Is it not already? [ Daemon is dedicated to her, there is truth in that. He has bent the knee to her, has offered his sword, his army, his words to her, his sworn queen and dearest of women. When he looks upon her now, there is adoration in his eyes, in the way that he looks at her. Perhaps once, she had been right: he had lusted for her because he lusted for the throne, because he had wished for the title of king to be his, as he had often felt it had ought to be.
Things had changed.
Being offered the throne, seeing his brother's heartbreaking, seeing the possible future unravel before them, and knowing that the child of their blood is in line to the throne in the future, that Daenerys will become queen after a long fight? It soothes the rattled parts of him. The fact that he might fight for her now also soothes his lust for war and violence, to let loose his hands to strike down anyone who might stand before them and claim another as the true ruler of their lands.
Daemon has no qualms about giving in to her urges. He longs to worship his queen, and if this is her desires... He might be able to permit the lack of control in his own hands, just for a little while.
Eyes closing, head tilting into her, he hums softly. ]
A true Targaryen Queen, to command a dragon so. [ But his lips curl, smug, pleased. ] Claim me, then.
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Things had changed.
Being offered the throne, seeing his brother's heartbreaking, seeing the possible future unravel before them, and knowing that the child of their blood is in line to the throne in the future, that Daenerys will become queen after a long fight? It soothes the rattled parts of him. The fact that he might fight for her now also soothes his lust for war and violence, to let loose his hands to strike down anyone who might stand before them and claim another as the true ruler of their lands.
Daemon has no qualms about giving in to her urges. He longs to worship his queen, and if this is her desires... He might be able to permit the lack of control in his own hands, just for a little while.
Eyes closing, head tilting into her, he hums softly. ]
A true Targaryen Queen, to command a dragon so. [ But his lips curl, smug, pleased. ] Claim me, then.