Love is the death of Duty,
Duty is the death of Love,
Yet in the end, all she can see is a single grave awaiting her.
or in which Valaenyra Targaryen realizes why would she sacrifices her life for duty when she can live happily igniting revenge wit...
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112 AC
Daemon wished she would just shut up. She left out a cry of surprise and pleasure when he entered her from behind. At that moment, he just told her to keep her mouth shut and be silent before he started his pace.
He thrust hard and deeply into her, placing one hand on her hip to encourage her to move her body with his while the other slipped across her stomach and up her breast as she grasped the arm of the sofa.
God, she was beautiful. Her silver hair hung down in curls as it bounced back and forth from his thrust. Her magnetic violet eyes which always made his knees grow weak were closed as she let a wanton moan escape her. He hoped what he was doing with his cock between her legs was making her head spin, chest heaving from the pleasure she was receiving.
From noon he couldn't stop thinking about her, from how her perky breast would feel under his hand to the scratches he would feel as he pounded into her and her hands would wander across the hard planes of his back.
Daemon felt immense gratification as his imagination ran wild on how his own given ring might scratch down his back. Receiving a mark from her would be such a boost to his ego. It would show that he was hers and she was his.
He would be so lucky to have her and there had not been a day since he had contemplated killing that bronze bitch and taking her as his one-and-only wife.
His fantasy was broken when the woman started to cry moans of pleasure, he didn't even feel horny anymore after that. It took him an insignificant effort to push himself away from her, cock pulling out of her as it grew limp.
He walked back abruptly, swiftly pulling on his robe before sitting down on a broad window ledge.
Viserys would kill him if he knew what Daemon was thinking about their cousin, he was rather protective of Valaenyra due to Aemma.
But it was not like he is breaking tradition if he wed Valaenyra and take her as his second wife. Hell, even Viserys married his own cousin so why couldn't he do the same.
"What troubles you, my Prince?" Mysaria asked as she walked closer to Daemon. "I could bring in another. Perhaps a maiden. I have several, I could even arrange on with silver hair."
She cradled his hair and weaved her fingers through his hair softly as she spoke, looking deeply into his eyes. Whilst he just wanted her to shut up so he can run his fantasies wild and cum.
Mysaria must have thought that he was sulking at the news that the King might have had a new heir.
"You are Daemon Targaryen. Rider of Caraxes. Wielder of Dark Sister. The King cannot replace you," Mysaria soothed him as she brought his face to lean on her.
And all Daemon can think of is how he is going to burn Otto Hightower to the ground for condemning his action and influencing his brother.
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Valaenyra was sitting one seat away from Alicent Hightower as she waited for Rhaenyra presence. She couldn't stand Alicent, it's not personal, it's mainly due to her father. Valaenyra could sense that Otto Hightower is a snake and it was highly likely that Alicent would turn out to be the same, courtesy of her father's influence.
But Rhaenyra seemed happy enough with the girl so she let it slide, she wouldn't want to dictate what her niece could and couldn't do.
Valaenyra was quite upset that she couldn't be in her sister's presence when she had begun her labor. She tried to tend to her but her sister just push her away, telling her to enjoy the tourney. Aemma thought that it might be Valaenyra last chance to enjoy life before finally being married off to some lords and enduring the same pain as her.
Meanwhile, Alicent Hightower glanced sideways at the beauty that was sitting close to her. It was no doubt that Alicent looked up to her friend's dearest Aunt, Valaenyra was always deemed as one of the beauties of Westeros.
Although she always wondered why the lady never marry, there were a lot of lords and their heirs that have ask for her hands in marriage once they saw her beauty, but she always refused.
She was about to make a small chat with Valaenyra when King Viserys' voice boomed through the tourney, which made her to cower down.
"Be Welcome!" Viserys exclaimed.
"I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise you will not be disappointed. When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news... that I am happy to share: Queen Aemma has begun her labors!"
The crowd cheered at his news and Valaenyra couldn't help but sneer as she knew they did not care a bit about Aemma's pain and only awaiting for the new heir to arrive.
Rhaenyra who was late took a seat in the reserved space between Valaenyra and Alicent.
"You're late, niece," Valaenyra stated through the rowdy cheers.
"May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!" Viserys exclaimed then the cheering started again.
When the tourney started, he saw one of the competitors fall, losing the joust as a mystery knight knock him off his horse.
"A mystery knight?" Rhaenyra asked Alicent.
Alicent seemed to be very well-versed in the court's gossip, "No, a Cole, of the Storm lands."
"I've never heard of House Cole," Rhaenyra replied boredly.
Valaenyra leaned both of her elbows on her knees as she sighed in boredom. Rhaenyra and Alicent were gossiping to themselves and she couldn't wait for this to be over.
All Valaenyra want was for this tourney to end quickly once and for all so she could be with her sister. The tourney might be exciting but if you are down on the field, jousting. But here she was, expected to sit down tight like a pretty lady and watched the show. It was such a bore.
It was even worse that she had no Daemon to joke around with as he is competing.
Her interest was only piqued again when they put the House Targaryen banners on and all the competitors started to line up, she knew that it was Daemon's turn now.
"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!" the Master of Revels announced as Daemon zoomed past him with his horse.
Valaenyra couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm to start his joust, and Rhaenyra who saw her aunt's smile elbowed her side which just resulted in an elbow war between the two.
Daemon seemed to ponder around on who he should choose as his opponent before finally choosing Gwayne Hightower, the King's Hand's son. Valaenyra couldn't help but wanted to applaud him for that, she knew that Daemon harbor the same animosity she had towards the Hightower.
"For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne High tower of Old town, eldest son of the Hand of the King."
Rhaenyra hold Alicent's hand who was worried for her brother as Valaenyra back straighten in giddiness. She couldn't wait for Daemon to win.
Daemon was getting ready to start his joust but not before he searched for the face of Otto Hightower, then smirked at the hand who was looking at him in contempt.
But then his eyes met Valaenyra and at that moment he knew, he was going to win this tourney for her and crown Valaenyra his queen of love and beauty.
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author note dear lord when i get to heaven pls let me bring matt smith.
