Daemon (3) Arthur (21) Rhaena(8) face to face

AN: okay sooooooooo one of my favorite chapters I've written so far. Hope you enjoy :))

We see dad asses his daughters choice of husband. We see said husband not give in. A silent agreement leads to conflict.

We see rhaenas reaction to said conflict. Btw, the hornwoods of beyond the wall are related to those in the northwest of windows watch 🙏 that will be important soon as well. Afterall, we have to intro the thenn and hornfoot for the north at some point.

Coast of Runestone, the vale, 130 AC

DAEMON

Seeing my daughter arrive atop morning makes me smile. However, the garb she wears is fascinating. A loose flowing robe that has armor woven into the vital parts of the body.

This brings me to the next thing I see. For I feel caraxes stir behind me. A deep, rumbling growl echoed out of his firey throat. One that roughly translated to, 'be careful'.

To feel my mount nervous made me wonder what manner of beast I'm about to see.

It doesn't take long. But I hear it before I see it.

The sound that rings out is unlike any I've ever heard. And I saw the black dread breathe.

It was a call to kneel. My blood stirred and boiled. 'the gall'.

My musing is broken when I see the beast.

Dark as the midnight sky in a cloudy thunderstorm, with metallic steel coloring decorating its chest and wings.

The size of the mount was also told to me true. From my cousins own words, one of the 4 people to see the end of the golden dragon sunfyre, said it happened in mere moments.

Like a predator toying with prey.

Such thoughts made me all the more eager to see this man. To test him. For if he is not forged of Valyrian steel, I'll end this folly today.

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Although suprised by the dragon seasmoke accompany the black dragon like a servant waiting tooth and claw, my shock comes from the man who gets down from it.

Dressed in a essosi looking version of the cloak my daughter wears, only unlike my daughter his hood is up. When he removes it I'm shocked.

For I know who this is. Rhaenys had described him to me. 'When I saw him I almost fainted from shock. Like I was two and ten years in the past preparing to bid Corlys farewell.'

(Image)

Lastly the black dragon landed. With its head being so close to me now, I can see it's steel grey eyes looking into mine own lilac. The gaze then moved behind me, and the deep growl that reverberated out of the black beast shook the bones in my chest.

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As I watch the rider finally dismount after his dragon had made it clear that caraxes and I will not enjoy our time should this end in fire and blood.

I keep that in mind. And the words of my daughter in the letter.

I thought I'd been shocked enough seeing Corlys II arrive atop seasmoke. But the great steel colored beast that strode down the wing with my daughters prospective husband was a sight to see.

While in harrenhall, my time with the grey-beards gave me the need to meet the starks.

'Looks like ill be able to kill two birds with one stone.' I think as I see the man arrive before me.

Just like my daughters cloak, the man wore a similar style.

(Image without the gun)

An overall color of red with lined white borders in an intricate design.

AN: the Celtic design.

His hood is up. But that makes no difference. For I finally see the eyes i dreamed of as a boy.

Although not completely red, I think the Valyrian steel design is even more incredible. Take into account that he has no whites. His pupils take up the entire eye. 'Truly the eyes of a dragon'

But no matter how impressed i am at his figure, it's time to see how he deals with pressure.

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ARTHUR

Seeing Rhaenas father is exactly as I imagined. Dressed in his classic red and black getup.

Rhaeana decided to break the apparently uncomfortable staring contest between the rogue prince and I.

(Father, tis so good to see you again. It's been too long. However, I must say I find myself surprised by your appearance. I had thought you to be guarding harrenhall?)

But we all knew why he was here. Which is why it took him a moment or two to break eye contact with me and look at Rhaena, who had moved to my side as soon as I got in front of morgoth and taken my arm.

'Not the best way to keep your dad happy rhae' I silently say to myself as I take the opportunity to look at Alyn. Despite his clear nervousness, his shoulders are slackening by inches each second. A good sign. Can't have him getting anxious at every tense meeting. There's sure to be a few more.

I put my attention back on Daemon as he speaks, (what else is a father to do when he learns his youngest daughter is going halfway across the continent without his consent?)

I feel her bristle in my arms. But she doesn't speak back. He's kind of right. Although not about asking permission, sending the letter was perfect. He's just trying to make her uncomfortable.

I step in, steering his would be wrath away from her.

(Tis good to meet the only dragonlord those filthy andals have been scared of since the conqueror,) deciding it best not to mention a kin-slayer given the current dynamics.

He looks at me. And nobody else can see it. But I see his lip turn up slightly at my words. However, he still had a reputation to keep. One I won't fault him on. But will beat out of him soon.

(So you're Arthur Valhalla. Hm. I must say, when I'd heard about the dragonlord who fought both the usurper and the one eye, I'd expected more than a boy. Not even older than my stepson. Imagine my disappointment.)

I feel Rhaenas arms become a death lock on mine. And hear alyns breath catch, But I smile behind the cloak of darkness adorning my head and don't answer him. Instead, I decide it's time to get this over with.

If he's come here to fight, we will do it the right way. Fortunately, I was prepared for such things. As I have something akin to medical tape from my old world. Although made out of leather and not tape, it served the same purpose, not breaking your wrist on someone's face.

Speaking to Rhaena while keeping my eyes on her father I say, (princess, would you and Alyn excuse prince daeamon and I for just a breath? I'm afriad what we needs must discuss is not for others ears.) her arms steadily hold onto mine tighter the more I speak.

But daemon speaks before she does. (A great idea. Lord Valhalla. One I myself was about to suggest.)

This time a smile does come onto that face. Though it's more a smirk for true.

Slipping out of rhaenas grip Lilke a limp noodle, I and the rogue prince mount our dragons and take to the skies.

I see Rhaena trying to get to morning but is stopped by Alyn. He's speaking to her but she doesn't look happy. The look she throws my way promises trouble later. 'Oh great.'

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DAEMON

i know that look anywhere. The one my daughter is giving lord Valhalla. That makes this all the more important. For that's the same one Rhaenyra gives me when I do something 'rogue- ish'.

In truth the boy was impressive. Decided to get to the meat of the issue. I can respect that. And if I'm right, he and I are about to duel.

Landing a few leagues from my daughter and Corlys II the boy speaks after dismounting his dragon, (call caraxes into the sky. I do not want a dragon biting me in half.)

He finished and his own black mount flew into the sky, cirlcling above us. Knowing he's right, as I myself would not want to feel the teeth of the obsidian beast I order caraxes into the sky. Informing him not to try to fight the black dragon. As we will handle that.

After both beasts are in the sky he speaks again while throwing me two thick brown leather ties, (do as I do)

He begins at his wrist, wrapping it 3 times before moving up until his hand is covered before moving onto the next one.

I look at him like he's a simpleton. When he's finished the second hand he looks at me and asks. (What?)

I respond, (why do you wrap your hand?) now it's he who looks at me like a simpleton.

(I don't want to break my wrist on your jaw.) he says and finally takes off his hood.

Aside from a slightly longer face I've heard is indicitive of starks, he's as Valyrian as can be. With the strong jaws the Valhalla were said to have, the eyes of a dragon, and the curly Snow White hair gives me all i need to know he speaks truth about his lineage.

Though my next question doesn't come out of my mouth, it is one I will be asking in the future. 'How did his family stay hidden for 200 years?'

AN: as only a few people have confirmed he's from Valyria, they didn't tell daemon at Dragonstone. A wise choice given his character. 'Dragons made us kings. Not dreams'

But I understand his word. I wish I'd had this when pummeling lords sunglass and celtigar.

A few minutes later I've got the wraps comfortably on my wrists.

We touch hands together and the fight begins.

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RHAENA

After 10 minutes of watching caraxes and morgoth circle and snap at eachother I can't take it anymore.

(Alyn, I'm leaving. I needs must see. You can try to stop me if you wish…..) I trail off as morning understands my message and growls lowly before I continue, (you will do so with morning.)

He sighs. (You act as if you aren't the only one curious. Arthur himself asked it of me. To have a meeting with just your father and himself. I cannot say no. For how could I? Anyone with eyes can see the two of you becoming one. I'm sure your stepmother relayed this to your father. Which means he came here looking to test Arthur. He himself knew this. Which is why he asked for time alone. )

I nod at his logic. While not actually discussed in words, Arthur was far to shrewd not to understand the motive behind my coming with my grandfather.

At least initially. Then, we spoke of dragon dreams. And my seeing him my entire life. The shock in those beautiful sockets I adore so much was a good a prize as any.

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Alyn and seasmoke follow behind morning and i while we make our way towards my father and Arthur.

Upon arriving I feel pure, untamed dragon fire boil through my veins.

Both my father and Arthur's face are bruised and bloody.

But that isn't what angers me the most. For I thought such a thing may happen given the tension of our introductions, no. It was the way the two sat around a white fire produced by the black dragon circling above the sky with the blood wyrm.

They both acted as if they hadn't beaten eachother bloody, drinking the whiskey Arthur loves so much.

I was so angry I didn't know what to do with myself. So I settled for instinct.

Walking up to the two most stubborn dragonlords in existence, the two noticed my approach and got up to greet me.

(Daugh-)

(Rhae-)

SLAP

Both my hands came across their faces.

Without a word i spin on my heels and mount morning. Intending to clear my mind before speaking to them again. Not knowing if I'd be able to stop myself slapping them again.

'The gall to look so suprised at my expression that probably burned with dragon fire under my skin.' I thought. Needing to hold onto the horn of my saddle to physically restrain myself from doing it again.

AN: hope you enjoy. Love the firey attitude dragon blooded women can show. This will be the Rhaena I try to embody.

Please give me comments and suggestions. If you read and the pics aren't up yet bear with me. I'm trying.

Live long and prosper❤️ idk if I'll do another tonight. Maybe. We'll see.