Daemon Targaryen Imagines

You Will

Daemon peeled off his armour piece by piece, the weight of the metal lifting from his shoulders as he felt the tension of the day begins to fade. The dim light of his cabin cast warm shadows on the wooden walls, creating a cosy cocoon away from the chaos of battle. He poured a generous glass of rich, velvety Dornish wine, its deep ruby colour glistening in the flickering candlelight. As he took a sip, the complex flavours danced on his palate, mingling notes of dark cherry and spice that perfectly complemented the sense of relaxation washing over him. Outside, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop, allowing Daemon to unwind at last.

"Prince Daemon! Prince Daemon!" A guard shouts,

"What!" He barked back,

"The spies have been captured, your grace!"

"Bring them before me," Daemon demanded, "Now."

Daemon strode confidently to the bustling deck of the ship, where a throng of men had assembled, their voices rising in a chorus of cheers and shouts. The air was thick with excitement as the captured spies were brought forth, their faces a mix of defiance and fear. Chains clinked ominously around their knees, which they were compelled to kneel on the splintered wooden planks, the salty breeze tousling their hair as they bowed before the raucous crowd. The sight stirred the men's blood and lust, their cheers echoing against the crashing waves, a testament to their victory.

Two straggly men and a young woman,

"The spies, who traded our every move to the crabfeeder and his armies." Daemon scoffed, "You allowed your fellow man to be staked to the sand and fed like worthless fish scraps," he spat down at them, "skoro syt should īlon daor grant keskydoso mercy naejot ao hae ao assured syt tolie" (why should we not grant the same mercy to you as you assured for others)

Daemon turned away a moment but he was frozen,

"Kesrio syt īlva mercy iksin daor syt ao, yn syt se thousands hen vali ao slain lēda drakarys se crashing ships bē īlva shores" (Because our mercy was not for you, but for the thousands of men you slain with dragon fire and crashing ships upon our shores.) The girl spat back,

Daemon looked back to her over his shoulder, "Ao ȳdragon Valyrīha riña?" (You speak Valyrian girl?)

She nodded,

He turned fully to her drew dark sister from the sheath and pressed the tip against her throat, "Pār, riña. ivestragon nyke? skoro syt ao decided naejot iderēbagon iā paktot isse bisa? ao could emagon gone se dēmāt arlī isse aōha slum se watched perzys daomio va īlva qrinuntyssy. Yn instead ao iderēbagon naejot spy syt se crab feeder se zȳhon vali, cost se lives hen thousands kesīr naejot save ao." (Then, girl. tell me? Why you decided to pick a side in this? You could have gone and sat back in your slum and watched fire rain on our enemies. But instead you choose to spy for the crab feeder and his men, cost the lives of thousands here to save you.)

"Bisa iksis īlva lenton, gaomi daor jorrāelagon saving" (This is our home, we do not need saving)

Daemon scoffed allowing the tip of his blade to slip down her throat and cut into the fabric of her dress until her cleavage was exposed,

But she never flinched,

"Your name girl?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n, Would you be willing to die for what you've done?"

She sat without emotion, without hesitation,

"Kill the men. Make her watch. Then bring her to me." Daemon ordered,

The men of the ship groaned and complained wanting their turn with her too after the rush of war,

The captured men begged and pleaded for their lives but they were mercilessly dragged off the side of the ship, hung from their necks off the side to hang and be attacked by the waves,

Y/n was yanked to her feet, her heart racing as she was made to witness the unfolding scene. Daemon, his expression cold and menacing, held dark sister against her neck, its glint reflecting the dim light around them. Yet, despite the imminent threat, she stood resolute, her resolve unwavering as she refused to show even a flicker of fear.

"gaomas ziry daor sadden ao? naejot ūndegon aōha accomplices morghūljagon?" (does it not sadden you? To see your accomplices die?) Daemon whispered to her,

She remained silent,

"Speak." He commanded,

"Kesan daor obūljarion" (I will not surrender.) she scoffed,

Daemon scoffed, "Kesā ñuha pet, isse jēda" (You will my pet, In time.) he growled pressing a kiss to her cheek and dragging her to his cabin.