#dastardlydaemon

[sunfyre-rider]

You’re nothing more than a drunkard clinging to a crown you neither earned nor deserve. Your legacy will be forgotten faster than your whore's name, and the realm will remember you as the greatest disappointment in the history of house Targaryen. Oh wait, you're not really of house Targaryen are you? More a second-hand bastardised version complete with absurd emblems and all called Targtower was it? That also will not be remembered.

Aegon let his uncle say everything he wanted, staring at him with a victorious grin.

"That's a whole new low-level for you, Daemon. I mean... I know you lost it when my father disinherited you, I wish I could've been there to see it, must have been quite a show. Anyways, the crown is mine by right."

"Why don't you go back to Essos, or whatever you came from and find a nice piece of land to raise you sheep and bastard stepsons? Isn't that what second sons do?"

[jacaeryse]

' we should have a good and long talk about women, jacaerys. sit and tell me what you know already and then you can show me your sword moves. ' this is daemon stepping up and doing dad duties.

"We are not having this conversation." Definitely not with Daemon. "Besides, I know plenty. About swords. And things." He waves his stepfather away. "Don't you have to go bother my mom?"

[seasdragon]

Laena   had   travelled   to   Harrenhal   the   moment   news   had   arrived   at   Dragonstone   that   Daemon   had   taken   the   haunted   castle.   What   a   wretched   place   to   be,   and   she   does   not   trust   anyone   in   the   House   Strong   to   leave   him   there   with   just   his   army.   "Did   you   think   I   would   let   you   be   here   on   your   own?   Personally,   I   believe   marriage   involves   being   haunted   by   this   castle   together."   Her   arm   folds   around   his   arm   before   the   half   burn   weirwood   on   the   grounds   of   the   place.   @dastardlydaemon

Even   now,   those   blood   faces   carved   in   the   trees   the   First   Men   wordshipped   put   her   uneasy.   No   dragon   should   be   on   their   own,   and   Laena   understands   his   nature.   "I   was   to   send   Mysaria   here   but   she   seems   to   be   helping   Rhaenyra   with   plans."   At   least   she   is   planning.   That   was   good,   that   meant   things   were   finally   moving   and   they   could   rest   at   ease.   He   already   looks   like   he   had   bad   nights   rest   and   she   does   not   dare   to   ask,   but   regardless,   she   wants   to   know.   "They   say   a   witch   lives   in   these   grounds."   Laena   said,   shifting   to   press   closer   to   him   in   the   cold,   using   the   fire   of   his   skin   to   warm   her   own.   "You   must   be   careful."

[korzionarchive]

thoughts on adam and allan? did corlys father them before he met rhaenys? (i don't see him cheating on her tbh since she's too badass to be treated that way but we don't know?)

Considering that Alyn, at least, looks older than Laenor (who is the firstborn in the show rather than Laena), I would say it's a definite possibility that he fathered them prior to marrying Rhaenys. And I could live with that, and I think so could she. She would probably still be pissed that he took 39 years to tell her, but it's a much lower level of pissed off than if he had cheated.

[valeurex]

let's be frank here the DUDE is more of a dreamer than rider plus his first and last ride was more of a tragedy than fun

This. This is why daemon is just smh at his choice of dragon. Why did you have to choose the oldest and with one foot in the grave dragon to claim viserys??? Were you even serious?! You chose that so you can cop out of flying and being a dragonlord. <- young daemon at vis tbh

[ ... ] S I G H S / @dastardlydaemon.

Deadas* serious if anything. This is why we can't have nice things. And you still wonder why I keep sending you away? Aside from adding salt to sores, you're exposing my secret plans too ...

[twistedtangledfate]

Daemon had been having trouble sleeping since his very first night at this gods forsaken decrepit castle. as much as he loathed how the nights seemed to toy with him and the days were a myriad of idiocy dealing with the current tenants. he had decided to visit caraxes to check on how he was faring all things considered. he was aware that through their bond his dragon was not pleased with this place.

' Caraxes, ' daemon began speaking in his native tongue, his voice a low, soothing rumble. ' how do you find this wretched place? Do the ghosts of Harrenhal trouble you, old friend? '

@dastardlydaemon

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Caraxes had hated Harrenhal from the moment he had landed, digging his claws into the dirt for better purchase. There was something wrong not just with the stones of the buildings but with the very soil itself. He had huffed angrily and snapped at the castle, his muscles tensing as Daemon had dismounted.

He had been almost constantly restless and he had barely slept, fearing what would come find him in those sleeping hours. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and it was driving him mad that Daemon insisted on staying in this place.

He could smell Daemon as he approached and he shifted from foot to foot before stepping forward to meet him, closing that distance between them.

I do not like it. It is wrong. We should not be here.

He snarled at the castle behind Daemon, his lip curling back from his teeth, baring them as though he could attack the castle and bring the wretched thing down and scorch the earth.

[forgaeven1]

❛ will you be at the training ground all day ? ❜

a short sc ♡︎ / @dastardlydaemon

[edrurysz]

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[isefyres-archive]

@dastardlydaemon asked: ' When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging. ' for laena

The   young   woman   eyes   look   forward,   amusement   dancing   on   lilac   eyes   at   such   forward   words.   But   that   is   what   she   wanted,   was   it   not?   She   had   been   the   one   who   chase   after   the   prince   and   it   seems   in   all   aspects   of   his   life,   he   defends   his   title   of   rogue   with   dear   life.   Laena   plays   coy   for   a   moment,   hands   moving   to   her   back,   resting   with   ease   there   as   she   moves   closer   to   the   prince,   eyes   shifting   to   the   ground,   ever   so   casually   steps.   "Surely   there   is   a   first   time   for   everything,   My   Prince.   Maybe   you   just   haven't   found   the   right   woman   that   can   do   that."   She   points   out,   sharpness   of   words   driven   once   more   by   her   eyes   as   she   looks   back   in   defiance.  

"No   shame   in   begging   either.   It   just   means   the   other   person   is   doing   their   proper   job.   You   surely   would   not   need   all   those   women   if   you   had   a   wife   who   did   her   job   properly."   Lips   curve   into   a   knowing   smile,   hands   falling   to   her   side   and   then,   moving   forward,   to   adjust   the   collar   of   the   prince's   neck,   fingers   gracing   over   his   neck   for   a   brief   moment   at   the   action.   "I   would   keep   your   secret   if   you   begged,   of   course.   Though   I'm   sure   you   love   the   opposite."   And   her   mind   races   with   ideas   and   thoughts.  

The   prince   commands   armies   and   women   with   his   looks   and   confidence,   in   those   moments,   Laena   wants   to   be   one   of   those   women   and   further.   In   a   whispered   tone,   coyness   dissapears,   as   she   leans   to   speak   on.   "Would   you   enjoy   it   if   I   begged?"

[estarion]

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[rubistella]

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[treheks]

💚SEASON TWO EP FIVE STARTERS : @dastardlydaemon

"You   barely   sleep,   Your   Grace.   Lord   Strong   said   to   brew   you   something   for   better   sleep."   Regardless   of   it   all,   he   takes   what   she   offers,   Alys   offers   a   cup   as   she   enters   into   his   room,   unannounced,   curtains   opened   to   reveal   the   sun   was   up,   meaning   the   hour   of   the   wolf   was   now   gone   from   their   mind.   "Heard   the   commotion   last   night   with   the   Brackens.   Is   that   what   you   had   planned   to   happen?"   She   can   almost   jest   about   it   and   offer   an   amused   smile   but   he   is   as   unpredictable   as   any   man   with   power   whose   ideas   turn   to   reality   but   not   quite   as   they   wished   them   to   go.  

She   let   herself   sit   by   the   edge   of   the   bed   as   the   food   was brought   to   him   on   a   tray.   "Figured   you   had   no   desire   to   see   the   Strongs   for   a   while.   Best   to   have   your   food   here   and   keep   your   strength   if   you   keep   on   working   on   the   castle."   Indeed   his   hands   remain   dirty   with   the   castle   walls   as   he   works   with   other   men.   Alys   has   to   admire   at   least   that.   

[korzionarchive]

⤙ ✢ ⤚ The news arrived at Harrenhal like a bitter wind, carried by a raven whose black feathers seemed to absorb the light of the setting sun. Daemon Targaryen stood in the great hall, the air thick with the weight of strategy and whispered conversations. When the raven's arrival was announced, a hush fell over the room. He approached the bird, his fingers deftly untying the message from its leg.

The parchment felt heavy in his hand, as though it carried the weight of the world. He unfurled it and read the words that would forever alter the course of their war.

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen has fallen at Rook's Rest. Vhagar and Aemond were her end.

For a moment, Daemon's vision tunnelled, the edges of the room blurring into insignificance. The Black Queen's side had lost its fiercest dragon rider, and he had lost a beloved ally, a woman who even if he never agreed with, had often butted heads with and hardly saw as a favourite cousin. he did still respect her deeply for her strength, her wisdom, and her unwavering loyalty to their cause. Rhaenys, the Queen Who Never Was, had always been a pillar of fire and steel towards his wife and he recognised that she advised her the best she could. and now she was gone.

He crumpled the parchment in his fist, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. Rage boiled within him, a molten fury that threatened to consume him from the inside out. The greens had struck a grievous blow, and Aemond, with his monstrous dragon, had become an even greater threat. The loss of Rhaenys was not just a tactical setback; it was a wound that cut deep into the heart of their rebellion.

His mind raced, a maelstrom of grief and anger. He saw her face in his mind's eye, the fierce determination that had always burned there, the way she had defied convention and claimed her destiny. She had died a warrior's death, facing down Vhagar and Aemond with all the courage she possessed. But the knowledge did little to quell the pain.

Daemon turned to those gathered in the hall, his voice a growl of barely controlled rage. ' Princess Rhaenys has fallen at Rook's Rest, ' he announced, the words bitter on his tongue. ' Vhagar and Aemond have taken her from us. '

The room erupted into a cacophony of shock, but Daemon's gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the sun was setting in a blaze of red and gold. He could almost see the battle in his mind, the clash of titanic dragons, the fire and blood that had marked Rhaenys' final stand.

' we will avenge her, ' he vowed, his voice low but filled with an unyielding resolve. ' aemond will pay for this. They all will pay. '

He turned on his heel, the weight of his grief fueling the fire in his veins. There would be no rest for him tonight, nor in the nights to come. The time for mourning would come later, in the quiet moments when he could afford to feel the full measure of his loss. But now, there was only the drive to strike back, to honour Rhaenys' memory with the fury of a dragon's wrath.

As he strode from the hall, the shadow of Caraxes loomed in the distance, the great beast sensing his rider's turmoil. Daemon approached his dragon, feeling the familiar surge of power and connection. He placed a hand on Caraxes' scaled snout, drawing strength from the bond they shared.

' Prepare yourself, old friend, ' he whispered. ' we fly to vengeance. '

With that, Daemon mounted his dragon, the fury of his heart matched only by the fire in his blood. Together, they would rain hell upon their enemies, and the skies would burn with the flames of their retribution. For Rhaenys, for the cousin who was also the grandmother of his daughters.

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[valeurex]

@dastardlydaemon :

once viserys takes hold of him and pulls him close into that embrace he had not so secretly wanted daemon does not move at first, a beat or two pass, until he finally pulls a hand to take hold of the back of his brother's shoulder as leans down and he buries his face into his embrace.

Armor dismantled, an intermediary safeguard step to preside over melodramatic quarrels. Such unhabitude —- to be in possession under lock and key when walls consisted solely of brother's arms. He could feel the weight of facials sinking into blacken leathers mantling his shoulder, and the smile that one couldn't see came to materialize with inspiriting candor. A comb through silver strands now cropped from ruins belatedly reserved.

Viserys held him tightly in such unarming enfold; like many times prior, and perhaps this one moment their parents could rest with ease. A muttering whisp, decadent, square to outspoken, avowed, and loving, '' No more fighting. '' Not today ...

[forgaeven1]

instagram edit: rhea & @dastardlydaemon / ♡

[lcevblossomedmoved]

"Will you be taking Baela or Rhaena?" Laena asks as she glances over to her husband. She was content to take either girl so she figured that she would let him choose. It was a big moment, the little babies first flight. They had waited until Laena had healed a bit and was feeling better but it was still fairly early. She knew that Daemon's mother had done it with him and Viserys she wanted to do it with the girls as well a first flight as young babes.

The idea thrilled her and she was ready her riding leathers on and a wrap to put the baby in for a bit of extra security. She wished her family could be here for this but it had been a spur of the moment decision to do this right now. The weather was nice and well it just felt right so Vhagar and Caraxes were ready so were their riders. "I am much too excited come on pick one of the girls up let's go." She says with a smile.

@dastardlydaemon // laena starter