#* 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ﹠ thread.
status : open .
setting : the edges of the great hall .
when : the evening of the wedding .
daemon maneuvered about the room with a familiar ease, and not for the first time that evening does the déjà vu hit him, the situation and the celebrations, memories of a wedding he’d held with fondness. but the more time he’s spent with shaera in recent days, a part of him felt hopeful that perhaps they might find that same sort of happiness he’d once held with laena. he wished for it, at least, that maybe the gods would offer him this kindness after all they have already put him through, though he knew wanting for such things was unlikely to get him far. daemon accepted each congratulations ( and calculating side - eye ) with a warm smile and the grace of any crown prince, kind thanks offered in return as was expected of him. head inclines just slightly towards the person nearest him, hands clasped loosely behind his back as gaze shifts towards bride across the room. ❝ i do hope you’re enjoying yourself. have you had the opportunity to taste the tarts, yet ? i’m hoping there’ll still be some left for later. ❞
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status : closed for aegon targaryen ↝ @crvwnfought .
setting : an empty balcony off the main hall .
when : an evening feast during the festival of matrimony .
goblet of wine dangled from his fingers as the evening air settled around them, shoulders slack and a slight frown on his lips meant only for him and the moon high above. the only being he ever talked to truly uninhibited, who heard every confession in the dark and knew every line where prince blurred into man just trying to hold himself together. he’d slipped away from the evening’s feast, a celebration of the day’s joust winners, and one he prayed to the seven his absence from would not be nearly as noted. daemon knows it’s a fools dream to think he’d get much time alone with all the nobles teeming around them, knows it’s mere lucky he’d gotten this long without company. but the quiet steps in the hallway behind him have him straightening almost imperceptibly, as if the weight on his shoulders hadn’t been threatening to drag him down into the depths of blackwater bay itself, and he turned ever so slightly to make out who it was. he wondered if it was familiarity or the distance between them that made him straighten further. ❝ quite the raucous bunch inside, aren’t they, brother ? ❞ and perhaps it’s the couple glasses of wine in his system, but the small smile he offers aegon in greeting is not nearly as hard as it usually is. ❝ but it’s also too beautiful a night to go unappreciated. ❞
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status : closed for larra rogare ↝ @vedritied .
setting : the dragonstone targaryen quarters, staerdale .
❝ i’ve already spoken to the kitchens, ❞ daemon started, small quirk of a smile tugging at his lips as he set the plate of treats on the table before them. larra was many things — sharp - tongued and oft unbothered — but over the past several months, he’d come to see her with a great fondness. she was as much another little sister for him to dote upon as he was no better than another lordling that should be doing so in the first place. it was a demeanor that had brought a certain liveliness to dragonstone, and though there was no blood between them, that didn’t make her any less family. ❝ and i’ve advised them to defer to the lyseni cook that you favor, as i know save for our tarts, ❞ the aforementioned treat he’d provided for their quiet afternoon, ❝ you are not terribly fond of westerosi foods. ❞ daemon plucked one from the tray ( carefully avoiding the ones she’d made certain he knew were her favorites ) as he settled in one of the armchairs near the fire, words teasing as he motioned for her to do the same. ❝ i’m sure you’ve not missed the persistence of westerosi lords, either, hm ? ❞
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status : closed for aerea targaryen ↝ @perfervvidus .
setting : the dance floor .
when : the evening of the wedding .
there is something warm, if not a bit mischievous, in his gaze as calculated steps carrying him towards aerea’s familiar figure. kindred spirits, two sides of the same coin, he couldn’t imagine any of his siblings that quite understood it the way that she did. her marriage to matteno was different to that of his and laena’s, but a dead spouse was a dead spouse, and perhaps one day, she would marry again and daemon wouldn’t have to cross the narrow sea just to see her. ❝ would her highness be so kind as to spare a dance for her dear brother ? ❞ he hummed, hand extended as he offered his sister a bright smile. usual sense of adventure is dulled between the two if only for propriety’s sake, but perhaps when the celebrations came to an end, things would feel easy once more. ❝ i believe we’ve established quite a tradition at weddings, have we not ? ❞
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status : closed for alerie tyrell ↝ @glvrious .
setting : the refreshments table .
when : the evening of the wedding .
❝ you’d tell me if any of the lords are making it hard to enjoy yourself, wouldn’t you ? ❞ daemon asked, because though celebrated groom, he couldn’t help but look out for them the same way he would any of his siblings. still, there’s a twinkle of amusement in his gaze as he passes them a goblet of wine, smiling into it as he took a long sip. ❝ artur especially. if he steps on your toes at all, i assure you i’m not afraid to muss up that pretty blonde hair of his in payback. ❞ though daemon doubted that’d be necessary at all, considering what fleeting glimpses he’s managed to catch of the two throughout the evening. and above all, he wanted them both to have happiness, more than well - deserved after everything they’d been through. still, words remain a gentle tease as he offered her a wink. ❝ and if he is any more a pain than that, i’m sure valyris would be happy to scare him into shape. ❞
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status : closed for rhaegar targaryen ↝ @glvrious .
setting : somewhere along the sidelines .
when : the evening of the wedding .
fingers tap along the side of his wine goblet in time to the time of the music that wraps around them all, as comforting an embrace as any, daemon supposed. his time on the sidelines has been limited at best, a prince with expectation to be fully present among his people, to show his gratitude for their attendance ( as if his father would allow otherwise ) and enjoy the wedding festivities to their fullest. but even he is due for some small reprieve, and he finds it soon enough in familiar redhead of his youngest brother, placing a gentle hand to rhaegar’s shoulder as he offered him a slight smile. ❝ now that i’ve been married twice, i can feel pretty confident in telling you that if you’re waiting for the right moment, it simply may never come. ❞ words are offered quietly, meant only for his brother’s ears, and he gazes on the younger targaryen with a far too knowing look, especially recounting their conversation on the training grounds. ❝ tonight you should be enjoying yourself more than any other. ❞
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status : closed for shaera rogare targaryen ↝ @shesiren .
setting : the great hall .
when : the evening of the wedding .
whatever reservations he had about their marriage, they had nothing to do with shaera herself, heart still heavy from the loss of a wife he never felt satisfied with the answers of. the love he held for laena couldn’t be pushed aside, nor could it be so easily forgotten, but he held no ill feelings for the woman he now called wife, and from now on he’d be the voice against those that did. two goblets of wine cradled expertly in one hand as he maneuvered through the throng of bodies, the other extended towards the small of her back in lieu of announcing his arrival. ❝ for you, ❞ he offers quietly, smile at the corner of his lips as it always was. next words hardly falter in their charm, though less of a show when offered just low enough for her ears. ❝ i’m not sure if it’s been said yet, and i’m sure my sister will gush about it aplenty, but you make a radiant princess. ❞
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status : closed for shaera rogare ↝ @shesiren .
setting : the street of flour .
when : during the festival of matrimony .
the streets of king’s landing are bustling with shops eager to sell their wares and nobles wandering between the various celebrations. daemon much preferred the street of flour, the bakeries wafting the sweet scents of fresh bread and delightful pastries, which is perhaps why he’d steered them towards it on their leisurely walk. ❝ you should know now, ❞ he hummed, casting a smile towards his betrothed that was laced with amusement, ❝ that as good as the pastries are when made in the kitchens, nothing quite beats those that you’ll find here. ❞ there’s an easiness to his gate, violet hues dancing with the thrum of excitement around them, despite the guards that remain not too far behind. though the festival served as an all - too pressing reminder of just how near their wedding loomed, how it would likely be a while before they walked so freely through the streets again. ❝ so if there’s anything that catches your eye, or you enjoy, we can have some sent to the keep. ❞ voice dropped, almost conspiratorially. ❝ the pear and plum tarts are quite delightful, in my opinion. ❞
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status : closed for vasila targaryen ↝ @trgryns .
setting : the edge of the dance floor .
when : the evening of the wedding .
his wedding though it was, that hardly stopped daemon from watching after his sibling’s scattered forms, engaged in conversations and dances and conversing amidst the other nobles. he watched them all fondly, as he always did, their freedoms and happiness always highest of his priorities. what was the sacrifice of his own, if the king did not breathe down their neck and insist upon making them live their lives a certain way — more than he already did ? catching sight of vasila, there’s a small smile on his lips as steps begin carrying him towards them. only a year between them, and yet they would always been his younger sister, sharp tongue and fire in their heart, oh how he loved them so. ❝ you know, sister, if this is how you shine at my wedding, you will certainly put the gods to shame when it comes time for you to marry, yourself. perhaps you may allow me a dance, fair dragon ? lest dear sister burns me for neglect, ❞ daemon offered with a gentle tease, eyes alight with warmth.
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status : closed for shaera targaryen ↝ @shesiren .
setting : their private chambers, the dragonstone targaryen quarters, staerdale .
the days were filled with greeting guests and guiding them through his father’s renovations, and afternoons into evenings spent looking over the plans for rebuilding king’s landing that aerea had non - discretely left for him. daemon didn’t mind it, understood it as both necessity and want, the place that had been their home no matter what seats drew the twins apart. but he cannot focus on it now, not with the servants whispers and gazes that seemed to trail him down the hallways, wondering if it is scorn that follows willingness to accept a lyseni bride or pity that perhaps the fool’s hand is his to hold, as it has always been. he wants to be angry, a part of him is that he could hope to want for something that gods have only taunted him with, but it is overruled by that part of him that aches for it not to be true, that aches for the life inside his wife to be partly his own. that was the thing about rumors, though, wasn’t it ? they had to come from somewhere. he barely registered their chamber door opening, gaze settled over new valyria as if willing the gods to take their cruelties elsewhere. his voice is quiet when he finally speaks. ❝ is it true ? ❞
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status : closed for alicent lannister ↝ @crvwnfought .
setting : near the lannisport lannister quarters, staerdale .
❝ have you and young jaime managed to settle in alright ? ❞ daemon asked, tone warm and familiar with woman whose loss mirrored his own. his stance is casual, more friend than prince in the quiet hallways as hands were held loosely behind his back. theirs was a friendship he clung to dearly, even if it had been forged on less than ideal circumstances, and one he knew he’d hold onto no matter how much time passed. while their conversation at the wedding at been good, a welcome reprieve from the storm of his thoughts, he knew it was not an evening many, if any, recalled with fondness. ❝ i heard he had a birthday while we were all apart, and i didn’t want to forget to give him his gift. ❞
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when : the masquerade ball ; where : the refreshments table .
there is the barest of openings in his father’s choice of mask for him, the eye holes a given, though he’d found the removable lips of his mask entirely on accident. daemon was certainly grateful for the mechanism, and after a fair bit of mingle, had removed it in favor of his new position by the refreshments. between the wine and small cakes and dainty finger foods, he’d likely have been one grumpy man if he’d been expected not to enjoy the fruits of the party. ❝ there’s so many options, ❞ he offered, glancing towards the nearest individual with a delighted little smirk, ❝ how are we meant to choose ? between the tarts and the wine, and the charming outfits, i’d say his majesty has spoiled us. ❞ and oh, how the prince relished in the anonymity of it all.
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status : closed for tommen lannister ↝ @shesiren .
setting : sidelines of the great sept of baelor .
when : the maester’s funeral rites .
as much as he was expected to be present, a beacon of strength and surety in the confusion and concern that will undoubtedly follow. for whatever unease of his own that he feels, daemon manages to mask it well as he sought out a familiar face in the crowd, tommen’s presence as much a comfort as it was a reassurance. hand pressed to his shoulder in way of greeting, inclining his head towards the mass of nobles around them. the prince, at least, has enough mind to keep his voice low when he speaks. ❝ a magnificent turnout for a poor situation. i imagine most of them wouldn’t have been able to pick maester samuel from any other maester in the crowd. ❞ with a quiet sigh, he shook his head. ❝ as terrible as his opinions were, he was still a staple around here. ❞
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status : closed for daella targaryen ↝ @flowrsrot .
setting : the great sept of baelor .
when : the maester’s funeral rites .
❝ a most somber occasion, indeed, ❞ daemon mused softly, standing as still as any statue of the seven that lined the great sept. it was his duty to stand alongside his father in his grief, to support his decisions even if he did not fully understand them. or support them himself, but it was not his place to question the arrest of stefan baratheon so publicly, to go against the word of the small council itself. so yes, dutiful as targaryen and as son he remained, even if daemon turned over a dozen and one things that made him doubt the choice. ❝ how do you fair, daella ? is there anything i can get for you ? ❞
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status : closed for rhaegar targaryen ↝ @glvrious .
setting : the training grounds, taking a break .
it is nice to have a moment without every concern pressing in on him at once, to spend time with rhaegar and without having to be acutely aware of courtly manners and prying eyes. there’s an easy smile on daemon’s lips, one genuine despite how hard it is to come by lately, and he tapped the flat part of his sword against the back of one of rhaegar’s calves. ❝ been slacking on your footwork, huh ? daenys not chasing you around enough ? thoughts elsewhere ? ❞ words are teasing as water is passed to his brother, and the prince relished in the warm afternoon sunlight. the training grounds had been blissfully deserted as the pair had sparred, none paying them a glance aside from the guards that always trailed not far behind. and though thoughts of the ball brought with them thoughts of the murder that had taken place not long after, he seemed to recall the sight of his brother’s red curls slipping from it for quite some time. some details always recognizable, he supposed. ❝ or perhaps i’m just not as interesting as a pretty swan on your arm, hm ? you looked like you moved quite quickly in their company. ❞
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status : closed for shaera rogare ↝ @shesiren .
setting : a fountain in the gardens .
with news of the maester’s death promptly disrupting whatever initial plans there had been for their betrothal celebration, it’s no wonder it’s been hard to find a moment for the pair of them to talk. still, daemon’s managed to make time, lest his mother decided to round on him with a stern expression he’d tried to avoid since he was young, and the shaded fountain in the middle of the gardens is at least a reprieve from the other nobles. ❝ how are you fairing, my lady ? my apologies i’ve not sought you out sooner, things have been rather tense with this dreadful business. ❞ and though his tone is light, there is sincerity in his apology, as well. both of them picked for this marriage that they were expected to wear smiles for, a death amidst it was certainly less than ideal. plucking one of the blossoms along their leisurely path, he extended it to shaera with a small smile. ❝ at least the weather is on our side for our celebrations, no ? ❞
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