burning fire. (daemon targaryen) original story of zugaritas (PAUSED)

06. MARRIAGE PROPOSALS

"I will not marry him," Cerys refused.

"You have to accept someone, daughter, you can't continue with this attitude", her father scolded her.

"I don't want to marry Otto Hightower's son!" she exclaimed starting to get annoyed.

"You don't want to marry anyone!" Aemma had to take a deep breath to stay out of the discussion. "Don't you want to keep your promise?"

Silence fell over the throne room, even Rhaenyra didn't dare step in to defend her sister as she would have done in any other situation.

"I'll never be able to fulfill it if I marry him", the white-haired girl's eyes fell on Otto and his son, "I don't want to marry him."

"Then who?".

Cerys blinked a couple of times trying to analyze if her father was being serious or not, the truth is that she didn't care. She didn't want to marry anyone who could stop her from fulfilling her promise and her dreams. There was only one person in the world that she trusted to be by her side because she knew that person would support her at all times, but saying that person's name in front of her whole family would be the end of her. . Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rhaenyra shake slightly in her direction, she knew better than anyone that her older sister was impulsive enough to name the only person she cared enough to say that she wanted to get married.

"Daemon Targaryen", both Viserys and Aemma froze, "I want to marry him."

The sound of Rhaenyra slapping the palm of her hand against her forehead filled the room.

"Did you know that?" Aemma turned to look at her youngest daughter.

"I...no," she lied, looking away from her.

Viserys and Aemma had a rather long talk with Daemon that day, but neither Cerys nor Rhaenyra made the attempt to speak to him. Instead, the sisters spent the rest of the day in the dragon pit with Dhagara and Syrax, the older one running from her parents and the younger one just wanting to accompany her. The dragon keepers didn't say anything to them, they preferred that the two dragons were out of the well than inside destroying everything. In that place Daemon found them when he decided to look for them and to his surprise they seemed to be arguing.

"That's strange, the sisters arguing", their uncle's voice took them by surprise.

"You shouldn't get close to people like that, Dhagara could have eaten you just for that," as if she understood, the dragon let out a roar.

"And I don't doubt it," the white-haired looked at the dragon, "I'll take that into account for next time.

"I...I'll go see Mom," Rhaenyra excused herself.

The younger one walked away from them leaving the caretakers to take Syrax back to the well. With the princess's farewell, a somewhat tense silence formed between uncle and niece, a silence that Dhagara did not intend to deal with. The dragon leaned into the right position so that Cerys could climb on her back without any problem.

"Bring Caraxes," Daemon ordered the handlers. "Shall we go for a ride in the skies?"

"I don't want to take a walk with you", the white-haired woman turned her back to get on Dhagara, "Dhagara doesn't like Caraxes".

"I had the impression that she did like him."

Cerys rolled her eyes and leaned in to whisper to the dragon of hers.

"Fly".

With a roar, the dragon took flight just as Caraxes emerged from the well, leaving Daemon behind. Cerys had to close her eyes for a moment to enjoy the peace that flying over Dhagara brought her, or at least what little peace she had, since not long after the peculiar sound of Caraxes was heard behind them. When Daemon reached them the man was smiling and Cerys wiped the smile from her, or tried to, sending Dhagara off on Caraxes.

Both dragons began to spin through the air almost as if they were playing, this made the princess laugh and consequently Daemon. They flew over King's Landing past the fortress until past the city wall, neither stopping until they reached an empty field where they decided to drop off. As soon as their riders touched down, both dragons rose into the air again to continue their game.

"They seem to get along well," Daemon looked at his niece, "perhaps like his riders."

"I hope not," the young white-haired woman sat down on a rock that was nearby. "I suppose father told you what happened in the throne room."

"He mentioned something about it, yes," he moved forward until he was in front of her. "It's true?".

"And what if it was?" Cerys looked away. "I know it can't be, you're going to marry someone else and I'll stay here waiting for my father to force me to marry Otto Hightower's son."

With barely perceptible steps Daemon inched closer to her niece, close enough for him to grab her chin and make her look at him.

"I won't let you marry anyone," he assured her. "I made a deal with your father. I will marry him, as he wants, and in return you will marry when you find the right one."

"I don't like your future wife".

"And why would that be?"

"I don't know her, but I know that she must be a good woman", the white-haired girl stood up. "And above all, she will have something that I want."

"She won't have me," Daemon made his thumb trace the shape of Cerys' lower lip, "you will always have me."

And as if he wanted to make it clear, Daemon sealed his promise with a kiss, Cerys's first kiss. In the background Dhagara and Caraxes roared as if they were supporting their "parents" causing them to separate laughing.

"Someday you will be my wife," the white-haired man caressed his niece's cheek.

"I'll be waiting".

When they returned to the fortress that day they both felt that they had lost an extra weight from their shoulders, of course that happiness did not last long because after the wedding Daemon hardly spent time in the fortress and Cerys joined the court, thus beginning a little war between them.

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Original author: zugaritas