#c;daemon

 013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party . (From Persephone to Hades) or (Octavia for Daemon)

Daemon hated these parties but being a prince and of Targaryen blood he had to attend. It was all so proper, a way to help build relationship with other kingdoms and the rouge prince was told to be on his best behaviour.

He decided he would hang around for a little while, be the pleasant prince every wished he was before sneaking away and joining a real party that was going on in the town.

Daemon walked through the garden, flowers blooming on every side of the path he walk, a sea of colour was all the could be seen. He plucked a beautiful red Dahlia, deep red in the centre and as the petal move out the turned blood red.

Daemon wasnt pleased that the Queen was expecting. He only hoped that it was a girl so he could keep his standing as heir. He knew his brother would do anything to stop him from being king.

It was months until the child was due and it annoyed him how the gossip of the kingdom was lingering on that unborn child.

Daemon looked down on the younger girl, having just arrived back in Kings Landing, leaving Viserys to rest in the den, he barely made it out when he was stopped by the girl.

To say that Aenar thought that the two younger Targaryen brothers would be sharing a lover would ever happen would be a lie. Especially one that is married to their older brother Viserys.

But here they both were, laying either side of their lover in Aenars chamber, the sun close to rising after a night of illicit activities.

Aenar knowing that she would have to leave soon to not rouse suspicion; held the women close as she rested on his chest, while Daemon laid on his side, his chest pressed into her back.