Maenya Targaryen.
Born in 96 AC,
The first child of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen,
All seemed well, Maenya was "The gem of the Kingdoms" her younger sister, Rhaenyra was " The realms delight" and her mother was pregnant again, this time with a boy
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(A lil spicy, like I said, I don't do smut so-) Valyrian=bold Season 1 episode 7
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Maenya POV
"Why have you brought me down here?" I asked after a gap of silence
It was dark and windy and we had been walking for a while and no one had said anything
"Can't I just enjoy your company" he said trying to avoid the subject
"You haven't had my company for ten years. How could you know if you enjoy it or not?"
He chucked "Well maybe I just like to be in the company of someone who is in a similar situation as me"
"A similar situation?" I raised an eyebrow "You me and both of us mourning people we cared for"
Cared for. I choose my words wisely and he picked up on that
"Cared for?" He asked, not offended just curious and intrigued
I stopped and looked at him dead in the eye "Were you in love with Laena?"
"...no" he said carefully
I started walking again, but his voice made me stop and look back at him
"Were you in love with Qoren?"
"No." I said
He walked closer to me, never breaking eye contact
"They said it was his brother?"
I laughed bitterly "Yes"
"I'm sorry" He was no much closer to me, barley inches apart
Silence filled the air again
"Are you?"
"...no" He wasn't sorry, if anything he was glad that I didn't have a husband anymore
"Why have you brought we here Daemon?" I asked gently
"Perhaps I missed you...life had disappointed me...and if I had it my way"
I cut him off "We'd be married."
Waves rolled in some more as he nodded, his deep purples eyes looking down at me as the gap between us became smaller and smaller
My hand brushed against his face, slowly going down to rest on his neck and his hand curled around my waste
"It's been so long..." I whispered
"Too long" And he kissed me, with a longing, firery passion
He sought privacy under the bones of an old boat, its sail completely covering it and Daemon undid my red dress, pulling it off, my black coat was already discarded, an he kissed down my shoulder and I took off his shirt.
He laid me down and pulled down my stockings, even ripping them a little.
I dug my nails into his back as all my worry and anger faded to lust and pleasure...
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I woke up to Daemon's hand on my shoulder
"Hmm?" I asked
He didn't say anything, he took my arm, helping me up and we walked down the beach, towards the ocean and that's when I saw what he was talking about.
