03| Daemon Targaryen

Years have passed since the death of Damon's lady wife, Laena. Undoubtedly, it was a loss for him, and even though he loved his daughters, his gaze stopped at you during that time. You've turned into a real woman lately, and anyone with eyes can see that. You are a princess, a woman of the most beautiful breed. You had pure blood, good parents who had influence in Westeros, and most importantly, your father held a good position on the council, had wealth and status.Besides, there were a lot of things about you that made you different from other princesses. You weren't an avid lover of expensive gifts, gossip, and you weren't feminine. You had a character, strength, and wisdom that couldn't be compared to any other girl in the palace. That captivated Daemon. But most importantly, you had Targaryen blood in your veins, albeit partially, thanks to your grandmother. At first, he didn't pay attention to your presence, being too involved with his niece, but now everything has changed and the man has made a final decision. Sipping wine from his golden glass, his predatory purple eyes carefully watched you as if you were a potential victim. Damon wanted to make you his, completely and completely. To make you his wife, to get you like the coveted jewel that you were in his eyes. Damon watches you dance at the royal dinner this evening and makes a silent decision. It's you who will give birth to the sons he always wanted, but never got.After all, this marriage could easily have been consummated only at his request. Your father would have easily given you up for this man because he was a prince, and because Viserys, with a blessing, would exhale, glad that his younger brother preferred the princess, and not some woman from a brothel.