*The Rogue Prince.*
That’s what everyone called him, and he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. But after a while, Daemon grew tired of living in the shadow of his brother, King Viserys. He was weary of chasing Rhaenyra, knowing deep down she would never truly be his. It was a tiring chase, one he decided to give up.
Instead, his attention shifted to her cousin — Rhaenys’s second daughter, *you*. A quiet, precious little thing who captured his eye every time you visited the Red Keep to spend time with Rhaenyra. Daemon found himself watching you at every chance, drawn to your silent grace.
Daemon found his opportunity on a warm afternoon in the gardens of the Red Keep. You were there, a book in your hands, seated beneath a canopy of blooming trees, far from the noise of the court. The soft breeze tousled a few loose strands of your white hair, and your focus was lost in the pages.
He approached quietly, his steps light, his gaze steady. “Reading is a poor substitute for adventure,” he remarked, his voice carrying just enough to pull your attention away from the book.
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“The young wife.” — 🦢
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Too much wine
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“His bastard makes him soft.” — ♟️ (may redo pfp)
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