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desigal-26 · 10 days ago

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Desert Snake

Daemon Targaryen x Martell!Reader

Since childhood, he was taught to not demand anything—for he was the second son. But he demanded nonetheless, and she? She was the answer to that demand.

After Lady Rhea Royce’s untimely and mysterious demise, Daemon demands yet again, to be given what he should have received ages ago. A bride. Valyrian and high born and beautiful. He demands and demands until his words are taken into consideration, and Viserys bestows upon his brother his wish—only that the bride isn’t Valyrian.

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Medieval Marriage and Misogynistic take on women, the reader has typical Martell features, Banter between Daemon and the reader.

Word Count: 3.2k

Fuming. That was the word Daemon would describe his feelings as while he walked to the sprawling gardens of the Red Keep. His mind went back to the word he have had with his brother’s council after his bronze bitch died. “What do you want?” Viserys had demanded, tired of the Rogue Prince’s antics. A sliver of your attention, your trust, the brotherly camaraderie we possessed before you became the King, Daemon had thought. But he would die rather than say it out loud in front of anyone—let alone the treacherous lords of the Seven Kingdom and his brother.

Hence, he had only smiled and with a tilted of his head, gave his brother the satisfaction of receiving a simple answer. “A Valyrian bride—as is my right. Highborn, beautiful and Valyrian.” The wide range of reactions from the council were amusing for the second son’s gaze and he didn’t much conceal the smirk that delighted upon his features.

Otto Hightower—the cunt and the snake that had wrapped itself around Viserys—had his jaw tightened and gaze blazing. Surely, the innuendo behind Daemon’s words weren’t lost on the Hand of the King. There were only a few Valyrians left in their world—even lesser Valyrian women. The most noble of them all—and beautiful—who was of the age to be wed was Princess Rhaenyra, the heir of the throne.

But that marriage would install Daemon as the King Consort when the time arrives—the very situation the Council had avoided by making Rhaenyra the heir despite her being born a female.

The other option? The only other Valyrian woman of nobility was Laena Velaryon—the daughter of Lord Corlys Velaryon, who watched Daemon with a piercing gaze. His face betrayed none of the emotions that were brewing beneath the surface of the calm Lord of the Tides. His daughter was young, and while he had offered Laena’s hand to Viserys immediately upon the death of the Queen Aemma, he would not offer his young girl’s hand to the Rogue Prince at any cost.

The council had been dismissed that day and Daemon had walked away thing that he finally had his brother’s undivided attention to himself—and with due course of time, the throne that was rightfully his by all means.

But what he failed to think was that Otto Hightower was a snake with means to pursue his ambitions. And his ambition was to keep Daemon far, far away from the throne. And hence, the Lord Hand had woven his webs of words in the King’s mind, telling him that “you are the King, your grace. Daemon is obliged to obey what you decide for him.” And his plans had worked just fairly.

House Martell’s alliance with the House of the Dragon wasn’t…well constructed as it was with other houses. While the other great houses submitted to the Targaryens and their dragons with bowed heads and swords on the floor, Martells greeted their overlord with heads held high and a smile that resembled the waiting strike of a desert snake.

Yes, they answered when the Seven Kingdoms needed them to, but there is a difference in responding to every beck and call on the terms of the Kings and responding to the calls that suited the Dorne inhabitants. Not to forget that while they had given up the title of the rulers of the Dorne—they had still kept the title of Prince and Princess, much to the Targaryens’ hidden dismay.

Prince Qoren Martell of Dorne had extended his support to the Triarchy in the war against Daemon and Corlys in the Stepstones—establishing that while the Targaryens were their lords, the Martells didn’t foster much good faith for the dragons that stole away their crown and they did the rest of the realm’s. Their words were another silent jab, taunting the rulers of the realm.

“Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.”

Otto had advised Viserys to marry Rhaenyra to Qoren—finally unifying the two houses and putting an end to the years old animosity. But Corlys Velaryon had stepped in, and losing the Master of Ships by rejecting his advances to unify their houses not once but twice, would have been a horrifying mistake—one they couldn’t make when the stability of the realm was in question.

But now, they had Daemon to play the part of Rhaenyra and Qoren’s sister play the part of Qoren. A perfect arrangement that would satiate both the houses and finally end the ages of tension that laid dormant beneath the surface of polite formalities and “good” alliance. Or so Otto and Viserys thought.

Daemon, on the other hand, saw this arrangement as his brother’s another trick to trying to tame him and send him away—just like his first marriage was. And Daemon never liked it—or the bronze birch he was handed over as a consolation prize. As far as he could think, he saw this just a repeat of it, just another bronze bitch for him that lives far away from the court in King’s Landing and is isolated from the wider politics of Westeros.

But the thrill of his intended being a Martell had him approaching the wing of the Maegor’s Keep where the Dorne Princess will be staying until their wedding. The deeds of her brother’s wasn’t lost upon the Rogue Prince. He knew that Qoren had supported the Triarchy—the political union between Free Cities of Lys, Myr and Tyrosh.

It had took Daemon and Corlys three years to crush the conflict in the Stepstones—and so much more than just time. It took years of constant stress and pain and anxiety while they fought, a persistent stress about lack of sufficient food or a coup in the soldiers fighting the war or even the emotional turmoil that a war brings with itself.

Daemon had told himself that he was only interested in ruining the sister of the man who had supported his enemy, but he couldn’t deny the fact that the words of the princess’ beauty and wits were many—and Daemon might be many things, but he was also a patronage for beauty, as are many lords.

Her chambers were guarded by a member of the King’s Guard and what he assumed as a knight from Dorne, making the Rider of Caraxes scoff. Leave it to Viserys to “protect” people, he thought almost bitterly as he level led the two guards with a glare as sharp as the blade of his Dark Sister, which hung by his side—a familiar ally in front of an unknown princess, rumoured to have uncontested beauty and wits. A specimen of a perfect noble born—Otto had described her as.

“My prince, His Grace has said not to let you in,” Ryam Redwyne informed with a subtle hand on the pommel of his sword, his white cape and golden armour shining under the sunlight that entered through the large windows in the corridor. He was legendary in his status, having served Jaehaerys the Conciliator before Viserys—never once stepping out of line.

But to Daemon, his words were nothing but empty, for the prince only tilted his head with an amused smile, watching the King’s Guard with careful eyes before huffing a reply, “she is my betrothed.” As if that gave his action any more weight or power—but to him and to the others, he did.

Ryam shuffled on his feet, but still held his ground. “Apologies, my prince. But I can’t still let you in,” he affirmed, his voice a bit more strict now than it was before. But he had forgotten that the prince was a stubborn man, who will have what he wants, by whatever means he finds necessary.

“Step aside, now, Ser. Or shall I demonstrate what happens when someone defies me?” The Dark Sister was unsheathed only partially, the golden sunshine bouncing off the polished Valyrian steel—a historical blade bestowed upon him by his grandfather for his prowess.

He could see the slight hesitation in the stance of the knight from Dorne—the wide eyes that flickered to the seasoned member of the King’s Guard, one hand holding the pommel of his simple sword nervously while the other one was reaching behind his back, probably where he had stashed his second weapon—maybe a dagger.

“There is no need for violence.”

Daemon’s attention spiked at the sweet, feminine voice that emerged from behind the double doors that held his intended. There was no denying in the fact that the words spoken held authority, for the knight from Dorne withdrew his hand from his pommel immediately, standing up straight like an arrow.

But Ryam hesitated, still staring at the Prince with caution while he slowly and cautiously removed his own hand from his sword, allowing a smirk to grace Daemon’s face who himself let his beloved sword rest in its sheath.

“Now, if I may,” he gestured to the chambers with a glide of his hand, making the King’s Guard stiff with tension before he finally relented, taking a step back and turning around to enter first with a knock, announcing:

“Prince Daemon of House Targaryen.”

And in came striding the said prince with a victorious smirk and curious eyes that quickly looked around the guest chambers currently occupied by his soon-to-be bride. It was mostly plain—not unluxurious, but lacking any personal touches or paintings—with only necessities such as a canopy bed, a wardrobe, a vanity, a small bookshelf that lay vacant and a seating area that looked upon the balcony that let the sea breeze and sunshine through.

And then, his eyes fell upon her.

Princess of Dorne.

She stood in the balcony, sunlight radiating in a way that seemed to embrace her like its own. Her dress was different, unlike the ones worn in King’s Landing and the royal court. While the dresses worn in the capital were meant to hide skin, the one she wore bared it in the most tantalising manner, wrapping around her figure as if the silk was poured over her—crafted for her and only her. The back of it revealed a large expanse of her tanned skin that glowed golden underneath the sun, hidden partially by her long dark locks that fell down her back like snakes ready to attack or slither away.

“I wasn’t told staring is not considered as a malicious act here,” she amused, looking over her shoulder to bare her side features to Daemon, who was in fact studying her as if she was the answer he had always been searching for—or perhaps, the challenge he had always longed to have. But her words had him blinking away from his thoughts about her and smirking.

He dismissed Ryam with a wave of his hand, not speaking until the begrudged knight had closed the door behind him, leaving the pair alone in the tension that withered in the air between them.

“Pardon me for admiring a great beauty,” Daemon replied with a smirk, taking a step forward but still keeping a distance between the two, because he wanted her to come to him, to seek his attention. If only he knew who he was dealing with.

The princess took her own sweet time in turning around, her silk dress swishing gently against the floor and her body—just as her thick locks moved slightly with the movement.

To say that Daemon’s breath hitched was an understatement. Yes, he had been told time and time again that his betrothed was a beauty of her own league, he hadn’t thought of her as anything more than average. And how he had mistaken. For she was perfect in a way he thought was impossible before. Perfect features that treaded between being sharp and soft, with a quiet authority and fierce fire burning in the depths of her eyes. The curve of her lips—painted a sinful red—invited him to indulge in the plumpness of them.

The small, barely noticeable smirk told him that she knew of the effect she had on him, but Daemon would be damned if he allowed her to have an upper hand in this.

“The words around the realm justify something, at the very least,” he commented, before making his way to a cushioned chair and settling down, one ankle over his other knee while he watched her like a predator gauging his prey—studying weaknesses and planning an attack that would have the snake’s neck in between his teeth.

“And what would those words be?” She queried, perching down on the chair in front of him, back straight, shoulders pushed back and hands firmly placed in her lap.

Daemon’s smirk only grew as he allowed his gaze to slowly move up and down her body, taking note of the slope of her neck, the curve of her chest and the length of her legs, before moving back up to her eyes that held defiance in them—a quiet strength beneath.

“That the Martell Princess is easy on eyes.” His words had their intended effect as he watched in amusement while her jaw locked tightly, eyes staring holes in him.

There was something in her quiet rage that made the Rogue Prince want to test her limits, to see how far she will go before she breaks, relents and retreats. To peal back her layers of careful craft and see who she really is. Whether she is truly as fierce as she acts or if she has a kind heart—like his mother.

“I am certainly more than just that, my prince.” The words were spoken through gritted teeth with a tense smile, giving away Daemon his first win. He had succeeded in finding one of her buttons that pushed her to the verge of breaking past the barriers of perfect formality that dangled between witty and outright rude. And gods, did Daemon cherished the look of her like that—barely hanging on to her mask of the perfect Princess.

“I never said you were just that, my lady.” He smirked some more at his obvious use of a wrong title. She wasn’t just a lady, she was a princess. And yet, he had called her a lady, demoted her to a stature beneath him while she held a title equal to his.

But this seemed to only make her raise an unimpressed eyebrow instead of pushing her closer to that point of breaking.

“It seems you have seen to forgotten my true title, Ser,” she retaliated with a pretty smile that was anything but innocent. But he would be lying if Daemon said he wasn’t enjoying this banter between them. This back and forth of words and concealed insults that a simpleton would never pick up on. But neither of them were a simpleton. No, they were predators in their respective ways.

She was a snake and he was a dragon.

“You are different than my bronze bitch,” he noted with a hint of admiration in his words, but the taunt wasn’t lost on the princess, who only leaned back into her cushion with a smirk. Her eyes danced in amusement while she slowly crossed her legs at knees, something nobles of the capital would frown upon—but not Daemon. For the action revealed a sliver of her leg’s skin, exposing her calves to his hungry eyes that feasted on the flesh before looking back up at her with a smirk. Two can play the game.

“I do not intend on being dead prior to when my time is written to end,” she shrugged but her implications were heavy, the rumours circling the death of Rhea Royce brought under the sun between the two. But the widower only continued to smirk, humming to himself and he reclined back in his chair, his hands gripping the armrest like a king.

“Then you are a smart woman,” he replied, before looking around the expanse of her room again before turning back to her.

“I have heard you dance.” It was more of a statement than a question, but the princess didn’t seem to mind it, for she nodded nonetheless, letting the silence between them continue a bit longer.

It seemed to have turned into a game. Whosoever would break the silence first would be the loser, and neither of them liked losing. So, the silence continued for a while, but it wasn’t unproductive by any chance, because the two of them had taken the time to study each other, deduce strengths and weaknesses.

“Your brother must be overjoyed by this arrangement.” Daemon thought out loud, standing up to pour himself a cup of wine before he raised his in a silent answer. She only shrugged with a hint of mirth in her eyes and the prince poured her a goblet of the same wine aa well, handing it to her. Their fingers brushed only briefly, but it was enough to send chills down his spine, blood travelling south and south.

“Absolutely,” her answer was sarcastic, because both of them knew that Qoren would rather give himself to the desert gods as a sacrifice rather than rub elbows with the dragons. But since the marriage arrangement was partially a royal decree in disguise, he couldn’t say no—even if all that Qoren wanted to do was slit the throats of the Targaryens.

“You must be overjoyed as well. A bronze bitch replacing another,” she commented a bit later. Her voice was smooth, untroubled; but the words held enough poison to make him smirk. As much as she pretended, she was bothered by becoming his second bronze bitch. But Daemon had other plans for her—special ones for a princess.

“I wouldn’t call you ‘bronze bitch’,�� he corrected, waving his hand in the air as if dismissive the motion entirely. Instead, he moved around, coming to a stop behind the back of her seat, hand hovering over the bared skin of her shoulder and neck before teasing the tie that wrapped the front of her dress around her neck, before they went back to her shoulder—this time holding it more firmly

He could feel her stiffen a bit underneath his touch, breath hitching while her body stilled. He leaned down at his waist, warm breath caressing her stone set face while his lips whispered near her ear, a deep, husky growl that had her squirming, “you are far more precious, desert snake.”

He saw her raise an arched eyebrow at the nickname that slipped away from his lips, her neck twisting to turn her face—eyes locking on with his with an intensity that excited Daemon a bit too much.

“Desert snake?”

The Rogue King only smirked, fingers gently trailing down from her shoulder to her arm before he retracted his hand, standing up to his full height while easily towering over the sitting princess.

He moved with the grace of a warrior, gulping down his wine before setting the cup on the table beside her and glancing at her with a smirk that promised certain danger, before he turned around, making his way to the double doors and twisting the knob open. His head turned over his shoulder, meeting the princess’ curious gaze one last time.

“Desert snake.”

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doctorwhoandfairytaillover · 9 months ago

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Loving Arms

Summary: The children of Viserys I from his wife Alicent Hightower had always been lacking in affection from their parents. They simply didn't realize how much until their widowed aunt was brought into their lives. (AU where Alicent has an older sister and her kids get the love that they deserve, takes place some time after the Driftmark event)

Part I: An Important Guest

A/N: No pairings as of right now as I want to focus on the familial and platonic relationships with Greens when they're still quite young. This is possibly only the beginning (credit for the divider goes to @kawaii-lau)

126 AC

Some months after the funeral of the Lady Laena Velaryon, wife of the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen there was much clamor in the Red Keep. For the eldest daughter of Otto Hightower had been summoned to court after more than a decade away from the intrigue and politics that surrounded the throne and her family. Not much was known about the sister of the Queen apart from what had been known from her previous shorts visits in the early years of her sisters marriage and births of the younger royal children. The elder Hightower girl had been married two years prior to Alicent's own marriage to the King.

Hoping for a future alliance with the house of his eldest daughter's husband, Otto had the girl married to the younger brother of Qoren Martell who served as the reigning Prince of Dorne. But upon the death of his son by law, it was expected by the Hand of the King that his daughter would return to follow her filial duty of remarrying once more upon her return. Only... the man had not accounted for how his grandchildren would come to react to the arrival of their long unseen aunt.

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Aemond was positively annoyed with his older brother Aegon, "You could not think to ready yourself for our guests arrival ahead of time? Must you always make the lot of us appear inadequate because you choose to drink yourself into a stupor?"

Halaena, Aegon, and Aemond were specifically told to prepare for an important guests arrival but because of the elder amongst the three not being ready on time, it appeared that they would be late in their greetings. In his haste to reach the throne room faster, Aemond almost stumbled over his own feet and he cursed quietly to himself as he attempted to avoid tripping.

"Need help walking, do you Aemond?" Aegon giggled.

"I can walk just fine," Aemond mumbled. "I simply need a bit more time to recover my sense of balance on account of my... my eye."

The younger Targaryens response quieted his brother and the elder turned his attention to their sister.

"Were you told anything about who our important guest is meant to be?" Aegon asked. "One would think that if they were such an important person, we would all have to be alongside our mother and grandsire by the entrance."

Halaena shook her head, "I think we've met them before, but I cannot be certain if it's who I think it might be."

"Oh and pray tell, wise Halaena. Who could it be?" Aegon mocked.

"Didn't mother happen to receive a raven some weeks ago that our uncle the second prince of Dorne, the husband of our aunt had passed from the sweating sickness."

"Why on earth would that woman come?" the eldest asked, "I don't think she has come to visit King's Landing since the birth of our dear Aemond. Not that I could begrudge the woman, I heard that it was a miracle our grandsire married her to a Dornish prince since she apparently was deformed and all found her a lost cause."

"Perhaps if you listened when Mother informed you about who our guest would be, then we would all know, now wouldn't we?" Aemond huffed. "And don't speak of our aunt that way! Show some respect!"

"It doesn't matter, we will know soon enough if it truly is her or not, and it's not as if our aunt will ever know, I doubt it could be her" Aegon grumbled.

The doors to the throne room were opened upon their arrival and all but one turned to look at the trio that had come into the room quite late. The children could see the frown that their mother wore clear as day when she looked upon them, her disapproval apparent at their actions. While their grandsire had a near equal downturn of his lips but it was more in his eyes that one could see the disappointment at the trio.

"Ah, so good of my grandchildren to finally make their appearance!" said ser Otto. "We had all wondered when you might grace us with your presence!"

Aegon merely rolled his eyes at the words of his grandsire, while Aemond and Halaena looked down in embarrassment.

"Oh come now Father, I am sure that my nephews and niece meant no harm and tried to make haste. They couldn't have expected that I would be the one to arrive."

Three sets of eyes were quick to look over at the person who spoke.

They could only see her profile, but it was apparent that the person could be no other person than their elusive aunt. The eldest daughter to Otto Hightower and his wife Alyrie Florten, widow of Prince Doran of House Martell, the Lady (Y/N) Hightower.

She wasn't an imposing figure, in fact, compared to her father and younger sister. Their aunt was not much, but... that is actually something that they appreciated about the woman. All their lives, the siblings had such imposing men and women that surrounded them or directed them at all times, but not (Y/N). She stood out in a gentle way, a steadiness to her presence. Unlike the prim and elegant hairstyles of the court, it was loosened and decorated with a few blossoms. Her gown was a pale green and embroidered with the symbols of both her own house and that of her late husband, with towers and suns. But most of all, there was no dismay in her gaze as she looked at them from the corner of her eye, rather she smiled affectionately and warmly.

"Come children," Alicent guided them closer. "Come and greet your aunt." And in a harsh whisper to Aegon said, "And don't even think about commenting on her appeareance!"

When their aunt fully turned to them, all held back a gasp when they saw her full countenance. A glassy grey eye stood out on the left hand side of her face that had obviously been burned. Carefully she stepped toward them and the three were ushered forward until they stood only a step away from her.

Unwaveringly she smiled at the trio and approached Aegon first, "You have grown much in the time since I last saw you."

Hesitantly, she reached to cup his face in her hand and the boy flinched, this stopped her movements and made her smile drop slightly. Carefully she waved her hand and asked, "May I?"

Tentatively, Aegon nodded and allowed his aunt to softly cradle his face in her hands. Her one good eye flickered across his face and she smiled at him once more, "Such a handsome young man. Must be the Hightower in you, because you and I seem to share the good looks."

His aunt's comment seemed to release the breath that the group was holding, because Aegon, Halaena, and Aemond couldn't help but giggle. A soft warmth settling in their bodies as they attempted to stifle their uncontrollable laughs.

Alicent saw their laughter as rude and intended on scolding them, but a raised hand from her sister was enough to have her hold her tongue.

Stepping away from her elder nephew, (Y/N) noticed how Halaena's gaze shifted away from her own and understood. She simply curtsied to the girl, "I look forward to getting know you more Halaena and perhaps you could show me your things of interest."

Halaena timidly smiled and curtsied in return, "I like all sorts of insects."

"I am sure you do, sweet girl."

And lastly, her gaze turned to her younger nephew that was shuffling nervously where he stood.

Quietly he asked, "Does it still hurt you?"

Her smile never wavered as she answered, "Thank you for your kind consideration, nephew. Sometimes, it does ache but I am fine now."

A gentle calm settled amongst them, but it was disturbed when ser Otto cleared his throat. "Come, dinner has been prepared and we have dallied long enough. I am sure you have needed a hearty meal."

"Of course, Father" (Y/N) agreed. "I am sure we can continue with pleasantries over a delicious meal."

The Hand of the King, carefully led his daughters out the room and so everyone else took this as a sign to clear the area. But the siblings stayed behind, a clear look between them that there were things they would need to talk about.

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idkyetxoxo · 2 months ago

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Daemon Targaryen - Crimson Horizons

Summary - In a land of sun-drenched deserts and shadowed castles, they find passion amidst political alliances and personal longing. As they journey through both love and duty, they discover the wild freedom of each other beneath the stars.

Pairing - Daemon Targaryen x Martell reader

Warnings - None

Word count - 2113

Masterlist for Daemon • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

Dragonstone and Dorne might as well have been worlds apart. For all their history, their people, and their nature, they shared nothing. And to me, they felt like night and day.

Promised to the rogue prince by my father, the revered Prince Qoren, and his brother, the iron-willed King Viserys, I had been handed over in what felt like a betrayal thinly veiled as diplomacy. A desperate, almost naive attempt at peace.

But somehow, against all odds, it had worked.

Daemon had his passions, his fire, his unpredictable streak that made men tremble and women swoon. Yet he never dulled my own flame, nor did he try.

In time, I could see that he had grown reluctantly captivated by me—an enchantment that seemed to surprise even him. We were both fire, both fierce, both unyielding and in our strangeness, we had somehow found each other.

But even the most thrilling alliances have their costs.

I missed Dorne with an ache I could scarcely put to words. I missed the warmth of its unrelenting sun, the vibrant spice of its air, the feel of the sand underfoot, grounding me in its familiar beauty.

All of it felt unbearably distant as I stood by the windswept cliffs of Dragonstone, watching the waves rage and tumble beneath a moody grey sky.

A sigh escaped my lips as I gazed out at the relentless sea.

"What has you so lost in thought?" a voice asked softly behind me. Strong, familiar arms wrapped effortlessly around my waist, pulling me close in their warmth.

I leaned into Daemon's embrace, letting his heat seep into me like a balm. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and instinctively, my hand found its way to his newly shorn silver hair, a contrast to my own tresses.

"I miss home," I murmured, the words slipping out before I could hold them back. I bit my lip, realizing too late what I'd confessed.

Daemon's face softened as I turned within his arms, a melancholy smile gracing his features.

"I mean... I miss Dorne. I miss its warmth," I whispered, trying to soften the sting of my own admission.

He exhaled, his gaze tender as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I know you do," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before pulling back, his thumb brushing my cheek.

"It's been ages since I've felt the sun on my skin," I mumbled, almost to myself, a pang of longing woven through each word.

Daemon's brow lifted a thoughtful glint in his eye. After a moment, a slow, mischievous smile crept over his lips as he pulled back slightly.

"Well," he began, his voice low and laden with possibility, "it just so happens I have no pressing affairs for a while. A short journey to Dorne might be precisely what we both need."

My heart leapt at his words, my eyes lighting up with a joy I couldn't hide, though I tried to tamper it with practicality. "But it would take so long..."

Daemon chuckled, his hand grazing my chin as he tilted my face up to his. "Not if we go on dragonback. Caraxes could use a taste of the sun too."

A smile spread over my face, broad and helplessly delighted as I felt a shiver of excitement at the thought.

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Dorne was exactly as I had left it—a land suspended in golden light, untouched by time's hand.

The familiar heat, the intoxicating scent of spice in the air, and the glistening sands stretching out endlessly—they all welcomed me home. It felt like the embrace of an old friend, unchanged and comforting.

Of course, the sight of Caraxes, with his vast wings blotting out the sun and his crimson scales glinting ominously, did little to reassure my people at first. They scattered, faces painted with alarm as they watched the dragon's approach.

But fear swiftly gave way to recognition.

Whispers of "the princess returns" rippled through the air, and the panic dissolved into cheers and laughter. The beloved daughter of Dorne had come home.

Now, I wandered through my old chambers, nostalgia wrapping itself around me like a beloved cloak. Everything was as I remembered—rich fabrics, carved sandstone walls, and sunlight pouring in through wide windows.

Daemon lounged on my bed, his silver hair catching the rays, his gaze following me with lazy interest as I moved from one memory to the next, taking in every detail.

"Oh, we must go sunbathing," I exclaimed suddenly, turning on my heel to face him, excitement lighting up my face.

"Sunbathing?" he echoed, one silver eyebrow arched. The way he said it made it sound like a foreign ritual, which to him, I supposed it was.

I nodded eagerly. "It has been far too long since I felt the sun's golden rays kissing my skin."

The words tumbled out quickly as I began peeling off the stiff riding leathers I had worn for our journey.

Daemon's casual interest sharpened. He watched, a satisfied smile playing at his lips, as I rummaged through a chest, tossing aside layers of fabric until I unearthed what I sought—a bandeau-style top and a short, flowing skirt that spoke of summers long past.

I slipped into them with practiced ease.

His eyes darkened as he took in the sight, and he cleared his throat. "You're going out like that?" His voice was rougher, his gaze intent as it roved over my skin. He swallowed, his restraint a thin thread.

I grinned, the heat in his gaze as satisfying as the sun itself.

"We're in Dorne now, my dragon. I could step outside in nothing but my skin, and no one would so much as blink." I winked, teasing him, and watched with delight as he leaned back, his expression equal parts desire and bemusement.

"Come," I urged, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. I pushed open the balcony doors, the scent of blooming flowers rushing in to greet us.

Together, we made our way down to the gardens, my bare feet sinking into the sun-warmed grass.

I found the perfect patch of earth and stretched out upon it, feeling the sun's heat soak through me. I closed my eyes, contentment sweeping over me, until a shadow fell across my face.

"Don't tower over me," I mumbled, an amused sigh escaping my lips as he stepped aside.

"I don't particularly enjoy the fact that my wife is sprawled out in the open wearing next to nothing," Daemon grumbled, lowering himself to sit beside me.

His voice was half vexation, half a possessive murmur.

I opened one eye to glance at him, the sun glinting off my lashes. "In Dorne, we live as we wish, free and unbothered by the constraints of prying eyes. You might try it sometime," I teased, reaching for his hand.

He huffed, but the edges of his lips curved upward.

"Perhaps I'll start now," he said softly, letting his fingers intertwine with mine. We lay together under Dorne's generous sun, basking in its warmth.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of crimson and violet, I stood on the balcony of my chambers, watching the shadows stretch across the sands of Dorne.

The day had been blissful, a reunion with warmth and memories I had long kept at bay.

But as night embraced the land, a restlessness filled me—a desire to share more of my world with Daemon, to show him why Dorne coursed through my veins like lifeblood.

"Come with me," I whispered, turning to see him watching me from the doorway. The torchlight flickered, casting molten gold across his silver hair. His gaze was curious but wary; he had come to learn that my invitations often held unpredictable adventures.

"Another excursion?" he asked, a hint of amusement curling his lips. "You have worn me out, wife."

"Not yet, you haven't been properly introduced to Dorne," I teased, taking his hand and pulling him towards me. "Not until you've seen the stars from the desert."

His eyebrows lifted, intrigued. "The desert? At night?"

"It's different. You'll see." There was a hint of mischief in my voice, and I knew he couldn't resist.

We slipped out of the palace and into the cool embrace of night, leaving behind the last remnants of noble decorum and duty.

I led him away from the bustle and noise, past sleeping villas and winding alleys, until the dunes spread out like an endless sea of silver beneath the moon's watchful eye.

The journey was mostly silent, our only companions the soft whisper of wind and the crunch of sand underfoot.

At last, we reached a secluded spot—a small rise atop a sweeping dune. Here, the stars blazed fiercely, unchallenged by the city's glow. They hung low and bright, and it felt as though we could pluck them from the sky.

I let go of Daemon's hand and stepped forward, my feet sinking slightly into the soft sand.

I lifted my arms to the heavens, a deep laugh escaping my lips as the cool night air washed over me. Spinning slowly, I closed my eyes and let the breeze tangle my hair.

"Look at you," Daemon murmured, his voice low and rough with something I couldn't quite name.

I opened my eyes and met his gaze. "This is what freedom feels like, Daemon. No castles. No heavy cloaks or endless meetings. Just the stars and the sand."

His eyes softened, and he moved closer, his steps deliberate. "I've never seen you like this," he admitted, his voice nearly lost to the wind. "So unguarded. So alive."

I smiled, feeling a rare vulnerability in his words. "This is me, Daemon. The me before alliances and kingdoms. Before dragons and war." I took his hand again, guiding him to sit beside me on the cool sand. "Do you understand now why I missed it?"

He nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. "I do. But I think..." He paused, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering.

"I think I might be in love with the woman who finds such joy in a desert's silence."

I laughed softly, leaning into his touch. "Good. Because she's yours." I let my head rest against his shoulder, and we sat like that for a long while, bathed in moonlight.

Eventually, Daemon spoke again, his voice low and thoughtful. "It's strange. I thought Dorne was only sun and heat. I never imagined it could be... this."

"You've barely scratched the surface," I teased, turning my head to look at him.

"Come." I rose to my feet, and this time, I didn't give him a chance to protest. Pulling him along, we climbed the next dune, racing each other, breathless and laughing.

When we reached the top, I spun again, arms open wide to the night. "This is life, Daemon. It's fleeting, wild, and untamed. Just like Dorne."

He caught me around the waist, pressing his forehead to mine. "Just like you."

The wind whipped around us, and I kissed him, tasting freedom, fire, and a promise of more nights beneath these stars.

His hands slipped lower, anchoring me to him as we stumbled back into the soft embrace of the sand.

I pulled away, breathless, laughter bubbling up in my chest as I felt the sand cling to my skin.

"You know," I murmured, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips, "there's something else we could do under the stars."

Daemon's lips curved into a wicked grin, his eyes dancing with mischief and tenderness.

"I'm listening," he whispered, his voice rough around the edges. He leaned in, pressing featherlight kisses along my neck, making my breath hitch.

I pushed him gently onto his back, straddling him as the moonlight bathed us both in its silvery glow.

"We could make this night unforgettable," I said, running my hands through his silken hair, now wild and tousled from the wind. "No walls, no crowns. Just us, and the stars as witnesses."

He cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with a reverence that made my heart ache.

"Just us," he echoed softly, pulling me down until our lips met again.

This time, the kiss was hungrier, a silent promise to savor every moment we had in this world of ours.

The night stretched on, endless and perfect. Beneath the stars and surrounded by the vast, whispering desert, we lost ourselves in each other, in laughter and heated kisses, in whispered words and touch.

Every barrier fell away, leaving nothing but love and light and a memory we would carry long after the sands shifted and time moved on.

I knew that for as long as he was by my side, I would always be home.

A/n - I miss sunbathing someone bring back summer :(

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd one shot #hotd season 2 #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfic #team black #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd daemon #prince daemon targaryen #the rouge prince #daemon targeryan

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two-white-butterflies · 9 months ago

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love by listening | daemon targaryen

Description: Daemon Targaryen goes rogue after his wedding to Lady Rhea Royce, unwilling to consummate the marriage. He finds peace in a Dornish tavern. You meet him in said tavern, and quickly become close friends. You share an adventure. Both unaware that the other person is nobility.

graphics from @saradika-graphics

Pairing: princess of dorne!reader/daemon targaryen

Warning: brief making love (not sex, making love)

A/N: I wanted it to give Dunk and Egg vibes. Reader is bubbly and talkative/has her own ambitions. She does what she wants bcs she's all about that high life. Set in Dorne + young daemon targaryen. open ending.

Daemon didn't believe in gods. He doesn't care about the punishment he'll be given after this. A few hours ago, he was forced to go through the wedding with Lady Rhea Royce. In his opinion, she was not an attractive bride. She was lucky to have come from nobility for she had a basic peasant bitch face.

Despite her odd looks, benevolent Daemon still went through with the marriage. He held his tongue, wanted to make his brother proud - but then they started talking about the bedding ceremony, and Daemon knew that he had to get the hell away from there.

Where did that bring him?

To Caraxes, to flying towards Dorne - and drinking inside of a tavern.

"It's the first time I've seen a foreigner in these parts." your voice breaks him free from his thoughts. He was about to swat you away, but a single look at your face changed his mind.

Beautiful.

There were a lot of pretty maidens in Dorne - but you were one of the most beautiful ones so far. "I did not bring any gold." he warned, under the impression that you were a whore. "Gods, I have no intention of fucking you." you lied, quickly sitting beside him.

"The first time I saw a cock. It was disgusting. I actually vowed to only fuck women after that." you smiled at the memory. Reaching for his ale, and taking a drink of it. "- I suppose I never upheld that promise. Women are beautiful but we are too wet for my taste. Men are just lovely and dry, and they are easier to toy with." you giggle.

He could smell the alcohol on your breath.

You were the first maiden he's seen to speak in that manner. He wonders if the maidens back home are like this too, if it weren't for archaic beliefs silencing their true thoughts. Dorne was a magical fucking place. It was how the rest of the six kingdoms needed to be.

"Why are you talking to me?" he asks, his face stoic just in case you had some tricks up your sleeve.

"Well, you are alone." you pointed out. "- and I am alone. Shouldn't two vagabonds protect each other?" you tilted your head.

"What makes you think that I am alone?" he inquires.

"I've been watching you for quite some time now, love. Are you going to give me your name?" you asked in return, continuing to stare deep into his purple eyes - drawing him closer like a siren to the waves. "I'd like to remain an enigma." he answers, matching your mysteriousness.

He finds himself hypnotized by your eyes. Eyes that were lined with kohl. "I won't share my name too, to be fair." you smiled, and now his attention was drawn towards your lips. Stained red with rouge.

The tension between you was palpable. He felt like a moth to a flame. Allured by this beautiful fire. Leaving only one question in his head: will he burn? Fire cannot harm a dragon. He reminds.

His hands reached for the small of your waist. A sudden boldness. He plays with the textured embroidery of your tunic. Pulling you closer to his body, until you were almost sitting on his lap.

"What will I call you?" he frowned, teasing you.

"Think of something witty." you insisted, fingers dancing along the details of his clothed tunic.

"Gevives, then." he settles on a suitable name. "I am relieved that you find me beautiful, love." you laugh, hands trailing upwards to his collar - pulling him closer until your lips were bridged together.

He melts into the kiss, hands firmly wrapped around your waist. He'd be so easy to poison. But alas, you weren't here to kill him.

He presses you against your bed - the first time he's felt lust in a while. If this was going to be a one-time thing, then he'll be thinking about you until the day he died. He's already placed this encounter in his three best fucks. The way that you looked beneath him, he can almost see himself thirty years later still jerking off to you.

You are fucking beautiful.

Naked - and vulnerable against him.

His hands danced along the curve of your waist, delighted at the smoothness of your skin. You reach for his face, cupping his cheek tenderly - staring at him with fascination. "You are so beautiful, like an illusion." you whispered in a voice that makes him want to sleep.

He positions his member at the entrance of your core.

"So good," you cooed - feeling him begin to thrust. You continued staring at each other, that connection remained unbreakable. "Keep going," you whispered, he couldn't help but smile. So talkative, even when making sweet love. "Gevie," he smiles.

Daemon wakes up to the feeling of light on his exposed skin. He lets out a yawn, rubbing his eyes so it adjusts to the brightness of the room quicker. He takes a deep breath - as he remembers what happened last night.

Last night, he fucked a goddess.

He turns to look at your sleeping form.

Beautiful even when sleeping, he thought.

He was thankful that he commanded Caraxes to return to the Red Keep.

He had no responsibility. None but you.

"Good morrow," you greeted, voice still hoarse from last night. "Good morrow," he responds, wrapping his arms around your waist. This type of touch was foreign to him. He's never wrapped his arms around someone after making love.

It felt domestic. Like how marriage was supposed to be.

"I suppose this is where our paths diverge." he says, unwilling to sound needy. But in actuality, he never wants to leave. He wants to stay like this forever. Inside of an inn, with his arms wrapped around the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Not so soon. I think we should still walk together." you hum, pulling him closer to your body until he was laying on your chest.

"I've made the observation that you have a lot of time on your hands." you breathed, his ears pressed against your chest - listening to your heartbeat.

"Your observation is correct." he confirms.

He had the face of a dangerous man. It was a risk to be in a stranger's company, but your heart told you that he could be trusted. He felt like you - exactly like you.

You kept staring at his body. His toned muscles and broad shoulder. "Are you a knight?" you asked, reminded of the tourney in Starfall.

"I am," he answers truthfully, praying that it was something that you liked about men.

"There is a tournament in Starfall. The prize is a dragon egg." you informed, mind already focused towards the next adventure.

"I shall win a dragon egg for you, then." he announces. He finds no harm in having a little adventure with a maiden. He has won all the tourneys he's attended, after all. "Really? I wanted to steal it." you say.

He responds with a chuckle, pushing a strand of your hair away from your face. How dare you steal his heart. "Why steal it when you can have it fair and square?" he asked teasingly.

You continued staring at his face, a look that was indescribable. "I like the sound of that," you smile - pressing a kiss to his jaw.

Ashara's lips pressed into a thin line. "What god has possessed you to bring a man inside of Starfall?" she scolded, leading you and Daemon towards a secluded part of the tourney. "He is my paramour." you announce, your grip remains firm on his hand.

"Your father will kill him." she says plainly. "- a Targaryen bastard, a scandal waiting to emerge." she scoffs.

Daemon's expression softens, quickly turning into amusement.

Do they all believe me to be a bastard? Apologies, I am legitimate, he thinks, but he decides to bite those words back, lest he be sent back to the Red Keep.

"I did not come here as my father's daughter. I came here under a disguise." you reminded, pulling the grey hood up until it was hiding your face. "You shouldn't have come here, anyways. You'll get me into trouble with mine own father." she glared at you.

"I'm sorry Ashara but we won't be bothering you. We merely want to join the tourney and win the dragon-egg." you say out loud, but she silences you with a finger to your lips.

"The prize remains a mystery to those in the audience. Only the competitors truly know. The Targaryens will be furious, we will be answered with fire and blood." Ashara reminds and you nod silently.

"- I'm sorry, I'll stay out of your way. I promise. Now, can you please lead us to the tents?" you ask and the other woman nods, pointing at the white tents in the far distance.

"Thank you," you smile politely - still holding his hand and dragging him to the direction of the other knights.

You paid a squire a decent amount of money to use their armor. Daemon was quick to wear it, but he still missed his sword. The Dark Sister, previously wielded by Queen Visenya. "I've never fought against this much Dornish men before." he breathes.

He had his experience fighting a few of them. They were good warriors, though not good enough to defeat him. "We fight like rattlesnakes, that's what my father always says." you say, placing the last piece of his armor on his body.

"You haven't been here for that long, huh?" you made another observation, and he nods. Though he still keeps his identity a secret.

"I grew up in Kingslanding. My mother died giving birth, and my father died of a burst belly." he chuckles - laughing his sorrows away.

"Prince Baelon is your father." you say with certainty, piecing the information together. "- he would've made a wonderful King." you add, basing off the stories that your father shared.

"I think it is your turn to speak about your past, gevives. And I've spent enough time around you to understand that you aren't lowborn." he urges while adjusting his straps.

"How did you come to that understanding?" you inquired, curious of his way of thinking.

His hands danced along your exposed arm.

"Your skin is smooth like silk." he says, like he was praying. His hands trailed upwards, until his fingers were on your chin. "- and you take good care of your beauty." he finishes - and he stops touching you.

"My father is a nobleman. I am his youngest child, the only daughter after six boys. Which means that I've been exposed to leeches using me ever since I was born. I ran away from them. I can't trust anyone, but I think I can trust you." you reveal pieces of your past to him, unwilling to give him the full information.

He was the first person that called you beautiful without knowledge of your vast fortune. And now he was here, promising to win a tourney just so you'd see a dragon-egg for the first time.

"Six brothers, like the princess of dorne." he teases.

"Mhm," you hummed - freezing.

"Ser, get ready." a squire peeks his head through the tent. Daemon stands up, and offers his hand for you take - helping you stand up.

"Thank you," you smile, regaining your composure.

"I promise to win, my lady." he places a kiss on the back of your hand.

Daemon won the tourney with ease, any knight that dared to fight against him didn't even last five minutes. All of his fights ended the same. He'd strike them down, the opponent would be on the ground and Daemon would only look to the next competitor.

You continued watching him.

Observing every little thing that he's doing. It was evident that there was a piece of the puzzle that you haven't solved yet. A knight as skilled as him should be renowned, and yet the only information you have on him - is that he is the bastard son of Prince Baelon.

He was an interesting mystery.

"The winner of our tourney, Ser..." Ashara rises, only beginning to realize that none of them knew the name of this skilled knight. Your best friend turns to look at you, but you answer with a shrug. It was a little game between you and Daemon - neither one knowing that the other one's real name is.

"Ser Daemon," he opened his mouth - meeting your gaze.

He added the last piece of the puzzle, and your face was struck with eureka. Prince Daemon Targaryen, you thought immediately. "Congratulations, Ser Daemon. Please claim your prize behind the tents." Ashara nodded.

"The audience was complaining, the tourney wasn't entertaining for them." you open the conversation, stepping foot inside of the tent. "I suppose it isn't entertaining when only one person wins." you smirk.

He holds the dragon-egg in his hands. "I promised that I'd win." he answers, patting the empty space beside him. "Here's your dragon-egg, my lady." he chuckles. You gladly sit beside him, laying your head on his shoulder and marveling at the beauty of the egg.

"You are Prince Daemon Targaryen." you announced, confirming your previous suspicions. "I am," he finds himself unable to lie.

"- I think it is only fair that I know your name too, my lady." he adds.

An amused smile paints your lips.

"I am Princess (Your Name) Martell. I can't believe that we meet under these circumstances." you laugh.

A prince and a princess meeting inside of a tavern instead of a castle. Even beginning to fall in love without the pressure of their respective kingdoms. It was something out of a fable.

Daemon reaches for your hand, placing it on top of the dragon-egg. "It is an honor to meet you, my princess." he acknowledges.

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rpgchoices · 1 year ago

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Useless rpgs recs. Videogames (not dating sims) where you play or you CAN play as a character who is wlw or mlm

Names and characters/explanations under cut (might contain minor spoilers):

Just a note, when I say romance I mean that there is actual story and plot related to it. Otehrwise for games like Fable or Skyrim (no romance) I will just write "Marry". For the romance games, a more detailed list of characters and romances can be found here.

Dragon Age Origins: You can romance Leliana (f) or Zevran (m) even with a character of their same gender

Dragon Age 2: You can romance all your companions (but Sebastian) indipendently from gender

Dragon Age Inquisition: You can romance Josephine (f) and Iron Bull (m) with any gender, and you can romance a lesbian character (Sera) or a gay character (Dorian)

Greedfall: You can romance Vasco (m) or Siora (f) with any gender

Dragon's Dogma: You can romance any character with any gender

Jade Empire: Sky (m) and Silk Fox (f) are romancable by any gender

Fable series: You can marry a character of your same gender

Skyrim: You can marry a character of your same gender

Enderal: You can romance Jasper (m) or Calia (f) as any gender

Pillars of Eternity: Deadfire: You can romance all your companions with any gender

Pendula Swing: The protagonist is canonically wlw, and you can romance male and female characetrs

Hero-U: The male protagonist can romance male characters too

Cyberpunk 2077: There are different flirts (female characters) that can be romanced by any gender, plus two full fledged romances a wlw and mlm one.

Expeditions: Viking: There is a female character (Roskva) and a male character (Ketill) who can be romanced by any gender.

Expeditions: Rome: There is a female character (Daianeira) and a male character (Caeso) who can be romanced by any gender.

Pathfinder Kingmaker: This game has multiple romances that can be romanced by characters of the same gender, mainly for wlw. Regongar is the one male character who can be romanced by any gender and also in a poly relationship with Octavia. Octavia, Kanerah, Kalikke, Nyrissa are the female characters romancable by any gender.

Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous: Similar to Kingmaker, there are multiple characters romancable by male or female protagonists.

Rogue Trader: One male character and two female characters can be romanced by any gender.

Gamedec: Ken Zhou is the only romance option in game and can be romanced by any gender.#

Black Geyser: The romances are minimal, but there are multiple female and female characters romancable by any gender.

Always sometimes monsters (and sequel): you choose both the gender of the protagonist and the one of the romance.

Divinity Original Sin: If you play alone you control two characters who can end up in a romance (not fully written, almost subtle) indipendently from their gender.

Divinity Original Sin 2: All the companions can be romanced by any gender.

Disco Elysium: If you choose specific dialogue choices it is revealed that the protagonist (Harry) is attracted to men.

Baldur's Gate 1 and 2, enhanced edition: The enhanced edition adds Dorn and Hexxat who can be romanced by the same gender.

Baldur's Gate Siege of Dragonspear: Two romance options are not gender locked.

Baldur's Gate 3: All the companions are romancable by any gender, plus there are some more flirts/less developed romances.

Assassin's Creed Odyssey: Multiple characters through the game are not gender locked for romance.

Eternal Home Floristry: You play as a gay man.

80 Days: The protagonist (a man) is clearly in love with a man, you can also romance a male character.

The Technomancer: You play as a male character, one of your romance option is mlm.

Sorcery!: If you play as a male character you can still romance Flanker, who is also a man and is the one romance option in the game. If you play as a female character there are some dialogue choices that can establish your character as wlw.

Knight Bewitched: The protagonists are two women in love.

Dreamfall The Longest Journey: One of the protagonists (Kian) is a gay man.

Dreamfall Chapters: Kian and Saga are respectively a gay man and a pansexual woman.

Newfound Courage: The protagonist is a gay boy, but also the whole game is about being queer.

Haven: You play as a couple of lovers, who can be two women or two men.

Fallout 4: Some of the romance options are not gender locked.

Morrowind: There is a mod to romance (links of all mods here).

Solstice: Visual novel but not dating sim, you play as two characters and one of them is a gay man.

Mass Effect Trilogy: multiple companions (nb, f or m) can be romanced with any gender.

Mass Effect Andromeda: multiple companions can be romanced wtih any gender.

Hades: The protagonist (the son of Hades) can romance a male character (and enter into a poly relationship).

Icewind Dale II: mods

Icewind Dale: mod (one male character who can be romanced by a male protagonist).

GAMES I FORGOT (EDIT):

The Red String Club: you play as two gay men who are a couple.

Please keep in mind that this is the post I constantly update:

#pillars of eternity #enderal #baldur's gate 3 #rogue trader #dragon age #etc etc #wlw and mlm games #useless recs #i haven't done one of the useless recs in a while

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paulyenvol6 · 7 months ago

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Sweet Pleas

This is based on a request I received but I accidentally deleted it, I'm so sorryyy. I was lucky though because I wrote down the main points before and wrote something about it which I'm very excited to share. So to the person that sent the request: this is for you and thank you so much for your request. And to everyone else: Please send me all of your requests, I want to write want you want to hear and read your ideas :)

Here's a little summary of what the person requested: - Daemon x dornish/essosi wife with a good and stable relationship - degrading, mean, dom Daemon - denied orgasms, choking, marking, praising - aftercare and fluff

Contains: detailed smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, choking, marking, biting, bruising, slapping, degrading, praising, denied orgasms, size kink, slight pain kink, dom & mean Daemon, submissive reader, aftercare, fluff, loving Daemon in the end

Wordcount: ~4.65k

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"My sweet lady wife.", Daemon whispered against your ear and you felt heat rising in your cheeks. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed next to your ear.

"You really expected me to make it through the night with you looking like that?"

You smiled which he couldn't see and caressed his back. In truth it had been your intention for him to desire you and touch you after the feast in celebration of the King's name day but you hadn't expected him to be so eager that he couldn't wait until it was over.

You had worn a revealing pink dress that looked amazing on your brown skin and as Daemon painfullly had to experience, your husband hadn't been the only one to notice your beauty. Lords and knights had their gaze a little to long on you for the Rogue Prince's liking so he had taken you up to your chambers for two reasons. Not only because he couldn't wait to lay his hands on you but so he could hide you from the other men's eyes. And you didn't complain but felt light and happy as your husband took hold of your hips and dug his fingers into your skin.

'Daemon, Daemon, Daemon' was the only thought in your head. It was always like this. He took control of every thought of yours and left you feeling consumed by him.

It wasn't like your marriage had always been that good. You were 26 now and had married the Rogue Prince 7 years ago when he was 24. It had been a political arrangement and far away from a love match because the crown had been at war with Dorne for a long time and to seal the new peace treaty, your father had given your hand to the King's brother who had happened to be a widower.

In the beginning the capital had been strange and odd, Daemon was foreign to you but over the time the two of you had started to develop a special bond and began to love each other. You had learned together, made experiences and now you couldn't imagine living without him. He understood you in ways no one had ever been capable of and… you just matched. He had shown you what pleasure meant and had taught you the arts of intimacy between man and wife. And now you were inseperable and each day that he wasn't by your side felt like there was a shadow hanging over it.

"My sweet girl.", he now whispered as his hands wandered up to caress the swell of your breasts, just very light and careful and you reached out to press him closer to you which he commented with a scoff.

"So needy.", he complained and shook his head. "I think someone forgot their manners." You moaned dissatisfied and Daemon grabbed your wrists with his left hand and held them in front of your body.

"Just be a good girl for me and take what I give you." You looked up to him with big eyes and he couldn't help himself but lean down to kiss you. You simply looked too delightful and delicate with your big brown doll eyes. Your husband decided to change your position and so simply picked you up and gently laid you down on the bed. As you were getting comfortable on your back Daemon slowly took off his shirt and he made sure to keep eye contact the entire time.

"Such a filthy little whore.", he growled as he approached you, sat down next to you on the bed and leaned down to kiss your already swollen lips.

"You just enjoy it too much, don't you? Seeing all those lord's eyes on you." His voice sounded husky and dark and it made your cunt clench around nothing. "I asked you a question.", he snapped and grabbed your chin.

"Y-Yes I enjoy it." Daemon smirked evily and suddenly, still sitting next to your lying figure, reached down and slipped his right hand under your gown and cupped your sex. You were surprised and instinctively closed your legs around his hand which he commented with a scoff. Meanwhile his left hand caressed your bare shoulder and also slightly pressed you in the sheets as if he knew that he would need to have his hand there once he started pleasuring you and you would move around on the bed. Daemon gently moved his hand on your cunt so you received just a little friction but you needed so much more so you squirmed and spread your legs further.

"Please. Daemon, do something." If you had expected him to give in you really didn't know your husband because he just smirked smugly and ran his finger through your slit.

"So fucking wet already.", he mumbled. "You really are a greedy little slut. Just need to pin you down on your back and you're dripping. Pitiful."

Your eyes fluttered and you really felt as if you were in paradise because this kind of Daemon was the one you needed. Obviously you hadn't known about your tastes when you had married him but with him you had explored what brought you pleasure and learned that you never felt more comfortable and desired than when he degraded you. Talked to you as if you were nothing but a common whore to please him. That mixture of degrading and praising made you melt.

Daemon, who had felt how turned on you already were, finally connected his thumb with your little pearl and circled it painfully slow. You whimpered and shivered and squirmed underneath his hand in an attempt to get more friction but of course he wouldn't have this so his hand on your shoulder pressed you down with more force and he watched you with flashing eyes.

"Stop moving so much. Little whores like you take what they're given. Cause that's what you are after all. A little whore to do with however I wish. A set of holes, each tighter and warmer than the other. We shall see which I'll use today."

It was insane what his words did to you and of course Daemon knew it as well so he used them to turn you into a muddle. Your eyes threatened to close when his thumb rubbed your pearl faster and his left hand grabbed your chin at once.

"No. Look at me, little one."

Your eyelids felt heavy and yet you obeyed him. You were beyond overwhelmed with his touch on your cunt and his voice that said these filthy things that made your heart beat faster. When he thrusted two fingers deep inside your hole you widened your eyes and your mouth formed an 'O'. As he was still sitting next to you on the edge of the bed he was in the perfect position to watch each of your reactions to his touch and words which brought him great delight. The way your eyes fluttered and how you bit your lip now and then… Your little sighs were music to his ears but when you couldn't help but close your eyes in pleasure a little later he let out a disappointed exhalation and slapped your cunt all of a sudden.

"Ahh.", you let out and twitched.

"I told you. Look at me." He yanked your thick brown hair back to expose your neck to him and lowered his face so it was close to your skin. You knew what would happen now and when he started to suck on your tanned skin you anxiously buried your hands in his hair. You didn't exactly love when he marked you with bites and bruises. Not because you didn't like the pain, no, in fact you loved it. But you feared that people would see it and felt ashamed of the thought so Daemon didn't do it very often. But tonight he seemingly wanted to do it, perhaps even to punish you and you were way too deep in your subspace to stop him. Everything you cared about was being good for him. Please him. So you patiently laid still as his mouth bit and sucked at your skin but only twitched now and then when his teeth pulled at your neck.

Daemon's hand hadn't left your cunt though and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. His two fingers filling your hole additionally to his dance on your pearl were overwhelming and made you see stars. So soon you felt your high approach and you clenched around his fingers which your husband took as a sign to stop and you let out a cry.

"No, Daemon please." You pulled at his hair and tried to make him lift his head so you could look at him but he denied you and just slapped your cunt in response.

"Shut up.", he mumbled against your hurting skin. "You'll get to release when I tell you to. And I'm not yet satisfied." You desperately whined and shifted which made Daemon softly slap you again but this time on your thigh.

"Stay still. I'll only be harder on you if you can't behave."

Then, after a few more moments he raised his head to proudly watch his work on your neck. You were bleeding a little at two spots and few bruises were already visible on your brown skin which made his heart flutter with possessiveness.

"I want all of these lords to see this. See that you're mine and that this fucking body is mine… Seven hells, you really are the prettiest little girl I've ever fucked."

His finger started to toy with your cunt again and you stopped sulking and sighed loudly. In the meantime his left hand connected with your chest through the fabric of your gown that you still wore and he took your nipples between his fingers.

"Will you look at this…", he growled and you could only watch his lustful gaze in awe. "Perfect fucking tits. Perfect skin and a perfect little cunt."

"Daemon.", you whimpered and his eyes wandered back to your face.

"What?", he scoffed disparagingly and pushed you into the bed more forcefully as you restlessly moved underneath his hand.

"Please I-I want to come."

He laughed out. "I don't care what you want. I just need you to spread your legs and look pretty for me."

You were not content with his answer but didn't have a choice but to unpaitenly wait for his next movements. His two fingers were shoved back inside of you and it didn't take long until you were close to the edge again. But just when you were about to cross it and already felt relieved because you thought he would allow you to reach your high now he stopped again and tears welled in the corner of your eyes.

"N-No.", you cried out. "Yes.", he merely spoke and suddenly manhandeled you on your stomach. "Stop complaining now or I'll find myself a willing whore and leave you here."

Of course you knew that he would never do something like that and yet you shut your mouth. You turned your head to rest it on your side so you could look at him but Daemon grabbed a fistful of your hair and pressed your face into the pillow which you commented with a moan.

"Spread your legs.", he breathed and slipped his hand between your thighs once more and soon his fingers danced on your pearl. You were a mess and couldn't control neither your mind nor your body. Your legs were shaking, your cunt soaking his hand and your mind couldn't think of anything except your husband's hands and how to make him let you come. Pleading and begging, you thought was your best chance.

"Please Daemon. I swear I'll be good, but please let me come.", you moaned when he granted you a little more space and you were able to move your head slightly.

But Daemon really seemed to be mean today and just pressed your head back into the pillow. "Gods, aren't you a desperate little brat. Can't even be patient for a little moment."

You cried out at a particulary well aimed thrust with his fingers that reached a spot deep inside of you.

"Mhmm… Poor girl.", he furthermore said. "Such a pretty poor girl. What a shame you're not in control here."

You whimpered in distress and tried to free yourself from his grip in your hair but you didn't stand a chance and could only get on with it as he denied your orgasm for the third time tonight and did all of it so smugly. You remained still and determined not to give your husband the satisfaction of your pleas so after he had ruined your high Daemon turned you on your back again. His body sitting next to your lying one probably only intensified feeling vulnerable and small next to him because he towered over you. Then his finger toyed with your pearl again which made you gasp for air, his other hand wandered to your mouth and without a warning he shoved two fingers inside of it. You moaned and twirled your tongue around it.

"Good girl.", he growled which made your walls clench. "So obedient and tamed. Just a wild little dornish Princess who needs to be told what to do. That's what you like, mhm?"

You moaned as a reply and sucked on his fingers that laid heavily on your tongue and made you now and then gag. You did all of it instinctively as your mind felt fucked out though he hadn't even freed his cock yet. But that turned out to change soon because after fucking your mouth with his hands for a while and enjoying watching your face tense in pleasure when his finger pressed into your little pearl, he stopped all of it all of a sudden and left you panicky as he stood up to pull down his pants.

"Get on your knees." Your mind felt fuzzy but you had been able to comprehend his words and so you got off the bed to kneel in front of him. His cock stood hard and looked so pretty against his abdomen that it made you open your mouth greedily. But before shoving his cock inside your mouth Daemon walked to the nightstand which made you frown feeling confused. You couldn't see what it was he was doing but once he was standing in front of you again Daemon lowered himself down to you and started to tie up your hair in a braid, mayhaps so he could take hold of your head better.

When he was done he straightened up again and Daemon smirked and felt his heart burning with desire for you. You, his little wife on your knees for him with these big eyes staring up to him. He wished he could save this image in his head for the rest of his life. You still had your dress on and though you had been living in King's Landing for a while now you remained loyal to your house's traditional dressing and wore a characteristic dornish gown. You truly looked like a dornish Princess with your jewelery and your dark features and Daemon's head spinned.

He wrapped his hand around his thick cock and circled your mouth with its tip which made you reach out to touch his cock greedily but he refused you. Daemon just pushed your hand away and moved closer to you.

"Open.", he demanded and looked at your mouth. Of course you obeyed him and let his cock slip inside of your mouth. Daemon seemingly didn't care about letting you adjust slowly because he hit the back of your throat which you commented with a gag. You tried to get away from him and squirmed but his hand had grabbed your hair and forced you to stay in place.

"Ugh uhm.", he made. "Stay still, sweet girl. Just stay still and let me fuck this filthly little mouth of yours.", he hissed and you tried your best to breathe calmly. Daemon breathed heavily as he started to thrust into your mouth as a steady pace. He didn't grant you a second to let you do as you liked but immediately took control over your head to merely use you for his liking.

"You're doing so… good for me, little one." His hand had grabbed your hair and he held you still while hitting the back of your throat over and over again. You struggled every once in a while and coughed but your aim was to hear him praise you so you did whatever he told you. And it worked. You twirled your tongue around his tip which made him exhale loudly and his eyes were connected with your kneeling figure.

"Fuck, just like that. Good girl." You pressed your thighs together and could feel the familiar pulsating spot in your core. After all you hadn't come yet and sucking your husband off only contributed to your lust.

After a while saliva, precum and some tears were rolling down your face and everything about it was messy. Neither of you cared though and Daemon only entered your mouth at a faster pace. Your hands had grabbed his thighs for support and he hummed in pleasure as he felt your tongue circling his tip.

"Yeah. That's what you're good for, mhm? Having your dirty mouth fucked instead of speaking up. That's where you're the prettiest as well." He watched you smugly and your big eyes looked up to him.

"Gods be good.", he growled. "Never had such a willing thing on her knees for me. I'll make sure to reward you, pretty girl."

His thrusts became more sloppy and forceful which was a sign for you that he would orgasm soon but he stopped and pulled your head away from his cock.

"I wanna save my seed for your tight cunt. You're gonna swallow it another time.", he hissed and dragged you up by your hair.

Once you stood in front of him he pushed you onto the bed and didn't waste any time to crawl on top of you. You whimpered, feeling so much lust and desire for him that the tiniest of his movements made your insides burn. Daemon forcefully spreaded your legs so he could lay between them and you were happy to obey. Then he wrapped his hand around his cock and ran its tip through your slit stopping at your pearl.

"You want it?", he mumbled against your cheek.

"Mhmm.", you made with your hands buried in his hair.

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes. Please Daemon." But he still didn't give in and instead drew circles around your little nub.

"I'm not sure if you can take it, little one.", he mumbled.

"Yes I can. Please. I can take it.", you panicky cried out though deep down you should know that he wouldn't stop now.

"Don't want to tear you apart, sweet princess.", Daemon whispered and you squeezed his hand that was rested on your waist.

"Please. I want it." Your husband smirked widely because your begging got right to his head. Then he finally thrusted into you mayhaps because he was too eager himself and you both sighed loudly. His thick cock stretched your walls so well and you just loved feeling full.

"Yes.", you whined and your eyes rolled back.

"Feel me deep in your belly, mhm?", he hissed, overwhelmed with pleasure himself. "Feel me hard against your walls? Yes… that's it."

Daemon had immediately started to fuck you at a steady pace and his hips snapped against yours. You let out little sighs and whines and then felt his hand wandering up your body until he wrapped it around your neck and put pressure on it. You breathed croakily and your eyes met his as he held you tightly. You felt your hole flutter because you loved it so much when he choked you and Daemon knew it. So his hand pressed you in the feather bed and simultaneously used it as support to fuck you deep and hard. The mixture drove you to madness and you were a mess underneath him. He always made sure to loosen his grip around your throat now and then so some air could fill your lungs but he didn't show any sign of letting go of you. He restricted your breathing in a way that made you melt in his arms and in Daemon's eyes you could see pure lust.

"Pathetic.", he growled as he squeezed your neck tighter. "All I need to do is stuff your holes and wrap my hand around your throat and I have you whining for me. But you're not supposed to like this. Being hurt. You're just a little slut who gets off on the pain." You moaned and opened your mouth to gasp for air.

"But you're my little slut.", he growled against your cheek. "And now everyone can see that when they look at your neck. You're mine to do with as I like. Whenever I like. A dumb little brat who happens to have a nice tight cunt. So fucking pretty.", he purred and kissed your jawline.

Then he slightly loosened his grip again and you inhaled deeply. Daemon's hand that previously had been around your throat wandered down between where your bodies were connected to rub at your pearl. While you tried to collect yourself you felt him circle the nub that was so swollen and eager for release by now that you squeezed your eyes and whimpered.

"I wanna hear you, princess. Go on, I wanna hear your sweet little pleas." You moved along with his hips and now and then quietly moaned your husband's name. When you reached out to grab the sides of his face though he took hold of your wrists with his hand that wasn't occupied between your legs and pinned them down above your head on the bed. You felt so exposed and vulnerable but it was exactly what you needed and it felt so good. The only thing that you craved at the moment was to finally reach your high after he had denied your orgasm so many times so you begged him through your eyes as both of you were driven closer to the edge with each of his thrusts.

"Please. Please let me come.", you said and it sounded almost inaudible. Daemon sensed that he had fucked you deep into submission and you were nothing but a whining mess by now and suddenly he felt the need to take care of his needy wife rather than degrading you even further so he leaned down to kiss you gently.

"Don't worry, love. You were so amazing for me. I'll let you come. I'll let you soak my cock with your juices." You felt yourself getting teary eyes from feeling so small and now you just wanted Daemon to be close to you so you squirmed as he still had your wrists pinned above your head and your husband understood and actually let go of you.

"It's alright.", he purred. "Relax and let go."

And you did. With one last tight circle around your pearl you felt your insides tense and this warm overwhelming feeling spread all throughout your body. It was an amazing high and you had your eyes widened as pleasure washed over you. His name left your lips over and over again and then Daemon released as well. His seed filled your cunt and he thrusted deep inside of you to make sure it wouldn't drip out. He moaned and closed his eyes and collapsed on top of you.

You both panted heavily trying to recover from the exhausion and then after a while he rolled off you. You immediately reached out to him though and Daemon knew that you needed him close to you now so he pulled you to his bare chest.

"Shhh.", he whispered feeling you breathe fastly against him and soothingly ran a hand over your back and side. "Did so good for me, little girl… ", he said his voice nothing more than a whisper. He held you like this for a while so the both of you could collect yourselves but then he lightly patted your hip.

"I need to get you cleaned, love." You hummed in dissatisfaction wanting nothing more than to fall asleep now next to him.

"I'm sorry, but it's important. Come on, love." Slowly and with a deep frown you lifted yourself and looked at Daemon who had his eyebrows raised. "It's not gonna take long and afterwards I'll cuddle you to sleep, I promise."

You couldn't help but smile with big eyes and he pulled you towards him and guided you off the bed. There was a pot filled with warm water that Daemon had asked the servants to prepare for him every night because there weren't many nights when you were able to take your hands off each other and your husband didn't have the desire to ask a servant to bring water to clean yourselves with every evening so he had ordered them to prepare in advance. It wasn't burning hot anymore but it wouldn't be umcomfortable so Daemon guided you to sit on a chair while he dipped a warm cotton cloth in the water.

"Spread your legs, love.", he whispered and his voice made your head dizzy. You obeyed and he brought the cloth between your legs to clean your cunt. You twitched a little because you were sore and swolled so your husband ran his other hand over your thigh to calm you. Then, when he was finished Daemon removed it from between your legs and took care of himself. He cleaned his cock and after he had put the towels on a shelf so the servants could take them in the morrow Daemon turned to you again and had a soft smile on his face which made your heart flutter. His arms wrapped around your back and he carefully picked you up from the chair. He walked the two of you back to the bed and gently laid you down on your side while crawling to lay on his'.

The rogue prince kept his promise and reached out to pull you to him and you croached against him. You felt so safe like this with his arms holding you and his body covering and protecting you from everything else. His nose was pressed into your dark hair and his hands caressed your still burning skin.

"My sweet girl.", he whispered well aware that it was what you needed after a night like this. He had degraded you, talked down to you and now he made sure to treat you with affection and love.

"You're my sunshine, never forget this alright?" You nodded against him and he gently put his hand to your cheek to turn your head so you were looking at him.

"I love you, darling. You're everything to me." Your mouth was drawn to a smile and Daemon leaned down to kiss you.

"I'll always protect you and make sure you're safe and happy."

"I love you too, Daemon.", you whispered quietly and rested your cheek on his strong chest again. You closed your eyes filled with content and happiness. You loved him and you loved his tender and caring side just as much as his rough and dominant one. This was exactly the perfect mixture because while he fucked you you liked him to be mean and commanding but afterwards…. You melted in his arms and loved hearing his sweet words whispered in your ear. Only for you to hear.

"Sleep, love. You need to rest now and I promise you that I'll hold you all night and all nights to come."

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proffbon · 1 year ago

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Putting these four in the room and watching what happens

#anri tries to convert marazhai to his murder cult #violence ensues #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 1 #baldur's gate 2 #dorn il khan #gorion's ward #proffbon oc anri #yes that's a color swapped poe portrait #warhammer 40k rogue trader #warhammer 40000 rogue trader #rogue trader #marazhai #marazhai aezyrraesh #von valancius #proffbon oc marn von valancius

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hecateprime · 1 month ago

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Did a quest for Cassia one of the rogue trader followers and her telling me that she's glad to have me as friend made me to make this post

#warhammer #warhammer rogue trader #warhammer oc: Hestia Dorn #Rogue Trader: Cassia #Hestia sees Cassia as a sister and is very protective of Cassia #Hestia lost her sister Saskia when the hersey broke out cant blame her #Hestia cant stand being on the imperium after what happened #she still has her brothers

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writingsofwesteros · 3 months ago

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Daemon’s daughter with her irreverent attitude. Her daddy always spoils her and gives her everything she could want. She’ll have to marry for politics, but only her father will get to sire her children. She goes to Dorne on her dragon with her womb stuffed full of Daemon’s cum.

Her father visits her often, admiring the sinfully thin silks she wears that show off the pebbled nipples of her breasts already swelling with milk. Few think much of it when the Rogue Prince touches his daughter’s growing stomach and kisses below her ear. His cock is already stirring at the thought of giving her another child after this one comes.

THE HOTTEST!!!

Oh she is so happy in Dorne thank you very much; the style and heat working wonders on her.

Daemon greeting her after being away for months; a kiss too close to her soft, plump lips as her sweet, ample breasts are pushed against his chest.

#daemon hot thots

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fantasybabygirlslutsworld · 8 months ago

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The Prophecy - 1

As said before, the celebration for Princess Mariana Targaryen's birth was indeed considered as the most lavish one happened in a decade.

All the lords of westeros and free cities came to king's landing to see the newborn Targaryen and participate in the hunting and tourneys conducted in the princess's honour.

A welcome feast was prepared for welcoming the lords and ladies staying at the palace.

The whole Targaryen family were sitting in a long table facing the lords with King Jaehaerys in the middle. Queen Alysanne sat on her husband's right side while Crown Prince Baelon sat on his left. His son Prince Viserys and his wife Princess Aemma sat beside him while Princess Rhaenys and her husband sat next to the Queen .

Prince Daemon was seen speaking with some lords from Lys and volantis. Recently,the young Prince had started to trade with the wealthy lords of the free cities.

Prince Baelon thought it would be a good experience for him but both the King and the Queen didn't think so as there was still raising tensions after the death of Prince Aemon Targaryen. Some lords of Lys and Braavos might have helped Dorne even though it is not proven by anyone.

Lord Rickon Stark of Winterfell had gifted books about the old gods and various dresses made of a wolf's fur hunted by him and his entourage to the little princess. He brought along his five summers past son,Cregan Stark, who curiously looked at the princess lying in the Queen's arms.

" Thank you , Lord Stark. It was nice to see all the lords gathered up for this occasion. " Queen Alysanne remarked . With all the festivities, the palace is looking very lively than ever.

" Then, you would be perplexed seeing the gift prepared by House Lannister,your grace"

Lord Lannister said while shoving past the Lord of Winterfell. He presented a necklace huge enought to be worn by an adult made of pure gold along with other ornaments. All the jewels resembled the lannister sigil - a Lion or silks in lannister red. Even though the gifts were harmless , the intent was apparent that lord lannister was hoping to arrange a betrothal to one of his sons. Mayhaps, the Lord had thought by being the first in line for the hand of the one day old Targaryen princess may guarantee them an upper hand.

" We thank you for this wonderful gifts , Lord Lannister. I am sure my granddaughter can wear them when she becomes a lady which will 16 summers from now"

Prince Viserys chuckled while Princess Aemma's smile tightened. She didn't want to think about her daughter's marriage only a day after her birth.

The King and Prince Baelon all had similar reactions in their faces whereas Princess Rhaenys sighed next to her husband. This was the fate expected of a Targaryen Princess - she can either marry one of her family member out of love like late Princess Alyssa or be some lady to one of the lords in westeros like late Lady Daella Arryn .

While thinking about this , the members of House Targaryen didn't seem to notice a dark aura emitting from the rogue prince . His usually hot blood was boiling even higher at Lord Lannister's apparent intent . He want to cross over to his table and strangle him and his twin sons to death so that they may never think of his niece again.

However , if he want to kill every lord and heirs who were having intent of a betrothal to his niece , then Westeros won't have any lords anymore by the time he finishes his rampage.

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Aside from that moment , the celebration went smoother with other lords gifting jewels, dresses and various land deeds for the princess.

For the next week, the royal tourney was held in the princess's honor. Several knights across Westeros had came to participate in the jousting contest.

The winner was obviously Prince Daemon Targaryen who had beaten against the heir of house tyrell who had broken his left arm . All the ladies who are of marriagiable age seem to lean closer towards him hoping to be crowned as his Queen of love and beauty.

With everyone's gaze turned on him , the Prince went to the royal stand in his horse . As if reading his mind ,Princess Aemma slowly went near the stands with the Princess in her arms.

" As befitted for her , Princess Mariana Targaryen will be my Queen of Love and Beauty today."

Prince Daemon proudly said while looking at his niece. He carefully placed the crown made up of dragon's breath on her head. The Princess was also curiously looking at him with the same intensity.

Everyone in the arena cheered as Princess Aemma displayed Princess Mariana to the crowd. Although they expected the Prince to offer the crown to a lady of a respectable House , it was acceptable for the Prince give it to his niece.However, everyone didn't seem to notice the possessiveness glinting in the Rogue Prince's eyes.

In the evening, a small celebration was held in the honor of the tourney's winner . As Prince Daemon was the winner, the royal family also attended the celebration.

The said Prince could be seen mingling with his fellow knights in the garden . While all of the sudden , Prince Baelon came to his side .

" Congratulations, son . Your mom and I are proud of you . " Even after his sister-wife's death , Crown Prince Baelon didn't remarry anyone. He still believes that she was always present near him.

" Thank you, Father. The fights were rather easy enough that I can close my eyes and still win every knights" Prince Daemon mocked his opponents .

" When I look at her eyes and hair , I see your mother in her , Daemon . It is like Alyssa had reborn again ." Prince Baelon said with pure sorrow in his eyes.

" Indeed she is , father." Prince Daemon said while looking at the sleeping form of his niece in her mother's arms.

In the future, Princess Mariana would cherish this day by being told by her Septa and maids .

Part 5

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unsuperingyournatural · 1 month ago

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solara

Oberyn Martell x Lannister Wife!Reader

The heat of the Dorne sun had finally begun to wane, leaving a warm, gentle breeze that swept through the palace gardens. The scent of jasmine and wildflowers lingered in the air, mingling with the crisp, earthy scent of the stone paths beneath your feet. The faint sound of water trickling from the nearby fountains created a soothing melody, calming your mind as you walked alone, lost in the beauty of the evening.

Alone, for now.

Your husband, Tyrion Lannister, was inside the palace with Prince Doran Martell, locked in negotiations behind closed doors. Tywin Lannister had sent him to secure a stronger alliance with Dorne—one forged not just in words but in marriage bonds and promises of power. You had come as a gesture of goodwill, the Lannister wife meant to soften relations and prove that this marriage, however unwanted, was binding.

But there was no love between you and Tyrion. You both knew that.

It was a marriage of duty, not devotion, and it had never been consummated. He had never asked it of you, and you had never offered. He spent more time drinking than lying beside you, and when his thoughts drifted elsewhere, you knew precisely where they went—to your handmaiden who you had left behind in King’s Landing. He loved her, though he would never dare say it outright. But you had seen it in his eyes, in the way his fingers trembled around his wine cup when he thought no one was watching.

It was a quiet arrangement, one neither of you spoke of. You played the part of his wife in public, and in return, he gave you freedom where he could. And here, in Dorne, where the air was thick with spice and honeyed wine, where the sun kissed the skin of everyone it touched, you felt that freedom more than ever.

And from the moment you arrived, you had felt Oberyn Martell’s gaze on you.

He had watched you with open interest as you and Tyrion entered the palace, his dark eyes sharp with amusement and intrigue. He had greeted you with a slow, knowing smile, his gaze dragging over you in a way that sent heat crawling up your spine. Unlike the other nobles, who masked their curiosity behind polite words and measured glances, Oberyn made no effort to hide it.

That night, in the privacy of your shared chamber, Tyrion had poured himself a heavy goblet of wine and sighed before speaking.

“You need to be careful,” he had murmured, swirling the deep red liquid in his cup.

You had turned to him, feigning ignorance. “Careful of what?”

Tyrion had scoffed, though there was little humor in it. “Oberyn.” He took a slow sip of his wine before setting it down with a quiet thud. “He is a rogue, known for his… pleasured pursuits of the flesh. That alone would be reason for concern, but it is not his most dangerous quality.” His eyes found yours, sober despite the drink. “He loathes my father. He blames him for his sister’s death, for his niece’s and nephew’s murders. I do not doubt he is right. But the fact remains that he would take great joy in making a fool of a Lannister—any Lannister.” He exhaled, leaning back in his chair. “I do not doubt he would enjoy bedding one, too, if only to say he had.”

You had smiled then, a small thing, dismissive yet careful. “You worry too much, husband.”

Tyrion had studied you for a long moment, his sharp mind always attuned to what was left unsaid. Then, with a tired shake of his head, he had muttered, “I doubt that.”

You had not argued. But that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, his warning lingered in your mind.

And Oberyn had made his interest known at every opportunity since.

The way he sought you out during meals, offering honeyed fruits with a lingering touch to your fingers. The way he let his gaze settle on you just a bit too long, his amusement evident whenever he caught you noticing. The way his words danced along the edge of propriety, teasing, testing, daring.

And now, here in the garden, he had found you once again.

“Lost in thought, Lady Lannister?”

The voice came from behind you, smooth and velvety, laced with just a hint of mischief.

You stopped in your tracks, a small shiver racing down your spine. You could already feel him before you turned to face him, the electricity in the air that seemed to spark every time his gaze met yours.

When you did turn, you found him standing near the stone archway, leaning casually against the column, his dark eyes glinting in the fading light. A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as though he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

“I was simply admiring the flowers,” you said, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. You glanced toward the blooming plants, anything to avoid meeting his intense gaze for too long.

He chuckled softly, clearly unconvinced. “Admiring the flowers, hmm? There is little in this world I would believe less, my lady.”

You smiled, but it was more a reflex than anything genuine. “And what is it that you would believe, my prince?”

Oberyn took a step toward you, his smirk never leaving his face. “I believe,” he said, his voice lowering just a touch, “that you admire things far more dangerous than flowers.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you refused to be the one to back away first. “Perhaps... your audacity,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Oberyn let out a soft laugh, low and rich. “You do not know half of it, sweet lady.”

His fingers brushed against your cheek, the touch so featherlight it sent a shiver racing through you. His thumb barely ghosted over your skin before he let his hand fall away.

“You are a dangerous thing yourself,” he murmured. “Caged by a name that does not suit you.”

The words struck something deep within you. A name that does not suit you. You hesitated, searching his gaze, and then, before you could stop yourself, you asked, “What name would suit me, then?”

Oberyn’s expression brightened, delighted by the challenge. “Something wild,” he mused. “Something unburdened by duty. A name that tastes like wine on the tongue and leaves a mark like a lover’s kiss.” He studied you for a long moment, then declared, “Solara. A name meant for the sun. For warmth and fire. For someone meant to shine, not to be kept in the shadows of lions.”

You barely had time to let the name settle in your mind before his hand lifted once more, this time cupping your jaw, tilting your chin up ever so slightly.

“And what would Solara do,” he murmured, “if I kissed her?”

Your heart pounded against your ribs. You should have pulled away. Should have stopped this before it went any further.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t move at all.

Oberyn took your silence for what it was—permission.

His lips met yours in a slow, intoxicating kiss, tasting of wine and something far more dangerous. His hand at your jaw tightened, tilting your face up further as he deepened it, his tongue sweeping against yours in a way that left no doubt as to what he wanted.

And you let him.

You melted into him, let his heat consume you, let the fire he promised in his words ignite something in you that had long been dormant.

Oberyn Martell always got what he wanted.

And tonight, the fire he spoke of would consume you both.

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