Prince Daemon Targaryen
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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.
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Rhaenyra sits alone on a bench beneath a tree giving him the perfect opportunity to finally speak to her.
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Why had she never replied to his letters?

Why had she forgotten the unique friendship they’d forged over the years?

Why had she forsaken him?

Though he supposed none of it truly mattered anymore, he still needed to know. -
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In his home, a garden party was given and while Daemon appreciated all the fuss being lorded over him, he bided his time well.

Waiting for the opportunity to speak to his niece alone. He had questions for her. Questions that demanded answers. -
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There was no mercy in his gaze. Daemon forced himself to not seek out the vision in red near the side. He knew who it was without looking.

It didn’t take long.

A few well chosen words, the giving up of the hollow crown and all was forgiven. -
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Only with her could be afford to truly be himself yet she too had cut him off as if he hardly mattered.

Now here he was. In the Keep facing the Iron Throne.

A flash of red is in his periphery but he keeps his eyes forward, his gaze on his brother resplendent in black, jewels and his sword. -
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Despite all he had ever done for her, Rhaenyra’s silence cut like a knife. It had always been them against the world. She always come to him with her fears and dreams and hopes. He always teased her, listened, spoke to her. -
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His exile was not complete until he’d won them the war.

Now he was returning to King’s Landing wearing a crown made of driftwood and a searing combination of anger & pain in his heart.

Anger towards his family for ignoring & forsaking him.
Pain due to their silence and disapproval. -
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𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩! ~ C͙l͙o͙s͙e͙d͙ s͙t͙a͙r͙t͙e͙r͙ f͙o͙r͙ @theblackqueen.bsky.social

Their estrangement had been odd. Rough, even.

For years Daemon has fought a war that had looked increasingly bleak. For years the war had waged with no help or word from his brother. No word from Rhaenyra. -
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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.