"Who are you?"
Thrown that heavy utterance you shot a look over to a man beside you. Halting in your tracks your eyes met with the big brown eyes. Dirt and green streaks painted over the old leather tunic that surely had seen better days. In quick you realized it was another mongrel roaming around pillaging what he could and robbing any victim blind.
"What matters is who you are. Surely we could get something for the head of the Stark bitch." Came the lousy voice of the robber. We? As you thought about it, two more men appeared behind the trees around you, making a sudden crunch.
"You boys look lost." Instinctively grabbing for the weapon at your hilt, not ready to draw it. Your eyes narrowed on the men astute before you. The dagger you carted around gleaming from your belt. Not an ounce of worry to hide it.
The first man did not tarnish the moment with sudden words. Gleaming eyes quick to see his hand move to his hip you jerked to find your dagger in response. The second man pulling his sword from its sheath you saw the gleam of its metal in the waning light. The lump in your throat hitching when seeing his fingers tighten around the hilt. Panic and anxiety as it settled in you and left you paralyzed.
The third one with sword behind you now, you did not jerk back at the subtle approach. Holding firm in your stance and returning your focus on the man before you. One fluid motion the second man's arm extended out towards you with the sword. In response you went forward moving quick and dodging away from the sword, suddenly coming closer to him you pressed the dagger against his abdomen. Loudly his sword clattered against the rocky ground and wobbled only a mere second before laying lifeless on the ground just like its owner. Even the air still while neither moved for a couple of seconds.
Unprepared for any of this, you stared at the lone sword on the ground. With you ready to run away back into the castle, you felt the cold metallic of something poking against your back. Something much sharper than a stray rock thrown in the hay stack. A sword. You felt the panic increase in you when you heard another crunch behind you.
"She's just another mongrel. Ladies do not wander here." You heard a painfully familiar voice. Callous, harsh, but so smooth and honeyed voice.
A man's boots clicking against the ground as he stepped past each one guilty of the rowdiness. Approaching you, he gave you a smile as you visibly relaxed at the sight of him.
"She killed one of our own." The raspy voice of a man with the sword came pointing at the lifeless body.
"He is just bleeding. I have the medicine with me, with my horse. Give her to me and it's yours." Daemon's authoritative tone making even the mongrels flinch and advert their eyes.
The man hesitated first before pulling you by a fist full of your heavy cloak and pushing you to Daemon, your nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as he held you in his arms.
"My brave girl." Daemon whispered ever so quiet. Sighing he ran his thumbs over your cheeks as you held onto him hoping the look in your eyes didn't give away the fact that you'd missed him.
You couldn't help but to lean in to his touch, pressing your cheek furher his palm. "Get behind me." He whispered again pressing his nose to yours. You didn't need to be told twice slowly pulling away and facing his back.
The tricky part coming when Daemon motioned behind him to the trees. "My horse is right there." Gazing on at the snide remark you couldn't help but to look up afraid to see your fears come true. As if reading your mind, a loud screeching echoed throughout the old Winterfell woods. All heads looking up in an instant fear of what could emit such noise. Flashing a look back to see Caraxes landing eerily, with slow and sharp pace he stopped at the hill blocking the sunlight menacingly.
"Dracarys." Daemon uttered and the next second all you saw was fire. Unconsciously you only looked at the flame devouring the mongrels or what was left of them. Caraxes was breathing fire just by one single command of Daemon, until there were only ashes left, blacked on the soil.
Meddling thoughts in your head before a trickle of the mashed up thoughts made their way to your mouth, "What did you tell him?"
"It means dragon fire in High Valyrian." He turned to you cupping your cheeks in his palms,
"I will teach you my language one day."
Gently taking his hands from your face you returned them to his own personal space. "How about you start with the reason of your appearance in Winterfell?"
Just as selfish as those words were when you asked them, you needed to know the truth.
"I must admit Caraxes doesn't like it in here," Daemon fixed a gaze on your face in the sunlight. Your features sharp in such contrast, "But I needed to see you."
"You shouldn't..." you answered softly, your eyes keeping level with his. Nervous, more than you really intended to be, you stood in front of him suddenly forgotten all his bad deeds, all the promises you'd given to yourself to not fall for him.
"Kiss me, please." Daemon barely spoke in a whisper pressing his forehead against yours. Completely at your mercy.
Him being so desperate for your touch, feeling the warm of his body in the freezing morning, made you lean in further to meet his lips. "I don't think you deserve-" you started but was suddenly cut off by Daemon's interference.
Pulling your waist closer, Daemon pressed his lips to yours. Your tongues danced a little more eradic as the breathing caught and each fought for the dominance. Finally satisfied with the kiss of a long absence of each other, you pulled away to catch your breath.
"Was it your doing? Your wife?" You looked up at him suddenly lost yourself in the passion a few moments ago.
The reverberation of his coy voice came to you softly through the morning awakening sounds. "The things we do for love."
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Ice around Fire (Daemon Targaryen x Stark!reader)
Fantasy"Be cautious, my lord. I will freeze your heart," she said, hands touching ever so slightly, like feather. His hands held onto her a little longer when they were supposed to catch up with others, dancing around them. "I will melt it with my fire. My...
