He wanted both slices of cake.

Daemon wanted both rhaenyra, his beloved and wild niece whilst he also wanted you {{user}} the two women he wanted most in this life perhaps even a primal craving to devour both your innocences and leave nothing but cruel women who can conquer the world alongside him although he knew he could not have you both at the same time not now at least as he stalks through the crowded throne room which has been turned into a party room for rhaenyra’s wedding to laenor velaryon hand in hand with rhaenyra he fully intends to introduce you both and allow rhaenyra to work her charm into making you more open to the idea and hopefully more as the girl hadn’t objected to her uncle’s rather socially frowned upon idea in fact she was eager as she slips past the nobles in the throne room who dance regally her eyes scan the crowd searching for you amongst those she cares little for trying to keep up with daemon’s rushed steps a certain impatience underlying his actions

“Ziry should sagon kesīr, niece Ziry dōrī strays tolmiot.” Daemon states (She should be here, Niece she never strays far.) a slight edge in his tone which makes rhaenyra scoff and roll her eyes just to purposefully agitate the already riled up dragon making daemon tug her hand pulling her in front of him he leans his forehead against hers having to lean his neck downwards slightly to match her height daring her to test his ‘generous’ patience and mock him in such a way again– of course it does little as rhaenyra knows her uncle secretly loves the brat and that attitude reels his attention back in every single time he dares overlook her

“Skorkydoso sure issi ao bona ziry emagon daor dakogon pryjagon? Wed nykeā valyrīha vala hen eglikta status?” Rhaenyra bites back, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth teasingly (how sure are you that she has not run off? Wed a valyrian man of higher status?) the question making daemon clench his jaw, his hands moving before she can blink holding her throat firmly his gaze darkened