"be by my side as I take the Iron Throne, my sweet lady Stark"
marya stark had not been like other ladies at court. she was blood of the wolf and of the dragon, and she had something none had; the admiration of the rogue prince
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Marya had watched with pride as Rhaenyra was named Heir, before her Lord Father and the King disappeared with the Hand who watched the young Lady. "Where are they going?" Cregan had asked but his sister would not tell him. "You will know soon enough" she had told her brother before she had gone back to her quarters, there she found a letter, written in beautiful cursive and by the looks of it from slightly afar, Valyrian.
She opened the letter before she read the few words, her High Valyrian had been basic but enough to read the letter. Meet me at the Dragonpit it read, and she grabbed a cloak before she decided to walk towards the Dragonpit, she knew there could only be one person who was to ask her to such place.
And behold, she had been correct. Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, the one who heated her cheeks and decorated them with a blush. His long silver hair had been half tied away as he had looked at her, a large red dragon who she knew to be Caraxes behind her.
"You requested me, my Prince" she spoke formally, knowing with her father's negotiations she would soon wed King Viserys. "I did" Daemon said as he walked towards her. "Wed me" he said placing a hand on her cheek as he made her look up at him. "My Prince—" Marya started, but Daemon shook his head. "Daemon" he corrected her, he wanted to hear his name on her tongue, whispered into his ears. "Daemon, we can't" Marya said as she looked at him. "You are wed to another, and my father—" Marya said, and Daemon scuffed. "Forget them" Daemon said pressing his forehead against hers.
"I will take you to Dragonstone, we will wed in the tradition of our House" Daemon said. "I am a Stark of the North, Daemon, as much dragon blood flows through my veins as wolf blood does" she said as she looked at him. "You may not have the Valyrian look, but you are much more a dragon than my brother" Daemon said, and Marya gave him a weak smile. "I am to wed the King, my father and the Hand have been speaking, it should not be long now" Marya said, and Daemon looked betrayed.
"Iksis bona skoros ao jaelan?/is that what you wish?" Daemon asked. "nyke jaelan naejot sagon biare/I wish to be happy" Marya said. "I can take you to Dragonstone now, we will be wed" Daemon said his voice sounding desperate like he was trying to cling unto her. Marya thought. "I will need to do my duty to your brother as well, or it needs to appear like I do" she said as she looked at Daemon, whose face scrunched together. "I hold the Old Gods higher than the Seven Viserys would wed us under, any child born from me under the Valyrian Gods, or the Old Gods will be a true child" She said. "If you were the have a son, my son, he would stand higher than Rhaenyra in the eyes of the Lords" Daemon said. "Viserys needs a son out of duty for the Realm, but my son will not be his blood, I will only have you" Marya said, and Daemon smirked before he kissed her.
This would give them time, time to legally wed. Time to build themselves towards each other. If they wouldn't allow them to be together, they would find a way. Marya smiled into the kiss, happy she was as close to Daemon as she—and he—always wanted to be. "Come" Daemon said pulling himself back slightly before holding her hand, taking her towards Caraxes.
