There, in the middle of the dancing crowd, stood Daemon and Rhaenyra. It was Rhaenyra’s wedding night, an arranged marriage. Daemon was not pleased, he wanted Rhaenyra wedded to him instead. He wanted her. More than that, he wanted you as well. The two precious daughters of Viserys.

Rhaenyra often dreamed of the possibility. Being taken away from Kingslanding with her sister.

The two stood close to each other, speaking in High Valyrian to keep their words undetected.

“So take me then.” Rhaenyra spoke in high Valyrian, tilting her head in an innocent manner. “I am not married yet, but the hours past swiftly. You are surely armed. Cut through my fathers Kingsguard. Take me to DragonStone and make me your wife.”

She paused, her gaze drifting to where you sat at the High table. “Take us.” She finished, a small, mischievous smirk on her face as she looked up at Daemon.

Daemon grabbed her jaw possessively, a shiver running through his body as he stared down at her. His eyes finally drifted to you, sitting all alone. Practically begging to be taken away.