You always wanted a son.»Y/n voice was paralyzing«I should have know that this would have been my end.You can never surrender to your desires.»she didn’t looked at him,calmly holding the cloth in her arms but he knew she was accusing him of the same sin his brother had committed.

He had never hated blood with such despair,never hesitated before his duties,never thought of spitting acid on his oldest loyalty«I should have…i should have saved you.»he breathed.

Y/n smiled softly«No,this is the price you have to pay for taking what isn’t yours.The throne,the crown…me.»her empty eyes burned his flesh«You will die here,uncle,and you will loose everything.»she warned him.

Daemon vomited until he almost fainted,almost suffocated in his own vomit.Tears mixed with the pain and guilt on his face and his arms suddenly gave in.He felt hands on his neck and lips near his ear.He hit his head against the floor again and rocky voices pronounced his name more times.

He tried to crawl but threw up again,and then again and again.He couldn't stop anymore.He tried to grab a the chair next to door,but the world began swirling to turn and he lost himself in meaningless images.Before closing his eyes Daemon only saw pale silver birds with broken necks and torn wings.

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palossssssand · 4 months

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A dnd character design commission for @dj-zekrom-daemom!

#my art #commissions #character design #dnd #thank you so much!!!!!!!!!! this was fun

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osatokun · 2 months

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Cutest evr commission for dj-zekrom-daemom mr vampire and his cute form

#commissions #vampire

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 2 years

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Daddy’s Girl || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @pedropcl DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: just cute moments between Daemon and his daughter with Leyla, Alyssa, from Second choice!!

“A healthy baby girl m’lady, my prince” Leyla let out a relieved sigh, Daemon was astatic with the news. He scooped the babe out of the midwife’s arms as he smiled down at his daughter.

“She has your lips” He grins as he looks up to Leyla who watches the two. She had never seen him so soft for such a tiny little human being. “How are you feeling my love?” He walks to her as he gently places the babe on her chest.

“Mostly tired. And sore, very sore” Leyla chuckled, slightly readjusting her position with the help of the handmaidens. “Well you did a great job darling, and thank you. Thank you for giving me a healthy baby girl” He whispers against her forehead.

“What are we going to name her Daemom?” He paused for a bit, looking at the babe on Leyla’s chest. The two had spent countless nights thinking about a perfect name for their child, whether it be a boy or girl.

“How do you feel about Alyssa?” He smiled, Leyla looked to him with an even bigger smile. “Alyssa. I love it” Leyla knew that this name was special to him, it was the same name his mother had.

“Can I? burp her I mean” Daemon questions, his eyes glued on Alyssa in Leyla’s arms. Leyla had just finished feeding her—which was very much argued about with the maesters and handmaidens but Leyla refused for her own daughter to be fed by another women—and it was time for Alyssa to be burped.

She smiled at her husband who was stood behind her, watching as Alyssa sucked on her mother’s nipple. Quite fascinating, Daemon thought for he has never witnessed a mother breastfeeding her own child.

“Of course!” Leyla happily says as Daemon carefully takes the 3 month old baby girl in his arms. Leyla sat back in her seat as she watched Daemon gently patting Alyssa’s back, slightly rocking her.

“This is fun-“ He was interrupted at the sound of throwing up. Leyla stifled a laugh as Daemon freezes, feeling the vomit slowly spill down his clothed back. “God” He groans at the smell. The handmaiden in the room quickly walked to the Prince but was motioned to stop by Leyla as she took the cloth and wiped it herself.

Alyssa stared at her father with an innocent face, “How could I get mad at you darling?” He sighs, kissing her soft cheek as she breaks into a smile. Both Leyla and Daemon laugh at their daughter’s cuteness.

Daemon pulls Leyla with his other arm that wasn’t holding Alyssa, placing a kiss on her head. She wraps an arm around his torso, the other reaching up to her daughter to which Alyssa holds her mother’s finger in comfort.

Leyla placed her index finger on her lips to signal silence to Alyssa in her arms. It was Daemon’s name day and she wanted to surprise him with something.

She puts Alyssa on her side of the huge bed, she was now able to crawl, nearly able to walk too. Daemon was still in his slumber as she crawled closer to her father.

Leyla sat on the bed, a smile on her face as she watches Alyssa get closer to Daemon’s peaceful face. She started lightly smacking his face, this made Leyla chuckle.

Soon enough, the light smacking started getting a tad more powerful and she started her baby talk. “Daddy’s still asleep baby, keep hitting him” Leyla joked.

And so she did, and straight after, Daemon opens his eyes, a sleepy smile on his lips. “Happy Birthday love” Leyla spoke, kissing his cheek as Alyssa does the same, leaving his cheek wet from her saliva.

Daemon lets out a laugh and lifts Alyssa up in the air making her squeal. “Thank you my darlings” He said in a sing songy voice, giving multiple kisses to his daughter.

After a few more giggles, Daemon sits her back down on the bed in between the two. “I have something to tell you” Leyla started as Daemon looks over to her.

She takes his hand in hers, placing it on her lower abdomen. “Are you..” Daemon quickly understands, Leyla nods with a smile.

She couldn’t believe it either when she found out, she didn’t expect to be pregnant again, especially since she birthed Alyssa nearly 6 months ago.

Daemon grins, pulling her arms towards him and giving her a hug, rubbing her back. The two could hear Alyssa babbling which made them look to her, “You’re going to be a big sister Alyssa!” Leyla exclaimed.

“Send our men. Settle an agreement, and get it over and done with” Daemon orders as the other lord’s look to each other. “But my Prince-“ Maester Mellos was interrupted by the sound of Alyssa whining.

Daemon looks down beside him, Alyssa was on her feet as her hands were reaching up towards him, a sign that she wanted to be carried.

The other lords around the room watch as Daemon lifts her up in his arms, “Pass me the water” He points to the water on the other side of the table.

Given the water, Daemon carefully gave it to her. “Perhaps we should call the handmaidens-“ Lord Beesbury suggested, Daemon was without a doubt distracted by his daughter and the other lords could tell.

“No. They are tending to my lady wife, leave them” He sternly replies before sitting Alyssa on his thigh, lightly bouncing her. “Now, where were we?” He smiled, looking at Alyssa who kept herself busy by playing with Daemon’s rings that adorned his hands.

Soon Alyssa became bored with playing with her father’s rings. Daemon was focused on talking so he let Alyssa down to wonder around the room. Alyssa made her way to the end of the table where Corlys was situated.

“Hello Alyssa” He smiled at the young child, ruffling her silver hair. Corlys then lifted her off the ground and sat her on his lap. She reached forward to where his cup of mead was.

Lord Lyonel noticed and quickly moved it away from her which earned a frown from the young girl. “When you’re older” He winked as she broke into a smile and soon fits of giggles.

Leyla then walked in, she had felt extra sick in the morning and her pregnancy was showing when she wore her dress. Alyssa’s head turned to the door, “Mama!” She excitedly said as Corlys lifts her up for Leyla to take.

“I hope she wasn’t too much of a hassle, my lord” She sheepishly whispered as Corlys shook his head. “Quite the opposite” He insisted as Leyla nodded.

Daemon had seen her walk in and the other voices around him seemed to have drowned out. “I think we’re done here yes?” Daemon interrupted a lord who was speaking. “but there’s still-“ “We’re done. Leave us” He waves him off, finishing his cup as everyone in the room shuffles to leave.

Leyla walked over to Daemon at the head of the table, Alyssa still in her arms but she was falling asleep. “How are you feeling?” Daemon asked as he kisses her forehead.

“The handmaidens think it’s a boy” She chuckled, remembering their words. Daemon laughs at this, “Really?” Leyla hums, passing a nearly asleep Alyssa to him as the two walk back to their bedchambers.

“Good luck laying her down, she’ll start crying” Leyla snorts, pulling the covers on their bed back. “I’ll be fine” He assures. He carefully lays back on the bed, Alyssa still on his chest as he starts patting her back to sleep.

Leyla watches, “Wow. I’m impressed” She chuckles, laying down herself. The three all drifted to sleep, tired of what the day brought them. Daemon briefly opened his eyes, he glanced to his right where Leyla was.

She was snuggled to his side, his arm was around her securely and Alyssa was still sound asleep on his chest. He smiled at the sight, he was content.

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