ghosts of harrenhal, daemon targaryen.

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"THERE WAS A HELEN BEFORE THERE WAS A WAR, BUT WHO REMEMBERS HER?"

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time in a bottle by jim croce

DAEMON TARGARYEN X
Y/N VELARYON

SUMMARY: daemon is forced to face the underlying guilt he feels about y/n's death during his visit to harrenhal.

TROPES: angst, doomed love, death and blood and stuff, tragic death, hallucinations, dark themes, suicide, y/n has female anatomy

AUTHORS NOTE: y/n essentially replaces laena in this and baela and rhaena are their kids!!!

WORD COUNT: 2685



Daemon feels the familiar chill of dread creep upon him as he watches a shadow pass under his chamber door

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Daemon feels the familiar chill of dread creep upon him as he watches a shadow pass under his chamber door.

It creeps by, silently calling his name and playfully beckoning him to follow. A game, perhaps, but it's one he's not willing to play.

The king consort is unsure of who or what it is, but it does not feel entirely right. He stares at the empty space underneath his door, a feeling of unease growing in his gut.

He's sure it's another one of his hallucinations- he knows, and yet the feeling lingers.

Daemon curses Alice Rivers in his mind. He knows she has a part in this torment, but he's unsure of how much she actually knows. Still, Daemon struggles to shake the feeling that the darkest depths of his mind are being tampered with.

The shadow is slow and dark, and Daemon almost expects the door to his chambers to open, but it never does. Instead, its footsteps echo as it skitters away, shoes softly clicking against the stone floors of Harrenhal.

Daemon follows.

He stands up and throws his barely-used sheets back, lurking towards the large doors. His mind races with the possibilities of what it could be, but with recent events, he is unsure of what to even believe is real anymore.

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