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
Valaenyra wrapped her arms around Rhaenyra, holding her tight to her body as they slept together in her bed. Both are mourning the loss of Aemma. Sunlight glittered against her niece's skin and morning birds singing their beautiful songs.
"We're going to be okay, Rhaenyra," Valaenyra whispered to her niece as she stared at her ceiling.
"But I'm hurt, Aunt," Rhaenyra whispered which alarmed Valaenyra.
Valaenyra turned her head to look at her niece, only to gasp and tumbled down from the bed in shock. Rhaenyra was lying there, her legs spread wide as if she were giving birth, with blood pooling around her lower section and streaming from the gaping gash on her stomach.
Sweat coated her face and hair, and her complexion went pallid and grey, She started crying and held out an arm to Valaenyra in helpless cries.
"I don't want to die, Valaenyra!" Rhaenyra cried as she looked deep into Valaenyra's eyes.
"No, Rhaenyra!" she stood up and stepped closer to her, but a force was holding her back.
Ghosts of arms were gripping her tightly so she was not able to reach Rhaenyra who kept on screaming in anguish and pain.
"No, get the fuck off me!" she shouted. "Rhaenyra! Rhaenyra!"
With a shock, Valaenyra jerked her arms around and kicked the blankets off of her body. She made an effort to remain motionless while taking deep breaths to slow her racing heart. She turned to face Rhaenyra who was still soundly asleep next to her and not covered in wounds or blood or screams for help.
But everything looked and appeared so real.
Valaenyra pulled herself out of the bed and put on a robe. She silently open her door and walked out to the hallway. She tried her best to walk inconspicuously to not attract any guards' attention.
She wrapped her finger around the door handle, twisting it slowly as she pulled the door's solid cherry oak open. The room was larger than hers, with the windows wide open that led to a balcony, but the owner of the room was not there. She couldn't help but let out a sob as the only person who promised to her he would always be there for her, was not there.
It was true that she always had Rhaenyra, but it was different. She was the adult in the situation and she couldn't help but be the one to console Rhaenyra when she was in pain. Not the other way around.
She needed Daemon but he was simply somewhere else.
She took small steps until she reached his bed and lay on it. She lay there for what seemed like hours as she sobbed into his pillow before finally drifting into a soft slumber. Quickly dreaming of Daemon's warm embrace and the sound of his soft whispers filling her ears.
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Daemon walked towards his chamber after a long night in the pleasure house and he couldn't wait to finally take a bath to get rid of the sweats off of him. He wrenched the door open and was surprised to see that his bed was occupied.
He walked towards her as he raked over her small figure, watching intently as she tossed in his bed. Her small nightdress was shifted slightly, baring her thighs to him.
He lightly ran one of his hands down the curve of her hip and back up. His eyes were hooded and lingered all over her body as he drank at the sight of her sleeping on his bed. How this could be what woke up with every morning.
Valaenyra's eyes fluttered open as the sunshine beat down on her face. She could feel the gentle touch of someone traveling on her skin. She turned quickly only to find Daemon sitting beside her, he looked straight into her eyes as he continued to trail his fingers down her arms.
"Morning," he whispered as she propped herself on her elbows.
"Where were you?" she asked. "I searched for you."
"I thought you were with Rhaenyra, she seemed to not have left your side the last time I saw you," he deflected her question.
She sat up and frowned at him, "I had a bad dream."
"About Aemma?" he asked as he curled one of her ringlets around his finger.
"Sort of," Valaenyra answered but stared at the fur that was covering the bed, not meeting his eyes.
"Want to tell me about it?" he asked softly.
Valaenyra sighed as she covered her eyes with her palms, "I just can't stop thinking about Aemma's death. How she died precisely."
"I was so scared, Daemon," she angled her body towards his so she could lean on his chest. "Consider me selfish but I am just scared if the same thing ever occur to me."
Daemon grasped her chin and brought it up so her eyes could meet his, "That will never happen to you, you hear me. I will not hesitate to cut anyone who would dare do that to you. You don't even have to say the word and I'll have him cut in half."
"You can't do anything if my lord husband wills it to have his heir," she replied, still gazing deeply into his eyes.
Then marry me, Daemon was about to open his mouth but a pounding on the door, shut him up.
He rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled himself out of the bed to open his door only to be met by a guard.
"Prince Daemon, King Viserys is requesting your presence in the throne room," he informed.
Daemon just nodded at the guard and told him to wait as he will change into something more appropriate to meet his brother. He slammed the door on his face before walking towards his wardrobe and pulling out a red tunic and a black doublet.
He had no qualms in changing in front of her as he took off the white tunic he had worn the night prior, exposing her to his muscled back. Valaenyra didn't turn away this time, she just basked on the view that is right in front of her before it was covered again by his chosen tunic.
"What did he want?" Valaenyra asked as he walked towards where she sat.
"I am not sure, the guard did not say," Daemon said.
He looked down at her and ran his fingers through her hair. "I'll be back soon," Daemon said as he pecked her forehead before walking out of the room to meet Viserys.
Valaenyra stood up from the bed and walked around his room. Admiring all the little trinkets of Daemon being spread throughout the room.
Near the balcony was a desk made of dark oak wood, on top of which were neatly stacked stacks of papers that she assumed must contain all the City Watch paperwork that Daemon never completed. She had anticipated finding a lot of tunics and breeches scattered about the floor, but it was neat and well-kept.
She then went to his wardrobe and opened it, all of his tunics and breeches were organized neatly inside it. She was even more surprised to find out it was color coordinated.
After looking around and about, she just returned to his bed and lay there while waiting for Daemon to return to his room. But despite waiting for hours, he never showed up and appeared to have left her alone just like every else in the world had.
So once again she cried, as the man who promised her the world always seems to break it.
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author note I don't rlly expect much traction from this book but i am actually happy that a lot of ppl seems to like it.. i hope you rlly enjoys this story
Im trying my best to post as quick as possible, pls bare with me :')
