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Rhaenys literally had the power to end it all before it started 😫 Why girl, why 😭

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Can someone please write an Aemond x Rhaenyra and Daemon x Rhaenyra Fanfic please? I want to see an epic love triangle and romantic rivalry 🙏🏻😫

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Can we all just appreciate the swordsmanship of Daemon Targaryen of slicing him just above the mouth and where his tongue was. What a g 👌🏻

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“I want (crickets) nothing.”

Our boy was thinking of asking for our girls’ hand again. What an absolute chad 😂

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“I spared you. You were a child…”

Dude, you straight up begged her father for her hand twice. Ain’t nothing left to spare 😂

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Dameon again donning his ‘I’m about to do bad shit in the name of love cloak’.

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Just a gentle reminder that our ship is getting MARRIED next episode 👰🏼‍♀️🤵🏼🧣🩸

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The smile he gives Laena before she sits down is weak but doesn’t reach his eyes. When Laena sits beside him he ignores her. He looks off into the distance and up at the sky as if wishing to be somewhere else but there.

When he’s told the news of Rhaenyra giving birth to another son he instinctively grabs the cup of wine. This is a way to portray Daemon’s handling of negative emotions (we saw him do this after leaving Rhaenyra in the brothel).

Also when Laena mentions Rhaenyra, it’s the first time Daemon even acknowledges her. It’s almost if she’s plucked him out of his brooding reverie and into the present by Rhaenyra’s mentioning.

The bitterness and jealousy in his voice as he sarcastically quips who she’s really with is palpable. It makes it worse for Daemon because the guy she’s hooking up with is in the position Daemon used to be in with his former title. He’s also very aware of her sexual exploits and the resentment and disapproval of them is clear in his tone. This is a stark contrast to his statement of ‘marriage is a political arrangement’.

After remarking on how the wine is not as good as the wine in Westeros, he is alluding to how ‘things here are not as good as Westeros’ implying the company as he detached himself from her on the rooftop to gaze once more at the sky and be alone. She insists that he must miss home and his outright refusal is again paralleling his desire for home previously with his scene with Rhaenyra of ‘the comforts of home’. When she calls his bluff and says aloud she is not the wife he would have wanted, he scarcely refutes it and is sympathetic to Laena’a hurt but does not have the will to lie to her. His obsession with his house and its dynasty and legacy is also revealed and it speaks of his devotion to his family even from afar. To summarise, Daemon is experiencing grief and loss of what he once had: his station, his pride and Rhaenyra and uses alcohol as a coping mechanism for it. His constant gazing at the sky is his wish to escape his current situation and return home and to its comforts — Rhaenyra

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For all of the frustrated Daemyra fans after 1x05, here is my salve:

He spots her amongst the throngs of people and hones in on her like a predator would its prey and stalks towards her with all the confidence and charm and mastery a dragon would, plucks off the moth of Sir Harwin enraptured by the beauty of her dragon flame and circles around her possessively, dangerously, wantonly.

“Is this what you want?”

He tries to hold back his jealousy as the dragon inside of him strains against the shackle of his decorum. The dragon inside of him that wants to take her - all consequences be damned.

She bites back with resentment, fangs bared, “I was not aware what I wanted mattered to you”.

He feels the sting but chose to ignore it.

“This is not for you…”

She looks at him pointedly, knowingly, piercingly.

“Laenor is a good man and a fine knight. He will bore you senseless”.

He speaks seductively, caressing each vowel and consonant in High Valyrian to draw her in, to get her to submit as he inches closer to her, their bodies almost touching.

“Marriage is only a political arrangement I hear.” Her voice drips with sarcasm but the bitterness is waning and her body opens towards him out of a need she cannot understand.

“Mine was recently dissolved.” He gleefully announces, eyes sparkling as he told her - any Ill feeling between them now laid aside.

She feels something indescribable take ahold of her as though made mad by passion and longing and his close proximity that calls to her like a siren.

“So take me then. Has this not been your purpose?” She taunts, her power and mental gymnastics shining.

She coos and draws her face closer to his own, relishing in the gravity she has over him.

“I am not yet married but the hours pass swiftly….”

He feels unhinged at what she is implying and he has to call on every fibre of his being not to throw her over his shoulder that instant and snatch her away.

“You are surely armed,” she drawls.

Their eye-contact is so intense that he feels he is fucking her right there and then and that she has the puppet strings of his heart and the keys to his inner demon; toying with his sanity as his eyes and consciousness cloud over with all-consuming desire.

She commands him, “Cut through my father’s kingsguard. Take me to dragonstone and make me your wife”.

He doesn’t need her to say anything more.

He grabs her possessively by her neck and pulls her form to his own and she bends for him like a willow, melting into his touch as he brings their two heads together.

Their lips are a hairs-breath away and his thick cologne overwhelms her as she is intoxicated by his presence and the tickle of his breath on her cheek.

He looks down at her adoringly and admires her for a moment as close as he can possibly get before a fervour infects him and he seizes her lips with his own, his grip tightening on her neck as he thinks darkly ‘mine… only mine’

She opens up to him and his ministrations fully and is lost within his embrace and his lips and his warmth and his heavy cologne all at once as all caution of their surroundings is thrown to the wind in the headiness of unadulterated rapture.

As she is floating in this frozen moment, she is ungracefully ripped from it by a sudden commotion from behind them.

Daemon brandishes his sword on instinct, the other arm wrapped around her waist territorially.

The crowd parts for them in the middle as they observe Ser Criston and Joffrey Lonmouth sprawled on the floor brawling.

Turning momentarily to spy an enraged Viserys and shocked Velaryons, Daemon makes a split second decision and takes advantage of the commotion by throwing a still dazed and breathless Rhaenyra over his shoulder and sashays them out of the Great Hall with as much finesse as he can muster.

Just as he is about to cross over the threshold, the Kingsgaurd are bellowed into action and Daemon manages to twirl and single-handedly cut 2 of them down like butter as he balances Rhaenyra’s lithe form.

His goldcloaks are outside and he whistles for them to come to action. 50 of them springing up out of their sentinel positions and descending on the Kingsgaurd on their tail.

Rhaenyra gasps as she watches everything escalate in the distance as Daemon carries her off, his arm tightly securing her waist.

“Did you plan all of this?” She asks incredulously.

She can’t see his face but she can practically feel the cocky curve of his mouth as he says, “When do I plan anything?”

His tone then becomes dark and husky and she trembles as he states, “You are mine Rhaenyra. You belong to me, with me and in my bed. You asked me to bring you to Dragonstone and that is what I will do. I will make you my wife in the tradition of our house and put a baby in you. That clear?”

She always knew Daemon was unhinged but to hear him so hell-bent was a novelty for her and one that equally terrified and aroused her.

She felt a heat pool between her legs and she shifted uncomfortably in his grasp that he only tightened.

He was heading to her room she realised from the familiar walls and surroundings she was passing - albeit strange looking at them in a backwards motion.

“Why are you taking us here? Don’t we need to escape?”

“Well observed, but to essentially abduct you in plain sight through the main gates would be suicide, Rhaenyra. I have 50 goldcloaks loyal to me and willing to die for me but not an entire army at my disposal… not yet anyway. We’ll leave through the secret passages down to the dragonpit and take off on Ceraxes and Syrax. Not before taking 4 or 5 dragon eggs of course…”

“4 or 5?! What the Seven Hells for?”

He entered her chamber soundlessly and brought her to her bed before throwing her off of him and onto it.

She could see his face now and it was dangerous and devilish and his eyes starved as he drank her in.

“For the number of babes I’m going to put inside you.”

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Commentators and people are still saying Daemon is using Rhaenyra to vie for the throne with a lovesick expression like this. C’mon folks, get with the programme because this ship is SAILING 🛳👌🏻😂

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I blame Daemon Targaryen for my high expectations of men 🥵 🔥

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What Rhaenyra got up to after Daemon left her

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Am I the only one that watched x04 and didn’t perceive it as romantic? Sexually charged and lust-filled for sure but Daemon was using Rhaenyra like a chess piece on his board to becoming King (albeit consort). There was a distinct lack of emotional intimacy which I found disappointing as a Daemyra fan desperately salivating for any bone they’ll throw at us. I do believe he genuinely cares for her as she is his family, but I believe his sense of loyalty to his family, his blood and its legacy overrides all else. He sees how his brother is weakening his house and he wants to rebuild it anew - Rhaenyra being the instrument of what he needs for it. The moment he stepped away and couldn’t get it up, he had a crisis of conscience and I hope Rhaenyra will continue to be the tether to his emotions. We should see a lot of character development from this grey character and I do believe over time he will ‘fall’ for her. He acts like someone with OCPD who is rarely fazed by the affairs of the heart and is focused single-mindedly on his vision of what he perceives to be right. God help us all

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The amount of parallels and mirroring in Ep3 between Damon and Rhaenyra is insane. Drenched in blood after being victorious over their enemy and bringing it back as a trophy of their strength. These two were born to rule with fire and BLOOD 🔥🩸

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Can anyone send me some romantic Daemyra fanfic? Like I know we’re all being driven insane by the sexual tension between these two but all I’m reading on AO3 is smut and I want SUBSTANCE ladies and gents! I want our lady courted like the high born lady she is 🤌🏻