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How would Maegor react if his wife gives him a son but the son has all her features? Maegor knows that she couldn’t have cheated on him since he had her locked up the whole time.

Maegor hadn’t given much thought to his newborn son’s features, that was until he heard the rumors and gossip floating about in court.

He had taken many wives and waited many years for a child of his own and now that his darling wife has given birth to a healthy babe, and not just any babe but a son, at that. People wanted to whisper that it wasn’t his.

His son barely left his arms as his dear wife rested and recovered from the strenuous birth. He took the infant with him to small council meetings and to the throne room and everywhere he went he heard the horrible whispers.

“That boy is no Targaryen.”

“They call him Maegor The Cruel, but if he truly believes that to be his son he deserves the title of Maegor The Fool.”

“I always knew that wife was a whore. She probably entertains her guards and servants when the king is away.”

At first, Maegor had thought he would let the rumors pass. The people would live in the Red Keep were like vultures and when another scandal came around they’d latch onto that but by the time his son was sitting up and giggling, the rumors had not abated.

Maegor knew the child was his. No, the little boy didn’t resemble him, but his dear wife was always in her chambers with the doors locked when Maegor wasn’t in there. For her safety, of course. She couldn’t have been able to take anyone else to bed. On top of all of that, as the little boy grew, the more he resembled his mother.

Maegor obviously would have preferred his son and heir to resemble him, to show off the might and power of the Targaryens but when he looked into his child’s wide eyes and smiling face, Maegor couldn’t help but be glad that he had a healthy and happy child.

Maegor had nearly learned to ignore the whispers of the court until his wife started to leave her chambers. After she had given him a healthy and living heir, Maegor had only thought it was right to allow her to leave her rooms for a few hours during the day. His dear wife was always a sensitive woman and as soon as she caught wind of the rumors she immediately went to her husband. Begging him not to believe them. She had sobbed to her husband that her son was his and that the Ladies and Lords at court had no idea what they were talking about.

Maegor had only kissed her forehead and told her that he knew. The next day, Maegor had made sure to seat himself on the iron throne with his son of four moons wiggling in his arms as he called for everyone to come to the throne room. It was there that he declared that anyone who dared speak slanderous words about his dear wife and heir to the throne would have their head on a pike for all to see.

He went to his wife after that and handed her their son. Their son who was the spitting image of his mother. She smiled at him for defending her and their little boy. That night, Maegor had made sure to go to her chambers and spill his seed inside of her for the first time since she gave birth.

While he loved his son, he needed more children, and despite having other wives, they had yet to present him with a child of his own. It was only his dear wife who had bore him a child and hopefully the children that Maegor was sure would come would have more Targaryen features.

Hi there :)

It’s just to give you some news about the future fictions I’m writing. And see if you’d like to read them.

There are two on Daemon.

In the first, the summary is "If before Rhea Royce, there was Y/n, the only one that Daemon really liked/loved."

The second fic would be that he would enamored a lady in waiting from Queen Aemma but she would not be receptive to his advances (poetry, songs, ...)

Anyway, I’m still working on it.

Leave your opinions, don’t be afraid I don’t bite:)

Part 7 of Breathe everything will be fine"

Summary: King's Landing isn't the same as it used to be.  

Pairing: Daemon x chubby reader  

Warning: English is not my mother tongue, if mistakes go by mistake, I’m sorry, I would correct them. 

King’s Landing had always seemed welcoming to you, perhaps it was due to your desire to see Daemon again, or was it due to the festivities that you participated as a spectator.  

Yet, as time passed, the city seemed to lose its lustre.  

The first visit was when the king was summoned. That day, you and Daemon had arrived on the back of Caraxes, seeing the city of heaven was spectacular, by the size of the city or its architecture, Daemon made you touch the great seven of Baelor and the towers of the Red Keep, he liked how you stood in the saddle, How your eyes were shining, smiling. When you arrived at the castle, the atmosphere was quite different, you could feel the tension increased the deeper you went into the castle.  

The sun passed through the windows of the throne room, you stood beside Daemon, holding his hand, this time not to try to calm him, but to reassure you. Reassure you of the future confrontation. If in Dragonstone, you felt safe, knowing very well that Caraxes would have toasted the least risk. At Red Keep, it was very different, the knights were numerous and although you trust Daemon, they were far too many for him. 

The room was filled only with your parents, Sir Reinfrid and Geubert, Lord Stark and his wife, King Viserys and the queen. Lord Hightower was also present, at the king’s side, and one last arrival was the priest who celebrated your marriage. You didn’t really have a «good» memory in this place, the last time you went there was by force, Daemon covered in blood. Looking around you, you could see your mother’s closed face, your father’s furious gaze, worried Sir Reinfrid, Lord Stark and his wife had thrown you a light supportive smile. Viserys seemed to be torn by several emotions as his gaze changed. As for Aemma, she seemed serene, she illuminated the room with her presence. Lord Hightower on the contrary seemed to be a snake ready to attack at the slightest possibility, by his posture or his look.  

At any moment, the conflict threatened to explode, the tension in the air was more than palpable. Your father was the first to break the silence.  

"What have you done to my daughter?"  

«Nothing she didn’t want» Daemon was smirking. Watching your father who seemed to become increasingly angry.  

“Father, I chose to follow him.” You were looking at your father with your head straight.  

“You followed him knowing what we thought!” 

“Your judgment was obscured by your vision of Daemon.”  

“Our judgment was right. What makes you think he won’t let you go when the time comes!”   

 Daemon could see that your father had not changed anything since the previous months. He knew you had to talk to your parents, it is true that it would have been more appropriate to do so in private, but the show was worth it, it was contained that Viserys weighed the pros and cons of your union.  

“Nothing. Only time and fate can tell.” You looked at your mother. "Mother, more than once you have given me your support, that I would find someone who would suit me. I don’t want to be cold with you, I love Daemon and I love you.”  

Your mother remained silent, your father did not believe what he heard.  

“Lady Y/h/n…” Viserys had just spoken before being interrupted by Daemon.  

“Targaryen. She became Targaryen by our union. Don’t forget brother.”  

“Targaryen… Rather consanguin…” Your father had blown away the name of this house.  

“Watch your words Lord Y/h/n.” Otto’s voice was calm but rigid. 

Viserys breathed a sigh, it was true that your father had trouble with the Targaryen family, from as far as he could remember, your family was not the most merciful towards their home. That’s one of the many reasons Viserys didn’t want Daemon to get close to you.   

“Lady Y/n, your union with my brother has created tensions between our families.”   

“True, but…”  

“Your family may disown you. To whom can you take refuge the day my brother ties you?”  

“Stark House will always be a support to Lady Y/n, whether it be Y/h/n or Targaryen.” Lord Stark had just taken the floor.  

“You can’t formalize their unions?!” Your father spoke again.  

“I would not receive an order from you Lord Y/h/n.”  

Several hours passed, the conflict continued, Daemon began to lose serious patience. Sir Geubert and Reinfrid were present as witnesses of past events, The priest spoke in high Valyrian, you did not understand much, you thought that one day you would learn it as much for yourself but also to have discussions with Daemon, understand what some servants say and be able to compliment Caraxes. Aemma remained silent and watched you, from time to time she spoke in Viserys' ear. Your father’s words were getting more and more hurtful. To the breaking point. He had just reached the point of no return. With tears in your eyes you watched how he shouted his words.   

“I wish I had a son instead of that big sow girl! We never would have had these problems!”  

You understood that your father’s judgment was bogged down in his anger towards the Targaryen but that could not forgive his words. You felt Daemon stiffen, ready to attack verbally or physically. Lord Stark put a hand on your shoulder trying to reassure you. What surprised everyone was your mother’s reaction. Your father continued to spit out his anger but was cut off when he was slapped.  

“You shame me. Insulting our own child in this way. It is true that I do not love the prince, but that is not why I am going to humiliate our daughter!"  

“…” Your father was trembling with rage.  

“I never saw you like this, try to see beyond your hatred. She remains our Y/n. If she is happy with the prince and their union is official. I can’t blame her.”  

“Mother…” 

“For several years we have been unable to find her a husband, perhaps the old and new gods have destined them to each other?" She took a deep breath. "The one who brings shame to our family right now is you and only you." Her voice was calm and cold.  

The room was plunged in silence for long minutes. You were more than surprised by the events that had just happened. Your heart was pounding, your hands were getting sweaty from the stress you were under. You did not remember so much who broke the silence first, for several minutes Viserys and Daemon spoke, at the same time Sir Geubert and Reinfrid and the priest were able to leave the throne room.   

The words of Queen Aemma came from your mind.  

“Welcome to the family Y/n, I hope that past events will not disturb our future relationships.”  

The queen had approached Daemon and you could feel sincerity in her words, she extended her hand in your direction, you took her and squeezed her back. A weight you did not know was lifted from your shoulders, you replied that it was the same for you. 

Your stay at King’s Landing lasted a week, during which time you would get closer to Queen Aemma, spending several afternoons in her presence, most often in the gardens.  

Daemon when he was not at your side was trying to get closer to Viserys, more to be able to eject Otto from his king’s hand post, than out of real pure desire to get closer to Viserys. The king offered several posts to Daemon who refused them.  

Even when he returned to Dragonstone, Viserys had proposed to Daemon to remain in the capital, that it did Aemma good to have a company other than the servants and lady in waiting. But Daemon did not want you to be belittled as a companion, you were his wife, his future queen at the time of taking the throne at the time desired. He preferred to stay away from the castle and his brother.  

There were few visits to King’s Landing, the real visits were made during rare tournaments, or at the request of the queen with whom you corresponded by letters. This kept a connection with the royal family, while on your side with Daemon, you decided to settle in Dragonstone, although Viserys was reticent. This did not mean that you lived a purely homely life, no, you enjoyed travelling, whether in Westeros or in the remote lands. For long weeks you are away from Westeros, from their worries.  

The only real return to Westeros was for Aemma’s last pregnancy, which was complicated, and the queen had sent a letter asking for your presence. Daemon at first reticent had accepted under your insistence, he understood that you were worried about the queen. 

Your arrival took place in secrecy, neither you nor Daemon wanted bluster from the court. Viserys seemed in such a good mood that he had requested the preparation of a tournament for the birth of his future child.  

“This may become a tradition…”  

“What are you talking about?” Daemon turned his face in your direction.  

“To find ourselves in the throne room just arrived at the castle.”  

“When I am king, you will like to come here.”  

Daemon was standing in front of the throne, at the top of the steps, he sat there, with a smile on his face.  

“I am sure my queen will not resist sitting down with her king.”  

A heat slowly invade your body, although it’s been a few years since you were married, you were still reacting to Daemon’s flirtation. Approaching him, you ascended the steps, gently raising the bottom of your black dress with corset embroidered with carmine red threads, slightly reminiscent of the scales of dragons.  

Daemon placed his hands against your bounced hips, bringing you as close as possible to him, at the risk of knocking you down. 

A maiden’s voice brought you out of your intimacy. Rhaenyra had just entered the throne room. You didn’t have much connection with the girl, due to your rare visits. Something about her made you a little uncomfortable. You didn’t know what. But on that day, it was not only Rhaenyra that made you uncomfortable, it was the whole castle, the whole city, like the calm before the storm, something was going to happen. Something you didn’t know but was going to seal the fate of Westeros, the destiny of the Targaryen.  

The death of Queen Aemma is only the beginning.  

Translation:   

My love/ Issa jorrāelagon  

Author’s note: thank you for reading this part of “Breathe everything will be fine”, this part is a little thinner than the previous ones, it turns out that I was lost in what I wanted to implant there. I am open to any proposal for a possible addition to this fiction otherwise I think this will be the last part. Do not hesitate to leave a comment, good or bad I am taker. Really . Anything 

ik you haven't really but NEVER apologise for writing the reader as plus size/chubby/fat, 90% of x readers are catering to skinny people even without saying so. I've read countless fics advertised as something with a completely neutral reader only for the author to throw in something about a slim body, skinny thighs or ribs that show 🙄

Hello,🙂

I will Never apologise for writing the reader as plus size/chubby/fat. And if i have done it, it was a mistake of mine.

I am a chubby/plus size person and i wanted to write fanfictions as it was hard to find them, and i find some joy to write them, as it's first, clean my head for others fanfictions, and two, if with what i write i can made peoples happy, then it's made me happy

And even if i don't describe the reader, in my mind it's alway a chubby/plus size/fat personne, the only thing i try my best to do. It's to have the more peoples been able to read it, no matter their skin color, because we all chubby/plus size/fat peoples can have fanfictions of the characters that we love 💕❤️

If you want to talk more about this, you can sens another ask, i will respond quicker this time

Hey, dear! I saw your kinktober list and I wanted to know, can I get 6 and 14 (if I can get more than one) with Daemon x Martell wife reader, please? #martell anon ☀️

Of course, i have made note of it ☺️

9 GWAYNE

Of course, it's noted 🙂

Kinktober 2024

Hello, so in between of the fanfictions i have planned to post.

I have think about the kinktober to work on my way of writing smut/nsfw/kinky fictions. I will try to have each day a post. I have not choice now all the characters in wich day they will appear so if one of you wanted a characters that I write for, for kink. Ask me and i will work on it 🙂

Ps : I will try to write it from 1 to 31 in order. So if there is a day/number that pass and that in this list there is none character been choiced and that I have already write it, you can ask for it and I will try my best to have it post the day after the ask. Two day at max.

(I write for Maegor, Daemon, Baelon, Gwayne, Aegon II and Aemond)

(I write mostly chubby reader, and sometimes i write them neutral)

(Oh and yeah, Minors please do not interact on this please, if you want to read my stuff i have write fanfictions who are not nsfw and are in the masterlist)

So here is the list :

1 : begging (Maegor)

2 : mirror sex (Gwayne, Daemon)

3 : daddy kink (Aemond)

4 : pregnancy (Maegor)

5 : hand jobs

6 : jealousy (Daemon)

7 : shower/bath (Baelon)

8 : anal (Aemond)

9 : sex in public (Gwayne)

10 : hair pulling (Gwayne)

11 : honeymoon (Baelon)

12 : sensory deprivation (Daemon)

13 : threesome (Maegor/Daemon)

14 : Cockwarming (Daemon)

15 : scars (Daemon)

16 : mutual masturbation

17 : size difference (Maegor)

18 : lap dances (Baelon)

19 : glory hole (Maegor)

20 : sex work 

21 : Somnophilia (Gwayne)

22 : mind control 

23 : 69 (Baelon)

24 : double penetration (Maegor, Daemon)

25 : rough (Aemond)

26 : incest (Maegor, Daemon)

27 : face sitting (Maegor)

28 : aftercare (Maegor)

29 : shaving 

30 : spanking (Maegor, Daemon)

31 : masturbation 

Daemyra x vampire AU

If all the nobles and Viserys have to heard one theme song during the burst of reader?

Treachery. The theme of Aizen

But for Daemon?

Or "Can't get enough of your love, babe" from Barry White but at the place of love it would be hate.

Or

You're the first, my last, my everything from Barry White

@avalyaaa

Rage

Daemon x wife reader

Summary: What happens when Daemon’s wife explodes in front of everyone?

Author’s note: hello everyone, it has been several months since I wrote such a long text in such a short time. I reread the first time to correct as many mistakes as possible.

Part 2 will come soon

Tag : @avalyaaa @dc-marvel-girl96

N/h is noble house

Not that Y/n refused the idea of marriage, what she refused was to be forced to marry a stranger living on another continent. Having to make a two-month trip by boat to meet an unknown prince, if for some it would have been a fairy tale, for y/n it was the opposite.

It is true that she could not say that Daemon was ugly physically, but his behavior towards her, was lower than some commoners.

Daemon had refused to meet her, preferring to go around the taverns of King’s Landing. When Y/n heard the news of her future husband’s place of debauchery, she confronted the freshly crowned Viserys, but refrained from saying the bottom of her thoughts.

"Rumor say, that my future husband is in a place of debauchery."

"Oh don’t worry, my dear. Daemon is a man, and a man with desires and needs." Viserys' voice showed his amusement. Under the outraged gaze of Y/n and the gaze of Otto Hightower.

Yes, Otto Hightower, the hand of the king who may be trying to do his job and who understood very well the stakes of the future marriage of Y/n and Daemon.

If Y/n hoped that once married, things would work out. Reality caught up with her.

Whenever it would be at the wedding day, when Daemon looked at her with disdain, or the non-existent wedding night, during which, it was a returning guard from the city who, out of pity, confessed to her that the prince was in one of the most famous brothels and insulted her copiously with all possible words. Daemon showed only disdain towards y/n, and in all this, y/n was alone.

Alone, facing a husband who did not want her and a beautiful family that seemed more tolerating than accepting her in the royal family. Between Viserys who always made excuses for Daemon or mocked the situation, pregnant Aemma that have tried to reassure y/n even if deep down, she knowed that Daemon would not change. Rhaenys who on rare visit, did not even seem to see her. Y/n felt alone, if only the mocking came only from that side. The visiting nobles liked to make fun of her clothes, which were not the latest fashion in Westeros, but represented her kingdom. Y/n hated all the nobles, except the Starks, whom she had never met.

In all this hatred, the most came from the "pimbêche". Noble lady's who took themselves superior while they were pitiful and contemptuous.

Oh and Otto Hightower, how can we forget? Otto dreamed of seeing the marriage of Daemon and Y/n explode, that Daemon is stuck in the kingdom of Y/n and that he can never come back to Westeros. Y/n could understand Otto’s hatred of Daemon, but she didn’t give Otto a spanking, preferring not to become a pawn in the gloomy game taking place on Westeros. The Daemon case being more than enough to give her headaches.

Despite the adversity, y/n remained smiling in front of others, keeping a good figure, at home it was polite to smile softly, which she spanked at all times, even when she dreamed of throwing Daemon from the ramparts of King’s Landing, when she looked away was not due to her shyness, oh no, this technique allowed her not to cast dark glances at the many courtiers.

She could not say how, she was able to keep so calm during the years that followed. Rejected by the nobles, forced to stay in the castle, not to meet Daemon in the streets of the city. Alone against all.

5 years, it took 5 long years...

This day haved to be a day of celebration for whatever reason Viserys found good.

In the morning, the servants of Y/ n had helped her to prepare, her dress was made of a gold thread woven self, allowed to be both light and show the richness of its origins. Whether it was her accessories or the style of her hair. Everything reminded her of her home, her family, because here. That was all she had left.

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The atmosphere was heavy, Y/n standing with a glass of wine in her hand, watching the show before her eyes.

Daemon a glass of wine in hand, whispered in the hollow ear of a blushing servant.

Viserys spoking with Lord Corlys, or rather, talked about everything and nothing so, as not to leave Corlys talking of the problems of the kingdom.

Aemma stood beside a very young Rhaenyra, a septa not far from them. Several lords looked at y/n with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Their wives had gathered in a pack of chatterboxes, barely discreet.

"Did you see her outfit?"

"She must think that Daemon will see her."

"Or a guard..."

"She look like a slut..."

"A wild one..."

"All of them are savages."

That someone insulted her was one thing. Daemon liked to call her "My little wildling" while smiling sneakily and with a mocking voice, but that someone dares to insult her people was the breaking point.

No one could have known which was the quickest, between the glass of wine throwing at Lady Lannister or the scream of Y/n.

"Don’t insult my people, you scoundrel!"

All the people present were silent on the shots, looking in the direction of Y/n, under the shock.

"You think yourself superior to me, my people and even yours when you are just a good snake, only good at to bear children. Children who are not of your husband." Lady Lannister blushed, trying to answer but was prevented. " Oh don’t play the innocent, everyone knows you like to copulate with your husband’s guards."

Y/n pointed finger lady n/h.

"And you. You dare to make fun of my outfits while yours are made fun of by your so-called friends behind your back." One tried to escape. " Don’t move! You think you’re trying to run away?! Oh no, not today. You think yourself so superior when you know nothing about my kingdom, and how dangerous it is for Westeros."

All the nobles were put back in their places, before Y/n moved towards the Targaryen.

"Oh, you think you’re out of reach?" Y/n laughs falsely. "Viserys. King of the trash. You play deaf and blind. Not wanting to listen to the problems of your kingdom. How do you want to reign when you are not even able to put back in place your own brother. I wouldn’t be surprised if your reign ended in war."

Although Daemon did not like someone to attack his brother, he could not be against the facts. When the eyes filled with rage and hatred of y/n landed on him, he was taken with a shiver, his pants begin to seem a little small. So... this was the true nature of his wife.

"And you! Dear husband. You are the worst of all. You are a pig packing in noble fabrics. Unable to consume your own marriage, unable to talk with your own wife! Unable to show an ounce of curiosity! How can you ascend to the throne when you are no better than the most disgusting of the people in this city?!"

And so it was that the beginning, all the worst actions of Daemon were brought to light, indicating that y/n knew everything.

"Today you will behave like the husband who is destined for me." She pointed towards a door leading to the many corridors of the castle. " My chamber. Now."

She did not raise her voice, and under the surprise of all, Daemon began to walk quickly in the direction of command.

Not Wanted part 3

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x chubby fem reader  

Summary: What a surprise it was to run into Daemon in this tavern.  

Trigger warning: English is not my mother tongue, I am sorry if mistakes are going through my correction, I will correct them.

Author’s note: Y/s/n = Your servant name  

Y/f/n = your father name  

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There he was, siting. You were face to face. Your heart throbbed, your blood pouring into your whole body. Your breath seemed to be trapped in your lungs and throat. Daemon was looking at you with a sweet smirk on his lips. He could see your reaction, but he couldn’t see your internal reaction.  

Inside you, your mind ran in all directions, you never could have imagined seeing it, here, in this tavern, even less during the day. What was he doing there? You were trying to stay calm, keep your breath down.  

He was the first to answer  

"Keep my mouth?"  

The tone of his voice was not harsh or angry, but rather amused. His voice seemed hypnotized to you, the environment around you no longer existed. Until this bubble burst at your realization. But what happens to me?  

"Yes, it is not very courteous to speak like that."  

"It is not a proper place for a lady, especially without a knight on her side." He smirk, but the tone of her voice was most serious.  

He hit the nail  

"I am not alone."  

He looked at your maid, his smirk grown bigger, a small laugh, out of his mouth, he shook his head gently spanking his long silver hair.  

"A servant will not serve you against bandits. Unless you are an expert in handling fabrics and needles."  

Even if you were to contradict him, he was right, she would be as helpless as you in the event of a bandit attack. You sighed softly, but did not lower your eyes.  

All of a sudden, you were worried if your dad found out you were sneaking out, although for your dad you were a jerk, disobeying him was going to lead to the beating you didn’t want to imagine. You shivered despite the heat of the tavern.  

"Will you bring it back?" 

Daemon watched your body language, your pupils widen, the fact that you curl slightly. You looked like an animal who was hunter and in front of an imminent and not visible danger. Time seemed to have become slow, so slow that it seemed to have stopped.  

"No, I see no interest, or benefit."  

Daemon was serious, his voice more posed and less playful, he smiled more mockingly. You let go of the breath you were holding, the tension of your whole body dissipated, you felt relieved although a slight fear, although reduced, remained in the depths of your mind.  

Your servant could see the tension that had settled, slowly fades, to help, she made the decision to change conversation and focus on you and ordering your meal.  

"Oh that’s right... "  

You think for a few seconds asking for a dish that contained what you enjoyed eating and that could please your servant, throwing a glance at her, to confirm if she was willing to eat it. She nodded. You commanded for two people, be it for food and drink. 

When the employer went away with your order, a silence settled at the table, this silence was only a silence of voices, because music came from the opposite side of the tavern. When you looked in the direction where the music was coming from, you could see Daemon, who was wearing the hood of his cape on his head, preventing the people behind him from seeing his silver hair, you were taken aback, he was alone in this tavern, at least seemed to be alone. For a prince, you thought that he would at least be accompanied by a knight not necessarily in bodyguard but at least in reinforcement if the prince was attacked. Perhaps his reinforcements were in the tavern also incognito. Although it seemed more likely that the prince came alone, hence the placement of his hood on his head.  

You didn’t want to keep your eyes on him to avoid being seen as an insistent person or one of the young women who is desperately looking for a man. So yes you found him more than charming, but no you did not want to pass for crazy.  

In the distance, from the oak counter, an employee differs from the one who took your order, walked zigzagging between the tables, arriving at yours. He brought a jug and a goblet in a gesture, he laid it all before Daemon. When the prince poured the contents of the jug you could see wine coming out, raising an eyebrow you could contain your reflection.  

Daemon looked at you and smiled in the corner, almost amused by your reflection. He let out a small mocking laugh. If the prince seemed to take your words well, your servant had become tense, giving you alert looks, trying to make you understand that you had to apologize for your words. You cast an inquiring glance at her, you did not see the evil in your words, a small battle of glance began, you were both winning and losing, for not apologizing, she did it in your place.  

"Wine that looks like dog urine, but not enough to drink?" 

"I am sorry, my prince, for my mistress’s behavior and word." She bowed her head in respect.  

"You can just as well shout." You looked harshly at your servant, your whispered words directed at her." Don’t forget that we can’t get caught."  

It is true that you had been dry and direct, but you refused to be punished on your return and even more so that your return would be faster if one of the knights of your house were in this tavern and recognized you. You were never harsh towards your servant, she was the closest person to a friend than anyone else in your home. You’ll talk to him later.  

"Oh yes... the rumors." It was Daemon.  

"What rumors?" His words questioned you.  

"The ones that say you’d be mistreated by your alcoholic father."  

Daemon had hit home. You avoided wincing at his words. Your father was finally more famous than you could have imagined, if even a Targaryen had heard the rumors.  

The prince drank a sip of his wine before continuing to speak.  

"An alcoholic asshole, I’m surprised to see you here, not under his yoke."  

"If I don’t start living now, I’ll never do it. Not once marry the man he chooses." You sigh.  

This interested Daemon, a lady tired of being the kind second child, envious of freedom. Oh how much could he understand you, much more than anyone else, but unlike you, the fact that he was a man prevented him from getting in trouble, you could live as a woman.  

Your servant was watching what was happening, nervous, hoping that once the dishes were brought, you would eat before leaving for the camp before the end of the game of the day. It was without counting on Daemon’s growing interest in you and your desire to escape.  

If at the arrival of the dishes, the discussion ended as desired Y/s/n the continuation was quite different.  

Daemon came out of the tavern first, long before you finished eating, he had not said a word, you were disappointed, but did not dare to say anything. At the end of your meal, you took out a small purse where some gold and silver coins were stored and you paid.  

Coming out of the tavern in your turn, the sun had slightly dazzled you, you took a few seconds before your eyes adapt to the brightness.  

The street was crowded with people, Y/s/n wrapped his arm around the hold so as not to lose you. You walked towards the main street, taking the time to look at the clothes of the people, the dresses were not in the style of your region, they were much simpler, the pomp of the nobles, gave them quite a charm. What the sun’s rays seemed to bring out. 

During a blockade in the street, where several people seemed to fight for something and had ended up blocking the street because of the crowd of spectators observing the situation. In the distance you could hear the cries of the people, then suddenly the cries were less until a crowd movement. Your heart and your breath began to accelerate. The cries had given way to a fight that was becoming widespread. The tinsel of armor was heard in less than two minutes. As you were about to be hit by a city guard, someone grabbed you by your free arm, made you step back, and stumbled on your steps.  

A hand came over your mouth, you looked around as much as you could. The back of your head was against a person’s chest/shoulder, you could feel the movement of the person’s breath, even feel the person’s breath against your cheek. Your gaze crossed Y/s/n, his gaze reflected his fear and growing panic. You could feel the blood pulsating in your temples, to the frenetic rhythm of your heart, a cold sweat running along your back.  

By trying to calm down, you could focus on the smell of the person holding you. It was a mixture of leather, grass from a bath, and burning coal, as well as a small smell of wine when the man began to speak your ear.  

"A young woman inclined to freedom, but not to her own safety."  

You recognized that voice, though you only heard it a few times. That voice... heard less than an hour before. A voice you wanted him to continue to speak to you. Some silver streak only confirmed your intuition. He released your mouth when he felt you relax.  

"Prince Daemon? ..."  

You turned in his direction, surprised, your pride shouted at you to answer him in a scathing way, but your spirit told you to be posed, while your heart howled incoherent things.  

"Fair lady, this city can be dangerous, not as dangerous as King’s Lading but feel no doubt much more than your city." 

But he was not wrong, this crowd movement, was nothing compared to an attack of bandits. Whatever you were in the middle of the day, in a street full of people, where the guards reacted quickly, rare were the attacks of bandits in such conditions.  

"Thank you... for stopping us from being pushed by the guards." You had to admit, you’d rather be shot at the prince than pushed by guards.  

Daemon smiles in the corner, seeing you thank him, your look avoiding him. He had interviewed your eyes in the tavern, and now that you were avoiding him, he had made it his mission to make you look at him.  

"Have you visited the whole city?"  

"No..." You didn’t have time to answer him.  

"No, we must return to the encampment as soon as possible, before Lord Y/f/n returns, and discovers that we are not present."  

Your servant had cut you off, you were irritating, you knew your father, with the day of the game, he would come home late at night and completely drunk, which means that he would not notice, your absence, even Sir Percival, was not at your bedside, Your father had ordered him to stay with him, thinking that you would stay in your tent. Sir Percival would not see your disappearance until your father was asleep in his tent.  

Daemon looked at your servant, she bored her to the highest point. Her black eyes, made her shut up and looked towards the ground. If she was familiar with your kindness, she would not suffer the wrath of a prince, a Targaryen prince in addition. 

Your side of the was measuring the pros and cons, to know if you stayed to go around the city with the prince, if he agreed, or you would come back now and reduce your chances of future boredom, due to your little escapade.  

For:  

"You discovered the city and were not locked up in your tent."  

-Chances of spending the afternoon with Daemon.  

-If you were with him, the opportunity to ask him questions.  

"If the prince liked you, it would reduce the chances of your father correcting you."  

Against:  

"Your father’s reaction if he finds you missing."  

-Be in your tent until the games are over.  

-To be forced to marry a horrible stranger... Oh yes it is true, it was already the case, feel your exit quietly.  

-Let your father learn of your sneaking out with Daemon, who already has his reputation and a nickname that was given to him in the victory of 'Rogue Prince'  

Whether for or against, they were at the same numbers, in any case those you had in mind at that time.  

Might as well live fully, no? But in safety. If Daemon asked you to visit the city by his side, you agreed. But if you were alone with Y/s/n, you would go back with her to the camp, putting an end to this escapade.  

"So? Have you visited the city?"  

"Not all of it, just the big streets."  

"Are there places you would like to visit? Like the alleys where jugglers play or street theatre?"  

"It sounds interesting, only... I wouldn’t mind a guide." You were hoping he understood your undertone and agreed to go with you.  

"I happen to know the perfect guide." He smirk.  

"Oh, who is he?"  

"Me."  

Your heart which had calmed down again to beat ka chamade, at the moment you thought you had misunderstood, that your imagination had played a trick on you, but by looking at him, in an interrogation way, his mocking smile. He offered you to be your guide, your blood poured into your body, a heat invaded it. You smiled softly and looked Y/s/n which was on the edge of panic. If you could calm her down, she would accompany you, she would even become a witness if anything should happen and turn against you.  

With a glance from you, encouraging, she agreed to follow you, you will talk about it later, once enter your tent and without witnesses.  

---  

The sky was overcrowded with heavy clouds, the wind had risen slightly, a smell of rain was beginning to spread in the air.  

In the city, only the people living there and not merchant had taken refuge in their cottages, the (entertainers) continued to entertain the passers-by, the different musics play by the small troupes of artists animated each street and alleys. In one of the alleys, a play was played. This one traced with "certainty" the loves and counted with confidence the number of conquest of the Lord Baratheon.  

"Certainty?... There must be only half the bastards begotten."  

Daemon had spoken in your ear, the sound of his voice and his breath against your cheek and neck, gave you shivers in the back, not of horror but earlier of anticipation.  

"Are Lord Baratheon’s out-of-wedlock adventures so well known?" You were watching Daemon surprise and disillusionment.  

"For the common people and some nobles apparently." Daemon shrugged.  

Applause came out of your discussion. The audience applauds the final scene where Lord Baratheon, at least his actor, had collapsed on the alcoholic floor under the gaze of his mistresses. 

“If it was one of the best shows in the city, I can’t imagine the others.” Daemon chuckled and shook his head.  

"Maybe the other theatres offer shows more to your liking?"  

“I highly doubt it.”  

"Why not try? At least you won’t have any regrets."  

Daemon shook his head again, if he were not intrigued by you, he would have refused. But at the thought of spending more time with you. He was ready to undergo the endless staging that included the theatres of the city, fortunately for him, almost all were filled by the people and were inaccessible.  

Daemon had left his hood on his head so as not to be recognized. You were often at the back of the crowd, avoiding contact with other spectators. Y/s/n was nervous and on high alert, all your opposite. You forgot your troubles, live the present moment.  

---  

It is only when the sun sets that you return to the camp. Once inside, Daemon removed his hood releasing his silver hair, the sun gave golden hues to his hair. You watched him from the corner of your eye, an almost mystical charm emanated from him.  

Servants and knights, staying in the camp looked in your direction, many were people who did not pay attention, too busy with their own concerns. Others wondered why the prince came back with you. (Mainly the people of small noble houses of the lords wanted to marry their sons) 

At the time you didn’t care, until you left the prince, your little bubble, deflated without bursting. For when they entered your tent, some of your servants present, looked at you surprised and panicked, they had searched throughout the camp without finding you and had feared that you had fled or worse had been kidnapped. If you had come home later, by nightfall they should have warned your father of your disappearance. You were sorry to have frightened them and told them, but deep down, you did not regret anything, this simple moment with Prince Targaryen you allowed to change your mind, to see a side of life that you did not know, you finally felt free. Free of this tent, free of your castle, free of your father and your family’s judgments. You had finally lived part of your life.  

---  

On his return your father had not even seen your change in your behavior, your look in the wave, how you only half listened to what he told you while being drunk. You even smiled a little, something strange coming from you, because you usually remained closed on you when he was there. You were on your little cloud, remembering the reflections of light in Daemon’s hair, or the smell that emanated from him when you were sitting next to him. To his giggling when he mocked a stage and actors at shows. To his breath against your skin when he pulled you out of the crowd. Even if it was only one exit, the prince had managed to capture your mind much more than you could have imagined.  

---  

The next morning, you had prepared, not for another getaway but for the new games of the day, the Béhourd tournament was about to begin and your father wanted you to be there to show you to a lord. You were bubbling with resentment that you were riding like a fairground beast. Your father left at first, letting you grind your teeth.  

As you left your tent, your gaze met that of a certain prince. He walked in the direction of the games, when he turned his head in my direction of the heavy sound of the movement of the fabrics which composed the entrance of your tent.  

When Daemon saw you, he smiled in the corner, not with mockery but because it was pleasant for him to see you. In no time you walked side by side, your servant followed you, Ser Percival followed you by his side, his gaze was suspicious, you spoke so easily with the prince, that it was not normal for two people who had just met.  

Along the way towards the duel field, your conversation with Daemon continued, you smiled much more than usual, even he smiled at you gently and not with his mocking smile. All along the way, you stayed too close, more than courtesy allowed. When you split up, Daemon took your hand and put a chaste fuck in it. You felt a heat rising in you, the same heat you had felt the day before, not of embarrassment (of Shame), but a pleasant warmth, of anticipation of the present moment.  

“Good game, my lady.”  

“Good game, Prince Daemon.”  

Ser Percival was about to faint, he knew very well the rumors about the prince who was more than once named Rogue Prince, in discussions between knights of different noble houses.  

He wondered about the events of the day before, he was not at your side and was afraid of what might have happened. He hoped the prince would not do this just to pass the time or to have a new nobleman to add to his conquests for the abandoned once tired of her.  

---  

The duels took place in the middle of the city, Lord Baratheon wanted everyone to be able to observe the duels, several of his own knights were going to fight and he wanted the greatest number to watch their victories.  

People had settled on the floors of the houses to look, people could attend the fight although they were not in contact with the nobles, the most guard arena was placed in the center of the city, large bleachers had been erected as well as barriers, to limit access to the place.  

As for the archery tournament, you were at your closest, your father sitting several rows behind you, but he had sat at the side of a lord, at the pace, not very neat. Y/s/s was always to be rated, but a young man, younger than the prince, with a dubious smell sat on your other side. He was more passionate about his wine cup and fighting than the people around him. If you were about to vomit, another person was bubbling.  

Daemon was seated in the gallery in front of yours, his hard and ardent gaze towards you, he could see how hard you were trying to get away from the lousy one who was shouting in the direction of the fights overthrow of his wine all around him. The fights bore Daemon, but what he saw in the stands opposite him was bubbling, your father a few rows above you, looked like a drunken and unscrupulous merchant. The screaming spectators, the clash of armor and weapons, did nothing to him, he heard nothing, just his blood bubbling in his temples.  

'My prince? ...' He was a servant, carrying a pitcher of wine.  

“What?” It wasn’t time to bother him.  

'Do you want more wine?' The servant, who had startled at the sound of Daemon’s voice, trembled.  

“No.”  

Daemon was not in the mood to drink wine, nor to talk to anyone. As soon as this tournament of Béhourd was finished, it would go in your direction. He was preparing a way out, to get you out of the mess your father decided to put you through.  

---  

When the sun reached its zenith, the game was over, you felt the wine you had not drunk, your dress was stained and this stranger followed you out of the bleachers. He made you uncomfortable, you looked around, behind you, your father was talking to the same lord at the beginning of the day. Until from the corner of your eye you saw silver hair moving in your direction. This silver hair moved very quickly, creating a crowd movement. In less than two minutes, Daemon was standing in front of you. He stood straight, a menacing look towards the gougea who was next to you.  

“My lady seem to be disturbed by some ‘dirty’ boy?” 

Daemon’s gaze towards the young man was murderous, he needed more than flames out of his mouth to make him look like a dragon. Ser Percival stood between you.  

“You’d better get away from Ser.” The tone of his voice became increasingly threatening.  

Y/s/n little reassured squeezed your arm.  

“It’s nothing, Percival.”   

The knight turned to look uncertain.  

'The prince must have seen what it is to pass in the stands and the state of my dress.' You smiled softly to try to calm the situation.  

“What’s going on?” Your father had just arrived and was looking at you with boredom.  

“Go back to your tent to change, have you seen how you present yourself in the presence of a prince?”  

“If that bastard hadn’t splashed his wine!”  

“This bastard is her fiancé!” The lord, father of the gougea, was caught in his pride.  

This sentence, dropped a stone on you, you quickly looked at your father, who although drunk had a hard look, you then looked at himself as a “fiancé” that even several poor had more pace, a wind of dread had just crossed you, it is the panicked look, You looked at the prince, lost.  

Daemon saw him with your change of expression and the positioning of your back, which reminded him of that of a condemned man. He finds himself bubbling even more rage. Oh he was going to make the lord regret the idea of making you marry his son, your father was going to regret how he treated you.  

Because for Daemon, you were his and his alone.