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Daemon Targaryen's Love Has Two Sides

-The first is unyielding and screams of destruction. What lords he would unseat, what atrocities he would commit, what worlds he would tear down with his bare hands just to see her smile.

-What wars he would start, and relish in the anguish of her enemies. Hand always resting on the hilt of Dark Sister or some other slender, deadly blade, he is ready at all moments to defend her. To protect her to his last breath. In fact, there is a part of him that yearns for the chance.

-This love is not kind, nor gentle, but she would be lying if she said she did not crave it. The possessiveness of his touch, the frenzied passion of his embrace, and the darkness...such beautiful darkness lurking in the fire burning behind his eyes.

-The second, such a stark contrast from the first, is soft and quiet, and never fails to surprise her in its tenderness. He takes her hand in his in a gesture of comfort and warmth before bringing it to his lips. There is not a single inch of her he has not kissed a thousand times over.

-Unlike the first, these kisses do not claim her. They are an act of reverence. Devotion to his greatest love, whose soul is so deeply entwined with his own he cannot be sure where hers ends and his begins. But he is not whole without her, of this he is certain.

-This love is rarer, admittedly, but it is that very fact that makes it so unbearably beautiful. It tastes of honey and spring, and yet, so too is it reminiscent of the crisp autumn air and a soothing mulled wine. It is running through the streets of King's Landing after dark, giggling in the shadows. It is the way he slowly undresses her, gazing into her eyes with awe.

-It is his hand on her swollen belly, and the unspoken promises of how he will care for their child.

-A little spark returns. The darkness of the first love, the unrelenting desire to protect his loved ones at all costs. The pleasure he will take in the suffering of those would bring them harm. It is a blazing love, one that consumes and threatens to end all things.

-But what a glorious ending it would be.

“The Painted Table had been carved and decorated at Lord Aegon’s command; a massive slab of wood, some fifty feet long, carved in the shape of Westeros, and painted to show all the woods and rivers and towns and castles of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“Fire & Blood” by George RR Martin

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"He Can Keep His Tongue."

Daemon Targaryen's fingers danced upon the hilt of Dark Sister, who all but sang from the violence of her prince, bloodlust temporarily sated. What a pair they made, those brutal rogues, so eager for the slightest taste of war.

He needed no more than a moment to look upon the corpse, savoring in the justice brought by his own hand.

Whore, Vaemond had dared to call his wife. Bastards, his sons. The King had ordered the would-be usurper's tongue for such vile words, but Daemon thought his slanders better deserved to rot with him in an early grave.

"He can keep his tongue," Daemon declared before his brother's court, relishing in the shock and terror echoing throughout the halls of the Red Keep.

They cowered before him, those most noble lords and ladies. Had he still the desire for chaos that ruled him in his youth, he would have brought his blade to their throats and sneered as they soiled their finery. As they begged and bled, he would have forced the truth from their lips.

It was not the witnessing of such violence that distressed them, though they would claim it so. It was not the death, nor the pain, nor the fear of meeting a similar fate.

No. It was the single stroke that silenced their precious gods. It was his own will, agonizingly more powerful than that of the Seven.

Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, husband to the princess who would soon be queen, and in the sight of men, more powerful than all the gods.