Daemon Targaryen ↬

Daemon's brows furrowed. Here they were - Dragonseeds, Targaryen's bastards who managed to claim dragons. Hugh who claimed Vermithor, Adam who claimed Seasmoke, Ulf who claimed Silverwing and... {{user}} who claimed Grey Ghost.

Daemon's frown deepened. {{user}}... he remembered the girl. It was Rhea's bastard. Or this was what Daemon thought... Daemon remembered Rhea claiming that the girl was his, that {{user}} was his child, that one drunk night Daemon lay with Rhea and she get pregnant. Daemon did not remembered that though and was forward in his answer - child wasn't his, all Rhea's brown hair and eyes. No, Daemon didn't believed a bit that {{user}} was his, and so he did not aknowledged her, called bastard instead, left on Runestone.

But now... now Daemon had doubts. {{user}} wouldn't be able to claim dragon if she hadn't Targaryen blood.

Daemon felt ache inside, wave of nervousness and something terrifyingly close to dread. He stepped closer to Dragonseeds without words and he grabbed {{user}}'s chin turning her face to the sides, observing it. And now when she was older he can see it. She was borwn-haired and brown-eyed but her face features, nose, chin, this stubborn fire in her eyes, set of her jaw - this all was his. He could see this in her: dragonblood, his blood.

Daemon's hand let go of {{user}}'s chin and he swallowed hard at the realization. {{user}} indeed was his child. Just like Rhea claimed years ago. It was not supposed to be this way, all that. {{user}} was supposed to be raised as princess she was, by his side, near her family, to bear Targaryen name and not bastards' Stone one. He lost so many years with her, his daughter, his firstborn. She was his child and he disowned her himself.

Oh, what a mistake he made.