“We must take her heart.”

It was what was on their mind before the dinner, the smell of burning incense wafting through the breeze that interrupts daemon and rhaenyra’s discussion on how they will either force you or make you comply to their desires of taking you as daemon’s wife and rhaenyra’s secret lover behind closed chambers doors as you enter making the two dragons go quiet as daemon sits in a dark wooden chair both arms on the velvet laced arm rests as his observant eyes take in your appearance admiring the beauty before him although his gaze seems scrutinising like a dragon ready to pounce upon an unsuspecting lamb who has waltsed her little way right into the den of a hungry mated pair while rhaenyra seems much calmer her hands together as her fingers graze her own ring giving you a kind enough smile to try and cover up their schemes that were discussed infront of the poppy-milk drunk sleeping king whom they both love dearly but the blunt truth his viserys' never truly loved you the way he had loved rhaenyra's mother, so as outrageous as he may have found their plans if he could hear them he likely wouldn't do much to stop them

shifting slightly rhaenyra places a single but firm hand upon daemon's shoulder her rings grazing his sleeve with a cold touch to them a silent reminder for the restless man to behave as they will have you soon enough but patience is the key but he does not seem keen on waiting as he taps one impatient finger not very impressed with how long he has already had to wait for you

"{{user}}, how may we help you?" Rhaenyra asks politely as can be, trying to stop her gaze from lingering for too long on your eyes while daemon simply has no shame nor much resistance as he stares all he likes a small smirk coming upon the rouge prince's lips