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Duty and Flames
Ser Criston Cole x targaryen original female character
Summary:
Daenys Velaryon, oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and, allegedly, Ser Laenor Velaryon.
Hair white like moon, eyes bright like the sun. Many say that she’s the copy of her mother in her younger years, with an ethereal beauty and a kind but wild soul.
After six years in Dragonstone, Rhaenyra and her family have to travel back to Kings Landing to secure Lucerys position as heir to Driftmark. What happens when the chaotic members of the Targaryen family reunite again and a particular Lord Commander of the Kingsguard takes a more dark interest in the sweet Daenys?
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Duty and Flames
Ser Criston Cole x targaryen original female character
Summary:
Daenys Velaryon, oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and, allegedly, Ser Laenor Velaryon.
Hair white like moon, eyes bright like the sun. Many say that she’s the copy of her mother in her younger years, with an ethereal beauty and a kind but wild soul.
After six years in Dragonstone, Rhaenyra and her family have to travel back to Kings Landing to secure Lucerys position as heir to Driftmark. What happens when the chaotic members of the Targaryen family reunite again and a particular Lord Commander of the Kingsguard takes a more dark interest in the sweet Daenys?
Chapter 1 - Of memories and changes
The roads of Kings Landing were just as Daenys remembered it. Dirty, with excrements laying around as if they were flowers. The smell was so strong that she had to close the small window in the carriage.
“How is this piece of shit the kings home?” Lucerys asked not remembering very well the details of the city that saw him came into this world.
“Here is awful but in the keep its all clean and smells like freshly washed sheets. That’s what matters to the council in the end.” During the time that she lived in Red Keep, not once did Daenys witnessed the council caring about the small folk or even their living conditions. They were just numbers who only were relevant when someone forgot to pay their taxes or when the crime rates were too high and it started to get hard to put so many men in the dungeons.
The carriage lurched and Daenys had to brace Jace’s arms in order to prevent her into falling on the floor or on top of Luke, who was in front of her.
“Careful sister, you almost hit my jaw with your elbow.” Jacaerys laughed and helped his sister sit properly on her seat.
Daenys had hit her knee on the wood of the seat and made a small noise of pain thar her brothers didn’t notice. An obvious bruise in the knee would appear in a day.
“Look, we’re here! I can see the gates already!” Luke pointed and the three siblings looked together through the small gaps of the carriage and saw the red gates of the castle.
The gates opened and just after that, the two carriages that transported Daenys and her family, started to slow down and then stoped in the yard.
Rhaenyra came out of her carriage, with Daemon and Joffrey behind her, and with the nursemaids that held the babes, Aegon and Viserys, following. The door to Daenys’s carriage open and she, Jacaerys and Lucerys got up and stepped into the ground as well.
As all the family members got out, they noticed an unusual but relevant detail. The lack of a proper reception to the heir to the Iron Throne.
Daenys heard Daemon laugh, expect it wasn’t in a funny way and was more in a “been in here for one minute and already want to strangle the Hightowers” way.
The only person who was outside to greet them was Lord Caswell. “Welcome back princess. I’m sorry for the small reception but a lot is going on in the castle at moment, so we couldn’t find time to prepare.”
Rhaenyra gave a yellow smile to Lord Caswell, pretending that she believed in his words and that the humiliating welcoming to the heir to the throne was not made on purpose.
Daenys and Jace exchanged glances, communicating their feelings about this weird greeting with their eyes.
“Please follow me your grace, and the maids will show you, your lord husband and your children the way to your respective chambers.” The family followed Lord Caswell and as soon as they entered the walls of the Red Keep they notice how everything had changed.
The sigils of House Targaryen were no longer a statement in the the walls, and had been replaced with the symbol of the Seven Pointed Star. A clear change made by Alicent Hightower, a faithful women who didn’t understand the ways of the Targaryen culture.
“I would say its nice to be home but I scarcely recognize it.” Rhaenyra confessed and Daenys couldn´t agree more with her mother.
Being the eldest child, she was the one with more memories of the castle, but the current decoration of the Red Keep did hardly anything to relieve her childhood. The few minutes that she had spent inside the castle since her family’s arrival, had not brough the sweet sentiment of being home that she thought would feel.
“Children please go set yourselves in your chambers, while me and Daemon go visit the King.” Rhaenyra asked, as she also murmured to the nursemaids to bring little Viserys and Aegon with them.
Daenys nodded, obeying her mother’s request and took Joffrey’s hand in hers and began walking to their old rooms, with her other two brothers just behind her.
“Almost looks like we’re in the Sept.” Lucerys was still looking around, observing all the changes made in the castle. “If Alicent could, she would kill all the dragons and made us ride seven pointed stars.” He laughed and Jacaerys joined him.
“Shhh! Don´t say that, someone might hear you! The Hand and the Queen have ears and eyes everywhere.” Daenys could almost punch her brothers for speaking so freely about Alicent while they were still in the corridors of the castle. “We’re not in Dragonstone anymore. It´s been six years since we were here, and we don’t know the people who surround us anymore. Don’t forget that the main reason for our travel is to secure Lucerys’s position as heir to Driftmark, so please be careful brothers.” Her siblings laughs came to a stop once she started lecturing them, and the regret in Lucerys’s eyes was visible as he understood the danger of joking around in the keep.
Daenys knew how unpleasant these weeks in Kings Landing would be. Their family didn´t view them as equals, with the word “bastards” always in the point of their tongues. She also knew how difficult the relationship between Alicent and her mother was. Even if Rhaenyra had never spoken directly with her daughter about it, Daenys could read between the lines and notice the awkward stares and conversations the two women shared, since she started to understood the ways of the royalty.
The Velaryon children had finally reached their chambers, and Daenys gave Joffrey to one of his nursemaids and entered alone in her childhood bedroom.
Thankfully, the changes made by Alicent had not reached her room and everything was the same. The bed in the middle of the space with a beige dossel that went from the ceiling to the floor, the dark brown dressing table with a mirror on the left that reflected the image of her bed, and the fireplace that brought memories of her and Jacaerys reading together in front of it in the coldest days.
However, the favourite thing about her room was the window that showed a large view of Blackwater Bay and that would light the entire space from the early morning till very last second of the sunset. Daenys used to seat on a chair near the window and watched the sea move itself, observing the ships departing and arriving.
A knock on the door interrupted her small moment of nostalgia and she went to open it just to reveal Luke and Jace.
“Me and Luke and are going to training yard. Do you want to come with us?” The oldest of the boys asked.
“Are you going to train already? We only just arrived.” Daenys responded, not wanting her brothers to tired themselves so soon, knowing that they were probably sore from the ride in their dragons, even if wasn’t that long of a distance.
“No, we’re just going there to see if the mark made by Luke on the wall it’s still there, and also because we want see our old weapons. “ He stated exchanging excited glances with Lucerys. “Please come with us and don’t stay in your room all day hiding from Aegon.” Jacearys grabbed his sister’s hand and pushed her with them through the corridor.
“I’m not hiding from Aegon! In fact, his presence didn´t even crossed my mind! Not even for a second.” She argued.
Daenys and Aegon used to be very close. Practically best friends. They pulled many pranks together and were like two little nightmares always ready to create chaos in the castle. They used to stole cakes from the kitchen and throw pillows at the knights from the balconies of the keep. This lasted until the day Aegon discovered wine, and since them, his passion for playing and spending time with Daenys was replaced with more dirty hobbies, such as getting himself drunk and chasing around women. Daenys got tired of begging for his attention and learned how to have fun by herself, since she also didn’t like the games that Luke and Jace played, and Helaena was too different for her to understand. She tried befriending Aemond but he was a loner and denied pretty much all her invites to play.
“If you say so.” Jace shrug his shoulders.
Daenys tried to forget the matter, focusing only on walking to the training yard, but now that her brother had put Aegon in her thoughts, she quickly became anxious and wanted to turn around to go hide in her room like Jace had suggest.
“It looks smaller that I remember.” Luke said as soon as they arrived to the yard and Jace argued that it actually looked the exact same. Daenys didn’t really had opinion on the matter, since she rarely spent time there when they lived in keep. She appreciated reading and cross stitching with her Speta instead, being more fan of calm activities.
As soon as three siblings set foot in the training yard, Daenys could feel the looks of others in her skin, and she notice that Lucerys felt the same. Six years had passed since Rhaenyra’s children were last seen by members of the court, but those were not looks of curiosity. She could recognize some of ladies that eyed them, remembering how much they liked gossiping. In a matter of hours, their opinions about the looks of the three siblings would be completely spread through the castle, and she knew it wouldn’t be nice and kind ones.
“Everyone’s starring at us.” Luke said with sad eyes.“No one would question me being heir to Driftmark if I looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon than Ser Harwin Strong.”
Daenys immediately turned to her younger brother and put her hands in his shoulders in a comforting way. “Please ignore their stares and their words Luke. You are the legitimate heir to Driftmark. Even if you don´t share physical similarities with Ser Laenor, you are the boy he raised and loved. No one is more suited for this than you. “She smiled at him, ruffled his hair lovingly and then planted a kiss on his forehead, trying to make the boy feel better.
Lucerys was a boy of four and ten, but he never denied his sister’s affection, like the boys of his age did. He had a very strong connection with his sister and mother, so he adored when Daenys comforted him, or randomly just hugged him. He knew the role of women in their society, so he wanted to lean into his sister’s love before it was to late and she had to move away from their family to go live with some lord.
The cheers of a crowd attracted their attention and the three of them turned to see what occurred in the training yard.
A long blonde hair was moving in the air, as the person who the hair belonged to moved effortlessly from the blows of a knight. Immediately not only Daenys, but also Lucerys and Jacaerys, recognize the men who trained. Their uncle Aemond, and Ser Criston Cole.
Aemond was very different from the child he once was, now being almost tall as Daemon and with evident muscles from all his hard training. The eye patch was also a very prominent aspect in his new form, and Daenys couldn’t stop herself from looking nervously at Luke.
Aemond was really impressive. She couldn’t remember seeing someone so young and with that much skill. The little and shy boy from her childhood was now a man who did not fear the sharpness of a sword, and fired back with smart but fast blows.
However, her eyes also stopped to look at Ser Criston’s figure. He appeared older, with some visible wrinkles near his eyes as he made some faces during the fight, but at same time, he still looked exactly like the man Daenys used to see daily around the keep six years ago. Now that she was a woman of age and had more maturity, she couldn’t deny the beauty in Ser Criston Cole, even with all that sweat. His dornish features looked more appealing than ever, especially as the sun shine directly above him.
Ser Criston was also old enough to be her father, and had too close of a relationship with Alicent, so she quickly wiped these thoughts of her head.
When Daenys turned her focus on the fight again, it had already come to an end, with Aemond winning and showing clearly to everyone in the training yard his brilliant abilities as a fighter.
“Nephews, have you come to train? Or are you going to hide under your older sister’s skirts?” Aemond’s voice interrupted the conversations in the yard and Daenys locked eyes with him as soon as he mentioned her brothers. Aemond took his time and observed his niece carefully, noticing her also evident changes. She looked more tall as well, and her blonde hair was longer and wavier, touching her lower back almost like a cloak. Her body was also curvier, with the bump of her bottom and the swell of her breasts visible, even beneath the conservative dress that Daenys wore due to being more comfortable for dragon rides.
As Aemond had focus his attention on Daenys, so had Ser Criston, even if it was in a more discreet way. Last time he saw her she was a child of one and ten, and now in front of him he had a whole woman.
Ser Criston made a sound with his throat as he took in her similarities with Rhaenyra, the woman he once had been in love, and that rejected and humiliated him.
Daenys Velaryon shared absolutely nothing with her suppose father, Ser Laenor Velaryon, stealing all the traits from her mother. The hair, the cheeks, the lips and the eyes. Ser Criston Cole swore he was seeing young Rhaenyra in front of him once again. The only clear difference between her and Rhaenyra, was her height, and without realizing Ser Criston suddenly started to imagine the longs legs that were hidden under Daenys’s black dress.
Were her legs pale and thin like her mother’s? How would her eyes look like under the light of a few candles in her chambers? Did she smelled like lemon cake just like Rhaenyra used to? Or did she preferred the scent of jasmines and other flowers?
What sounds would she make as he kissed her neck? Would she touch his back with her nails just like Rhaenyra in that one time they spent together?
Ser Criston couldn’t believe in his own thoughts. He had been a good knight in those six years, loyal to the Queen like he was her dog. He wouldn’t let Rhaenyra ruin him again. Even if it wasn’t her, it was her bloodline that stood in front of him. With a sweet little face that could made the most religious man sin. He hated her already.
Rhaenyra’s family had only just arrived but Criston couldn´t wait for their departure as the simple presence of Daenys in the training yard was making him relive some memories he didn’t want to remember, and was awaking a side of him that he only wished would stay hidden.
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I want to read all of your opinions about this chapter and if you find any grammatical mistakes please comment so I can write it correctly. English is not my first language so I’m a little nervous writing this 🥲
Tomorrow I’m going to work on the second chapter and try to publish it as soon as I can.
Also, if you read the summary that I posted almost a month ago, yes I did change the title of the story.
Mari xx
Duty and Flames
Ser Criston Cole x targaryen original female character
Summary:
Daenys Velaryon, oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and, allegedly, Ser Laenor Velaryon.
Hair white like moon, eyes bright like the sun. Many say that she’s the copy of her mother in her younger years, with an ethereal beauty and a kind but wild soul.
After six years in Dragonstone, Rhaenyra and her family have to travel back to Kings Landing to secure Lucerys position as heir to Driftmark. What happens when the chaotic members of the Targaryen family reunite again and a particular Lord Commander of the Kingsguard takes a more dark interest in the sweet Daenys?
Chapter 2 - Books and other temptations
Right after the confrontation with Aemond in the training yard, Daenys and the boys decided to go back inside and avoid more drama.
Luke and Jace went for their chambers and Daenys went to hers, and took a long bath, scrubbing the smell of dragon that still remained in her skin.
Being born without a cracked egg, Daenys had no dragon during her childhood. However, in opposition to Aemond, Daenys never felt inferior for not having a dragon. She recognized her targaryen features and knew her time would come, feeling in her soul that somewhere in Westeros a dragon existed for her and only her to claim. Her parents were also her biggest supporters, always telling her that even without a dragon, they could feel a power in Daenys that only dragonriders had.
At the age of seven, Daenys and her family visited her grandparents in Driftmark. On their way back, Laenor claimed it would be nice to change their route a little, so that the family could pass through Dragonstone, and the children could see for the first time the castle that their ancestors build.
As soon as they set foot in Dragonstone, Daenys saw a silver shade resting calmly on the mountains and in that moment she knew. That was her destiny.
Daenys claimed Silverwing without a fight, as the dragon simply accepted her new rider. She touched her scales and felt a rough but at same time soft feeling. Sitting with bare legs on Silverwing wounded Daenys’s thigts but was the most comfortable pain that she ever felt. The scars that still remained in the inside part of her legs, were the memory of a moment where Daenys felt like the most important targaryen in the world. Especially as her family was sitting on the grass, and watched proudly as their girl flew flawlessly in the skies.
It was now supper time and Daenys was walking to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s apartments, so they all could eat together.
After her bath, her maids had dressed her in a grey gown, with long sleeves and an off the shoulders neckline. It was plain with only a golden belt that had one dragon figure in which side of her waist.
She had left her hair free down her back and wore gold earrings with a blue stone that highlighted her light eyes.
While walking up the stairs, Daenys heard steps right behind her and suddenly a hand touched her right shoulder.
She turned and saw a pair of brown eyes looking straight into her soul.
"Sorry princess, I mistook you for your mother. From the back, the two of you are indistinguishable." Alicent apologized, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.
Daenys wondered what Alicent could want to talk to her mother about, to be willing to approach her so casually, touching her presumed shoulder in the halls of the keep.
“It’s no matter your Grace. People tell us all the time how similar we are.” Daenys gave a tight smile to the Queen, shifting her vision to the man who accompanied her.
Ser Cole quickly avoided her gaze, keeping his eyes straight to the wall on her side. Daenys frowned but ignored him, continuing to talk to Alicent.
“Six years changed you so much Daenys. You are a woman already.” Said the Queen as she studied her features. “ Have Daemon and Rhaenyra discussed your future betrothal yet? With your beauty and you being the heir to the throne, there must an infinite number of Lords who would want to marry you.” Ser Cole looked to Alicent with an inquisitive look and then finally brought his eyes to Daenys, curious to hear the answer.
Daenys shifted uncomfortably her legs thinking how much she would like to leave the Queen speaking to her self.
“Hm, well, my mother and Daemon are not really worried about me marrying yet. As the heir to the throne, I must choose the right man who would not only support me as his queen, but would also be perfect as a king consort. Therefore, making quick decisions on important matters like this, may not be the right way to go my Queen."
“That’s true, a shame my Aegon already has a wife, or it be a great a oportunity for you to wed a man like him." Alicent ran a hand through Daenys's hair, and then walked out of the hall, back the way she'd come with Ser Cole right behind her.
Daenys stood in her place absorbing Alicent’s words.
Aegon's wife was actually Alicent's own daughter, Helaena. Her claiming that their marriage was a shame made Daenys uncomfortable, as Alicent was the one who proposed the idea of marrying off her two children.
And long before that, while Daenys was still living in the castle, her mother Rhaenyra suggested marrying Helaena to Jacaerys, and the Queen refused. So why was she interested in the idea of joining the family now?
Even if Aegon wasn't married, Daenys would still refuse the proposal. She would rather die without a husband than marry an idiot like Aegon, as much as she had adored him as a child.
Daenys left her thoughts behind and continued to head to Rhaenyra and Daemon's apartments, as she had been doing before Alicent interrupted her.
Ser Erryk was in front of the door to the chambers, addressing her before she entered.
"Princess"
"Ser Erryk." He was one of her favorite guards, always cracking little jokes to Daenys when they were in more casual gatherings. She gave him a soft smile and walked into the room.
The chambers were exactly as Daenys remembered. Exuding a feeling of warmth and smelling of her mother's perfume. It almost felt like Rhaenyra hadn't been away for six years.
Her family was already seated at the table together, Daenys clearly was the last one to arrive.
"Almost arrived at time for breakfast." Daemon joked.
"I'm sorry father. The Queen stopped to talk to me on my way here." Daenys apologized as she sat in the empty chair next to Joffrey.
Her response immedeatly got a more attentive look from her parents.
"What did Alicent want from you?" Her mother asked looking already disstred with the thought of Alicent having casual conversations with her children.
"She mistook my figure for yours, and then asked of your plans for my future betrothal. I said you weren't concerned for now and then she proceed to comment how nice it would be for me to marry Aegon if he wasn't already married to Helaena." Daenys focused on cutting her meat, avoinding looking at Daemon's face while she was mencioning Alicent and Aegon.
Being her father sincer ever, but only being in her life for the last few years, Daemon was an overprotective man who would rather die than let his daughter share life with a half-Hightower boy.
Daemon and Daenys' relationship started out awkward, as the girl was greatly shaken by the death of her presumed father, Laenor Velaryon. She and Daemon only shared basic conversation and almost no physical contact, but within a few months their relationship had evolved into a strong, loving father-daughter bond. They flew together daily on Caraxes and Silverwing and liked to read old books in Dragonstone's library, discussing their favourite stories.
Daenys could not publicly refer to Daemon as her father, simply calling him by his name in open spaces or when other people were around, otherwise she would be admitting to being a bastard. With her brothers's situation, she didn't want to make the rumors worse.
“That cunt is already plotting some scheme with her corpse of a father, I can feel it.” Daemon dropped his fork roughly at the table, scaring little Joffrey who jumped at the noise.
“I’m sure it was nothing father, there’s no need to be so angry already.”
Her mother only starred at her in silence. She obviously wasn’t fine with Alicent suggesting such things to her daughter, but she also didn’t want to instigate more anger into Daemon when all that had happened was a simple conversation.
“If she comes to speak to me about this again, I’ll tell you ok? Now let’s change the subject and eat our food peacefully.” Daenys tried to clear the air, not wanting her first supper in the Red Keep to be eaten in a tense environment.
Daemon nodded at her, deciding to leave the topic behind for now, and Joffrey, sensing a more calm mood on his stepfather, started describing his first day in keep, speaking excitedly about the new toys he found in his room.
The rest of the supper went smoothly. Jace, Luke and Daenys laughed and talked about their plans for the next day, and Daemon and Rhaenyra chuckled at Joffrey’s distaste for the carrots in his meal, who was secretly putting them Jacaerys’s plate.
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Daenys’s maids had already brushed her hair and dressed her in her sleeping gown, however, the girl was not feeling sleepy. Even if the majority of the people in the Red Keep were in bed by now, it was not that late, so she decided to go the library and pick up a book.
Putting her dark red robe and slippers on, she left her room, telling her guard, Ser Lyonel Bentley, where’s she was going. He stepped up to go with her, but the girl assure him it would be a short trip, since she was only picking up a book and coming back to her chambers to read it.
Daenys made her way to library, not being used to the silence that the keep hold at night.
Entering the library brought back old memories of her studying at the tables with her Septa. The uncomfortable position in the chair and the scolding of the old woman that always noticed when Daenys wasn't listening.
She chose an old book that she had read before and, without thinking about what she had said to Ser Bentley, Daenys sat down in the armchair closest to the burning fireplace and placed her feet on the small table in front of her.
A few minutes had passed and in the middle of reading her book, Daenys heard someone enter the library. She noticed the clatter of an armor, so she immediately assumed it was Ser Bentley looking for her.
“I’m so sorry Ser Bentley, I-“ When she looked at her side, it wasn´t her guard who was looking at her but Ser Criston Cole.
She was surprised by his presence but didn't shift her position in the chair to address him.
“Ser Criston, I wasn’t expecting you.” Daenys said, ignoring his presence and turning her eyes to the book again.
“A bit late to be in the library, don’t you agree princess?”
Ser Cole was leaving Alicent’s chambers, changing with the guard in charge of the night shift, when he noticed that the door to the library was open.
When he entered he didn’t expect to find Rhaenyra’s daughter seating comfortably in an armchair reading a book.
Due to her feet being rested lazily on a table, her robe and nightgown had ridden up, showing her bare legs almost to the knee.
Ser Criston tried to avoid moving his gaze, but a blue bruise below her right knee stole his attention. He couldn’t pretend to feel indifferent to the dark color against her pale legs. Her skin looked so appealing under the candle lights, just like he had imagined it.
He was in a trance. A dangerous and forbidden trance that Daenys hadn’t notice since was still glaring at her book.
“I don’t think that concerns you Ser Criston. What I do in my night time is my concern only.” She flipped her page, changing her position in the chair.
When she moved, her vestings went higher, showing a little of her thigh, but the princess remained focused on her reading without feeling the cold air on her skin, as she was sitting next to a fireplace.
Ser Criston breathed loudly, feeling hot under his armor. So hot he could melt. Not even the dornish sun could make him sweat like this.
He subconsciously imagined his hand touching her leg, tracing a slow path that started in her feet and ended in her thigh. Her thigh was the maximum that his imagination could handle at the moment, but inside of him he already knew he wanted his hand to go further than that. To touch a place that nobody had that touched yet. A place that would make him burn.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Daenys finally looked up from her book and Criston woke up from his dangerous trance.
“Hm.. well princess.. I… I just came to library to see if somebody was inside.” His forehead was glowing with sweat. He felt like Daenys read all of his thoughts the moment she interrupted him, even if in fact, she had no clue of them.
“Well, here I am, so you can leave now Ser.” Daenys just starred at him, wanting to be left alone.
Ser Criston turned his back on her, accepting this chance to leave and quickly started making his way out of the library, needing to be out of his heated armor as fast as possible.
Before he could reach the door Daenys spoke.
“Ser Criston, actually I want you to escort me back to my chambers. I’m tired of this book.”
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Duty and Flames
Ser Criston Cole x targaryen original female character
Summary:
Daenys Velaryon, oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and, allegedly, Ser Laenor Velaryon.
Hair white like moon, eyes bright like the sun. Many say that she’s the copy of her mother in her younger years, with an ethereal beauty and a kind but wild soul.
After six years in Dragonstone, Rhaenyra and her family have to travel back to Kings Landing to secure Lucerys position as heir to Driftmark. What happens when the chaotic members of the Targaryen family reunite again and a particular Lord Commander of the Kingsguard takes a more dark interest in the sweet Daenys?
Chapter 2 - Books and other temptations
Right after the confrontation with Aemond in the training yard, Daenys and the boys decided to go back inside and avoid more drama.
Luke and Jace went for their chambers and Daenys went to hers, and took a long bath, scrubbing the smell of dragon that still remained in her skin.
Being born without a cracked egg, Daenys had no dragon during her childhood. However, in opposition to Aemond, Daenys never felt inferior for not having a dragon. She recognized her targaryen features and knew her time would come, feeling in her soul that somewhere in Westeros a dragon existed for her and only her to claim. Her parents were also her biggest supporters, always telling her that even without a dragon, they could feel a power in Daenys that only dragonriders had.
At the age of seven, Daenys and her family visited her grandparents in Driftmark. On their way back, Laenor claimed it would be nice to change their route a little, so that the family could pass through Dragonstone, and the children could see for the first time the castle that their ancestors build.
As soon as they set foot in Dragonstone, Daenys saw a silver shade resting calmly on the mountains and in that moment she knew. That was her destiny.
Daenys claimed Silverwing without a fight, as the dragon simply accepted her new rider. She touched her scales and felt a rough but at same time soft feeling. Sitting with bare legs on Silverwing wounded Daenys’s thigts but was the most comfortable pain that she ever felt. The scars that still remained in the inside part of her legs, were the memory of a moment where Daenys felt like the most important targaryen in the world. Especially as her family was sitting on the grass, and watched proudly as their girl flew flawlessly in the skies.
It was now supper time and Daenys was walking to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s apartments, so they all could eat together.
After her bath, her maids had dressed her in a grey gown, with long sleeves and an off the shoulders neckline. It was plain with only a golden belt that had one dragon figure in which side of her waist.
She had left her hair free down her back and wore gold earrings with a blue stone that highlighted her light eyes.
While walking up the stairs, Daenys heard steps right behind her and suddenly a hand touched her right shoulder.
She turned and saw a pair of brown eyes looking straight into her soul.
"Sorry princess, I mistook you for your mother. From the back, the two of you are indistinguishable." Alicent apologized, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.
Daenys wondered what Alicent could want to talk to her mother about, to be willing to approach her so casually, touching her presumed shoulder in the halls of the keep.
“It’s no matter your Grace. People tell us all the time how similar we are.” Daenys gave a tight smile to the Queen, shifting her vision to the man who accompanied her.
Ser Cole quickly avoided her gaze, keeping his eyes straight to the wall on her side. Daenys frowned but ignored him, continuing to talk to Alicent.
“Six years changed you so much Daenys. You are a woman already.” Said the Queen as she studied her features. “ Have Daemon and Rhaenyra discussed your future betrothal yet? With your beauty and you being the heir to the throne, there must an infinite number of Lords who would want to marry you.” Ser Cole looked to Alicent with an inquisitive look and then finally brought his eyes to Daenys, curious to hear the answer.
Daenys shifted uncomfortably her legs thinking how much she would like to leave the Queen speaking to her self.
“Hm, well, my mother and Daemon are not really worried about me marrying yet. As the heir to the throne, I must choose the right man who would not only support me as his queen, but would also be perfect as a king consort. Therefore, making quick decisions on important matters like this, may not be the right way to go my Queen."
“That’s true, a shame my Aegon already has a wife, or it be a great a oportunity for you to wed a man like him." Alicent ran a hand through Daenys's hair, and then walked out of the hall, back the way she'd come with Ser Cole right behind her.
Daenys stood in her place absorbing Alicent’s words.
Aegon's wife was actually Alicent's own daughter, Helaena. Her claiming that their marriage was a shame made Daenys uncomfortable, as Alicent was the one who proposed the idea of marrying off her two children.
And long before that, while Daenys was still living in the castle, her mother Rhaenyra suggested marrying Helaena to Jacaerys, and the Queen refused. So why was she interested in the idea of joining the family now?
Even if Aegon wasn't married, Daenys would still refuse the proposal. She would rather die without a husband than marry an idiot like Aegon, as much as she had adored him as a child.
Daenys left her thoughts behind and continued to head to Rhaenyra and Daemon's apartments, as she had been doing before Alicent interrupted her.
Ser Erryk was in front of the door to the chambers, addressing her before she entered.
"Princess"
"Ser Erryk." He was one of her favorite guards, always cracking little jokes to Daenys when they were in more casual gatherings. She gave him a soft smile and walked into the room.
The chambers were exactly as Daenys remembered. Exuding a feeling of warmth and smelling of her mother's perfume. It almost felt like Rhaenyra hadn't been away for six years.
Her family was already seated at the table together, Daenys clearly was the last one to arrive.
"Almost arrived at time for breakfast." Daemon joked.
"I'm sorry father. The Queen stopped to talk to me on my way here." Daenys apologized as she sat in the empty chair next to Joffrey.
Her response immedeatly got a more attentive look from her parents.
"What did Alicent want from you?" Her mother asked looking already disstred with the thought of Alicent having casual conversations with her children.
"She mistook my figure for yours, and then asked of your plans for my future betrothal. I said you weren't concerned for now and then she proceed to comment how nice it would be for me to marry Aegon if he wasn't already married to Helaena." Daenys focused on cutting her meat, avoinding looking at Daemon's face while she was mencioning Alicent and Aegon.
Being her father sincer ever, but only being in her life for the last few years, Daemon was an overprotective man who would rather die than let his daughter share life with a half-Hightower boy.
Daemon and Daenys' relationship started out awkward, as the girl was greatly shaken by the death of her presumed father, Laenor Velaryon. She and Daemon only shared basic conversation and almost no physical contact, but within a few months their relationship had evolved into a strong, loving father-daughter bond. They flew together daily on Caraxes and Silverwing and liked to read old books in Dragonstone's library, discussing their favourite stories.
Daenys could not publicly refer to Daemon as her father, calling him by his name in open spaces or when other people were around, otherwise she would be admitting to being a bastard. With her brothers's situation, she didn't want to make the rumors worse.
“That cunt is already plotting some scheme with her corpse of a father, I can feel it.” Daemon dropped his fork roughly at the table, scaring little Joffrey who jumped at the noise.
“I’m sure it was nothing father, there’s no need to be so angry already.”
Her mother only starred at her in silence. She obviously wasn’t fine with Alicent suggesting such things to her daughter, but she also didn’t want to instigate more anger into Daemon when all that had happened was a simple conversation.
“If she comes to speak to me about this again, I’ll tell you ok? Now let’s change the subject and eat our food peacefully.” Daenys tried to clear the air, not wanting her first supper in the Red Keep to be eaten in a tense environment.
Daemon nodded at her, deciding to leave the topic behind for now, and Joffrey, sensing a more calm mood on his stepfather, started describing is first day in keep, speaking excitedly about the new toys he found in his room.
The rest of the supper went smoothly. Jace, Luke and Daenys laughed and talked about their plans for the next day, and Daemon and Rhaenyra chuckled at Joffrey’s distaste for the carrots in his meal, who was secretly putting them Jacaerys’s plate.
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Daenys’s maids had already brushed her hair and dressed her in her sleeping gown, however, the girl was not feeling sleepy. Even if the majority of the people in the Red Keep were in bed by now, it was not that late, so she decided to go the library and pick up a book.
Putting her dark red robe and slippers on, she left her room, telling her guard, Ser Lyonel Bentley, where’s she was going. He stepped up to go with her, but the girl assure him it would be a short trip, since she was only picking up a book and coming back to her chambers to read it.
Daenys made her way to library, not being used to the silence that the keep hold at night.
Entering the library brought back old memories of her studying at the tables with her Septa. The uncomfortable position in the chair and the scolding of the old woman that always noticed when Daenys wasn't listening.
She chose an old book that she had read before and, without thinking about what she had said to Ser Bentley, Daenys sat down in the armchair closest to the burning fireplace and placed her feet on the small table in front of her.
A few minutes had passed and in the middle of reading her book, Daenys heard someone enter the library. She noticed the clatter of an armor, so she immediately assumed it was Ser Bentley looking for her.
“I’m so sorry Ser Bentley, I-“ When she looked at her side, it wasn´t her guard who was looking at her but Ser Criston Cole.
She was surprised by his presence but didn't shift her position in the chair to address him.
“Ser Criston, I wasn’t expecting you.” Daenys said, ignoring his presence and turning her eyes to the book again.
“A bit late to be in the library, don’t you agree princess?”
Ser Cole was leaving Alicent’s chambers, changing with the guard in charge of the night shift, when he noticed that the door to the library was open.
When he entered he didn’t expect to find Rhaenyra’s daughter seating comfortably in an armchair reading a book.
Due to her feet being rested lazily on a table, her robe and nightgown had ridden up, showing her bare legs almost to the knee.
Ser Criston tried to avoid moving his gaze, but a blue bruise on her right knee stole his attention. He couldn’t pretend to feel indifferent to the dark color against her pale legs. Her skin looked so appealing under the candle lights, just like he had imagined it.
He was in a trance. A dangerous and forbidden trance that Daenys hadn’t notice since was still glaring at her book.
“I don’t think that concerns you Ser Criston. What I do in my night time is my concern only.” She flipped her page, changing her position in the chair.
When she moved, her vestings went higher, showing a little of her thigh, but the princess remained focused on her reading without feeling the cold air on her skin, as she was sitting next to a fireplace.
Ser Criston breathed loudly, feeling hot under his armor. So hot he could melt. Not even the dornish sun could make him sweat like this.
He subconsciously imagined his hand touching her leg, tracing a slow path that started in her feet and ended in her thigh. Her thigh was the maximum that his imagination could handle at the moment, but inside of him he already knew he wanted his hand to go further than that. To touch a place that nobody had that touched yet. A place that would make him burn.
“Are you just going to stand there?” Daenys finally looked up from her book and Criston woke up from his dangerous trance.
“Hm.. well princess.. I… I just came to library to see if somebody was inside.” His forehead was glowing with sweat. He felt like Daenys read all of his thoughts the moment she interrupted him, even if in fact, she had no clue of them.
“Well, here I am, so you can leave now Ser.” Daenys just starred at him, wanting to be left alone.
Ser Criston turned his back on her, accepting this chance to leave and quickly started making his way out of the library, needing to be out of his heated armor as fast as possible.
Before he could reach the door Daenys spoke.
“Ser Criston, actually I want you to escort me back to my chambers. I’m tired of this book.”
Duty and Flames
Ser Criston Cole x targaryen original female character
Summary:
Daenys Velaryon, oldest daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and, allegedly, Ser Laenor Velaryon.
Hair white like moon, eyes bright like the sun. Many say that she's the copy of her mother in her younger years, with an ethereal beauty and a kind but wild soul.
After six years in Dragonstone, Rhaenyra and her family have to travel back to Kings Landing to secure Lucerys position as heir to Driftmark. What happens when the chaotic members of the Targaryen family reunite again and a particular Lord Commander of the Kingsguard takes a more dark interest in the sweet Daenys?
Chapter 3 - Through halls and gardens
Ser Criston froze. No no no no.
He could pretend that he hadn’t listened and just kept walking, but his stop near the door gave him away.
Before he could turn around, Daenys had already stood up and walked up to him.
“Well, let’s go?” She asked impatiently.
Criston nodded and started walking while breathing heavily as he got anxious, not waiting for the Princess to follow him.
Daenys hurried her step not understanding the weird behavior of the knight. She quickly caught him and tangled her arm in his, as she would often do with her own guard.
As soon as Ser Criston felt her touch, even with the thick layers of his armor, he had to close his eyes for a few seconds to help himself calm down.
With such proximity he had the urge to trace her profile with his eyes but Daenys would certainly notice his inappropriate stares, so he just stared at the long corridor in front of them.
Daenys on the other hand, didn’t hold back. She had never stood that close with Ser Criston, though they lived in the same place for years. They were so close that she could smell the sweat under his armor.
It was odd but Daenys wasn’t disgusted with the smell like she would when her brothers came up to her all sweaty from training. In Ser Criston the smell had a more masculine appeal that intrigued her.
Her eyes slowly observed his features. His lips were plump with a pink coloring, and she kind of wanted to touched them just to see if they were as soft as they looked.
His dark thick hair was shinning, making more visible the few gray hairs that started to grown.
His beard was well trimmed, but would still tickle if a hand or other parts of someone’s body touched it. Daenys wanted to put her hand on his cheek, just to be certain it would tickle, but she didn’t, obviously.
Her face started to get hot, as she was getting red from all the thoughts about the man next to her.
She blamed her behavior on the wine she had drank at supper. Daenys was used to have some adventures with a few boys on Dragonstone, so having these types of thoughts was not a weird thing to her, but Ser Criston wasn’t an ordinary boy. He was a man much older than her, that had a close and almost weird relationship with a woman her family despised.
Ser Criston was so focused on the corridor in front of him and not looking at Daenys, that her flushed and embarrassed face passed unnoticed to him.
“So…is this what you do everyday? Protect the Queen and then go back to your little chambers to sleep a few hours, just to wake up the next day and do the exact same thing?” The silence was killing Daenys, so she tried to strike up a conversation, asking the first thing that came to mind.
It wasn’t the most gracious question, but she had always been curious about kingsguard’s routine.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I do Princess.” Ser Criston was taken aback, not expecting Daenys to engage with him, but he still tried to answer in the most polite way. “And i do not have little chambers. My apartment in the White Sword Tower is very spacious. I’m the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard after all.” He said the last sentence with a smug look, not hiding how proud he was of himself.
Daenys hold her laugh as she mocked Ser Criston in her head.
He only got promoted to Lord Commander because he kisses up Alicent’s ass. He really is a great fighter, but his obedience and submission is what got him there.
Hurried steps were heard, as someone was walking at full speed towards them. Ser Criston immediately got in a defense position, waking from the relaxed trance he had entered.
Ser Lyonel Bentley appeared in front of them, calming as soon as he noticed Daenys’s presence.
“Princess you had me worried. I thought you were just taking your time choosing a book, but then too much time had pass.” His relaxed state disappeared as he realized who was accompanying the princess.
As loyal man to Rhaenyra and her family, Ser Lyonel didn’t like or trust Ser Criston.
He held out his arm for Daenys to take while casting suspicious glances to the other man.
Daenys could smell the tension, felling Ser Criston move uncomfortably in place.
She also felt bad for making her own guard worried, so she took his arm and gave Ser Criston a small smile.
“Sleep well Ser.” She waved her hand gracefully and fluttered her big eyelashes to him.
Ser Criston remained in place, watching Ser Lyonel and Daenys depart. Only when they disappeared down the hall, did he turn walking finally to his room in the White Sword Tower.
As he lay down, feeling free of the heat of his armor, he felt a desire he hadn't felt since Rhaenyra.
He was twitching, and a part of him begged to let his hand go inside his breeches.
After all, he has his own apartment, no one would know.
But he would. His honor would be ruined again. No. He was a respectful knight. The Lord Commander. A little girl wouldn’t destroyed him, again.
Daenys Targaryen was a whore, she knew what she was doing. Fluttering his eyelashes to him like some cheap woman of the Street of Silk. Its all part of a plan from Rhaenyra or Daemon he was sure. If they brought him down, they would be one step closer to Alicent, and she was his Queen after all. And duty was above everything, especially above Targaryen bitches like Daenys.
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In the morning, after Daenys had shared her breakfast with her brothers, she decided to go for a walk in the Red Keep’s gardens.
It used to be one of her favorite places in the castle, as she loved the colors and shapes of the flowers.
She was exploring the new plants that had grown, when she heard strange noises coming from behind the bushes.
She followed the noise, and as she got closer to it’s source, she finally understood what she was hearing. It was moans.
Embarrassed, Daenys decided to walk back, but when she turned around, a bird flew right in front of her face, scaring her and making her gasp.
“Daenys?” Someone called.
She knew that voice.
When she looked again, she found Aegon but he wasn’t alone. A maid was on her knees, right in the middle of her uncle’s legs.
Of course.
She rolled her eyes at him, moving her feet quickly, dying to get out of there.
She didn’t understand how a boy that once was fun and adoring, had become so depraved.
“Dae wait!” Aegon was running trying to catch her while tying his breeches at the same time.
Using her nickname wasn’t fair, Daenys thought.
Stoping in her track, the princess waited for Aegon to explain himself, not daring to look down from his face.
Aegon had grown into a man, a very attractive one. He was taller and bulkier, but Daenys could not look away from the dark circles under his eyes. For a few seconds she felt for him, remembering how he used to be her best friend, not enjoying the sight of the man in front of her.
But then she recalled the day Aegon had stopped playing with her, and how lonely she had felt at losing her friend and uncle to older women and wine.
“Hm…you look different, beautiful but different.” He said.
Aegon was mesmerized by Daenys figure. He obviously could still notice some of her childhood features, but overall she was a brand new person. The dress she wore that day accentuated her womanly silhouette, showing the top of her breasts, and drawing attention to her waist and hips.
His eyes glued to her body like honey to a spoon.
Daenys notice his stares but honestly, she didn’t mind it. She knew she was charming, and after being obsessed with Aegon pretty much her whole youth, she was okay with him felling the same way about her now.
“Are going to explain yourself? Or can I go?” She questioned.
“There’s not much explaining to do. You saw what you saw.” Aegon scratched his neck, in a nervous mechanism.
“I was expecting at least an apology, you know. After all, me, an innocent girl, just saw a very impure and pervert conduct.” The irony in Daenys’s voice was clear, and even though Aegon was a little taken back that his beloved niece caught him in action, he managed to pick up on that detail.
“You right princess, the next time I put some maid between my legs I will make sure you’re very far away from us. So please, tonight guarantee you don’t pass close to my chambers.” He smirked. “Theirs noises usually tend to spread to the halls.”
Daenys’s face got hot and not knowing what to respond, she gave her uncle a last look before turning back and returning to her room.
When she reached her chambers she found her guard with an annoyed look on his face, as someone was leaning relaxed against her the door waiting for her.
“Aemond?”
Note
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