#im on mobile so no icon and i’m too tired to color words like

[bigdaddydaemon]

a happy thing for @worthyheir because lord knows we need more happy amidst the angst

𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 - 𝖓𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖜 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗. the hand of the king , ever the busy man , could be pulled from his duties at a moment’s notice at the child’s request , his brown eyes IMPOSSIBLE to deny. it wasn’t unusual to find the prince with young jacaerys close behind , accompanied by little baela and rhaena , the children following daemon around the keep like three little ducklings. and while the twins busied themselves with the lessons of young ladies , jacaerys clung to daemon , insisting that whatever the maesters had planned for him that day could wait ──── he would much rather listen to daemon’s tales than learn the history of the riverlands.

𝕴𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 , after the day’s duties were through and the sun had sunk beneath the horizon , that daemon truly breaks. the boy had been FASCINATED by caraxes , by the stories of his life with daemon , by the history the blood warm held within himself. and tonight , he wished to finally meet the great beast , having snuck out of his chambers , navigating the halls until he’d found his way to the tower of the hand.

“ 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 , ” the prince utters , his steps careful as he navigates the pitch black of the dragonpit , a torch in hand the only light source. for a moment , he contemplates what would happen should the young prince’s chambers be discovered EMPTY. rhaenyra would be in a PANIC , laenor tearing through the keep to find his son , ser harwin rampaging through the streets until the boy was discovered . . . would the princess be relieved to find her boy with her uncle , where harm would never find him ? or would she prefer his head on a silver platter , years of scorn driving her to such rash decisions ?

𝕬𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖕𝖎𝖙 , 𝖆 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔. momentarily the duo is blinded , flames burning red hot as they lick the ceiling. dying embers fall harmlessly around them , and daemon offers a hand to the young prince. he knows how temperamental his mount can be , and though he trusts caraxes not to hurt the boy , he cannot ignore the possibility that jaceserys is frightened. “ lykirī , caraxes ! ”

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖂𝖞𝖗𝖒 𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 , 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖈𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗. daemon holds the beast’s gaze , a silent challenge between them , leading caraxes to lower himself to the ground , his head mere feet away. daemon clicks his tongue and turns to the young prince. “ he’s a grumpy old man. a bit like your grandsire. ” which grandsire was up to jace to decide. “ go on , ” he jerks his chin in the dragon’s direction. “ he enjoys having his face pet , just beneath his eye. ”