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Summary: Is it hot in here?
Pairing: Deamon Targaryen x Lannister!oc
A/N: This is the fourth installment in my AU story. You can read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, and Chapter 3 here. I appreciate all that likes, reblogs and comments. Thank you for reading and interacting!
Jaylon hurriedly made her way back to her chambers. She tried to shake the feeling of the Prince’s gaze on her.
Perhaps the lady just needs a firm hand to guide her.
Warmth spreads all over her body, like she was riding, only it moves lower and she gasps in shock as she opens the door to her chambers. She asks her maid if she can draw her a bath, preferably with cool water. She claims to be overheated from the ride. She couldn’t bring herself to say the eyes of the dragon had ignited a flame under her skin.
I will say it until you believe it, Jaylon.
He thought she was a rare beauty. Looking in her mirror, she struggled to find what he saw. She had always found her features to be less appealing than that of her sister. In Jaylon’s mind, Jasline had more womanly looks and she was nothing more than a little girl in comparison. She often wished her eyes looked more like her sisters, that her hair could be a more golden color. Instead she stares back at the pale haired girl in the mirror. She can see the sadness in the pale eyes reflected back at her and she looked away.
Would he really defy her father’s wishes? He’s a prince, he can do as he pleases. She doesn’t have long to muse on what Daemon will do. Her maid comes back and begins to fill her bath. The two discuss that she doesn’t know what she will wear for dinner this evening. Her maid excitedly offers to pull some choices from her dressing room while she bathes. She agrees but asks that she have some privacy after the choices are pulled.
She regards what her maid has chosen for her options for the evening. There is a gold dress with red trim, a green dress with lacing along the sleeves, and a red dress that cinches at the waist.
Her maid takes her leave. Jaylon undresses and sinks into the cool water of her bath. The thoughts of his eyes on her are still ever present but she at least doesn’t feel as if her blood is on fire. She hears the door open and close, “I’m not nearly finished.”
“Well good then we have time to discuss your afternoon sister,” Jasline drags a chair in front of the tub.
“Have I not deserved a moment of peace?”
“Absolutely not, especially not after talking with his Highness,” she sits with her hands folded in her lap, “so?”
Sighing in defeat she speaks,”He’s an attractive enough man.”
“Just attractive enough?”
“What is it you wish me to say? That I’m haunted by his gaze?”
“Are you?”
Jaylon’s cheeks color and she sinks further into the water.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, sister. That means he couldn’t take his eyes from you. So you were able to hold his attention.”
Jaylon swallows, “it’s like I can still feel his eyes on me.”
“And how does that feel to you?”
She had to find the words, “like my very blood was on fire.”
“Oh sister,” Jasline reaches for her sister's hand, “considering the coolness of your bath water I should say you are still under the influence. You must tell me everything.”
Jaylon retells her conversation in detail, making sure to not allow herself to be interrupted. She fears if she stops speaking that she couldn't start again. Once she’s finished, she moves to get out of the tub. To Jasline’s credit, she didn’t interrupt the retelling. She even waited patiently while Jaylon dried herself and slipped her dressing gown on.
“He called you a rare beauty,” Jasline sighs, “you must have made quite the impression.”
“I’m more than sure he has called many women a rare beauty.”
“He did not call me as such. Am I not,” before Jaylon speaks she answers, “the point is dear sister is he was finding the words for what he feels. I doubt Prince Daemon wastes his words.”
Sighing in defeat, “I suppose not. I just don’t see what is so rare.”
“I’m sure his Highness will have no difficulty showing you in time,” giggling at her private joke.
Jaylon’s cheeks burned, “Jasline please , I’m already so confused as to what I feel. Don’t make it uncomfortable.”
“Did the cool bath help?”
“Not entirely” Jaylon shrugged, “I’ve never felt this before. Not with any other Lord.”
“Tell me about what you felt.”
“When he took Cercsi by the lead, it stole my breath as he pulled her forward. Then his eyes were on me again and I wanted….more. When he touched my hair, I could feel his breath against my skin and I wanted to feel more. I wanted his lips on mine, to breathe as one. To feel his hands on me. I wanted all of it.”
“Dear little sister, that is desire. Lust.”
Jaylon falls back onto her bed, “But I can’t desire him. It would just be an arrangement.”
Jasline begins looking at the dresses, “But you do. And from what you say, he also desires you. It’s not such a terrible thing. The man you are to wed desires you.”
Covering her face she groans, “He will have power over me.”
“You forget. That means you will also have power over him,” she pulls her upright, “for now let’s get you dressed for dinner. So you may steal his very breath. Show him the Princess you were born to be.”
Jaylon knows it’s just a matter of words before her fate will be sealed. To wed the heir to the Iron Throne, Prince Daemon Targaryen and spend her days in King’s Landing as his Princess and wife, mother to his children.
….gods, why did it sound so wonderful?
She looked over the selections that her maid had chosen. Both she and Jasline looked at the green dress and laughed, “I fear that dress will never be worn again. Green is not a color I can wear in front of him.”
“Now why is that,” Jasline asked, clearly testing her.
“Green represents the Hightowers. It is no secret his Highness has no love for the Hightowers in any capacity. The color alone would probably anger him.”
“Well, perhaps you keep it in your dressing rooms Princess. Wear it and see how quickly your Prince seeks to change your dress.”
“Jasline!”
“Apologies sister,” she touched the gold one, “not this one either I think.”
“I would agree,” Jaylon holds the red dress to her body, “This one is new. The red is not the red of our house. I honestly cannot say what possessed me to have it made in this color.”
Jasline smiled, “perhaps your heart knew what you mind couldn’t accept just yet. You were born to stand with the Targaryens. In their colors, proudly.”
“It is a tight fit,” Jaylon muses, “it makes me look even more shapely. Displays more cleavage than I usually would.”
“Then it is perfect.”
A few hours have passed by and the Lannister brothers are in the courtyard as their wives have already opted to visit with their good mother. James, the elder brother, leaned comfortably against the walls of the courtyard while Jonathon, the younger, paced nervously.
“Come now brother,” James muttered, “you are beginning to make me feel ill at ease.”
“It’s not every day a Prince of the realm is to marry your sister.”
“Decidedly not,” James holds the hilt of his sword firmly, “do you think Father locked Jaylon in her chambers?”
Jonathon laughed, “He most certainly would have tried. Could you imagine what the Prince would say seeing her? Especially if she had been riding?”
“Imagine what Father would say!”
The brothers laughed together until they saw their sisters approach. Jasline looked every bit the proper lady but their laughter was silent when they saw Jaylon.
“Yes brothers, “Jaylon glared at them, “what would Father have said?”
“Jaylon,” James stubbled over his words, “you look radiant this evening. But…”
“But what James,” Jasline added, “this isn’t Father’s wish. I love another.”
“Baratheon brute,” Jonathon scoffs.
“Perhaps but no one judged you for loving a Frey. So your opinion means little to me.”
“Father will never,” James began.
Jaylon cut his sentence off, “He will have no choice against the will of a Prince. Even he cannot resist that will.”
“Even so,” James looks over his youngest sibling silently, “how is it even possible?”
“Simple. I knew Father would hide Jaylon away today, both of us did. So I decided that I would use the opportunity to convince his Highness that my younger sister would be more to his liking. I also told him I was in love with another man. I saw to it they could speak, and he assured me he would tell Father to wed me to Thomas.”
Jonathon raised a brow, “You proposed a debt, to a Targaryen no less.”
“An exchange,” Jasline boasted with pride, “my sister for my chance at happiness. More than fair I would say. Now brothers if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to see my good sisters and my little nephew and nieces.”
Jasline takes her leave and her brothers shake their heads.
Jaylon begins to look through the rack of wooden swords, “He did see me in the stables today. In my riding gear. He still called me a rare beauty.”
“Is that all he said,”James questioned.
Perhaps the lady just needs a firm hand to guide her.
Jaylon considered telling her brothers more but thought better of it. They were some of her most fierce protectors, “He was the consummate gentleman I assure you. He was very kind to me.”
“I’m sure he was most complimentary,” Jonathon wiggled his eyebrows, “when did my little brat of a sister become a woman grown?”
“Perhaps you were too distracted while trying to beat me in combat to notice,” Jaylon teased.
“Impossible,” he bellowed.
“Indeed brother. One would have to possess a thought to become distracted.”
James laughed as he watched his siblings exchange verbal jabs. In truth, he found himself lost in his own thoughts. Seeing Jaylon now, he recalls the few memories of his mother. Jaylon is very visage of her before him. He blinks away the tears and interrupts, “how about a better way to settle these disputes?”
He nods to the training swords. The three of them smile. Jaylon speaks first, “James. I am in a corset and dress.”
“Well,” flashing her a brilliant smile, “it might be a fair match, little sister.”
“Doubtful,” Jonathon hands out the weapons, “she doesn’t do anything fairly.”
“Good sir. I am a high born lady,” Jaylon shrieks and they begin to spar.
The trio was unaware that from above the courtyard, Daemon had found a shadowy place to observe. He wanted to know more than just rumors and legend about the Lannisters.
James was rumored to be a good man. Kind to his lady wife and proud father of his children. Judging by how easily he parried his sister's swipes, the legend of his fighting prowess must be true. Jonathon appeared to be the lesser, but just as intelligent. He also had ties to the North through the family of his lady wife. Important to know and even more so to keep them aligned with the crown.
Try as Daemon wanted, he couldn’t take his eyes from Jaylon. Watching her move and strike, he saw the skills from her lessons. She clearly had been diligent with her footwork.
James appeared to have her back to a wall, when her eyes went soft but only for a moment. In the second, as James stopped his advances, she ducked his next strike and was able to capture his neck with her wooden blade. It was all Daemon could do to not applaud his lady.
“I yield, dear sister,” James tapped her arm. She dropped her hold, “the Prince will indeed be the most blessed man in the Realm. You are a formidable woman.”
“Thank you brother,” her cheeks flushed and matched the color of her dress.
Jonathon takes the training swords and returns them to their storage, “just know if he ever wrongs you, you need only to send word.”
Jaylon giggles, “for you to do what exactly? Am I to believe you would fight him for my honor?”
“You are our sister. We are charged with ensuring your well being,” James puffs his chest proudly, “if I have to give my life to defend your honor then I would do it.”
“And leave your lady wife a widow? No brother,” she pats his arm, “I believe I could handle my own affairs.”
“Jaylon,” he lowers his voice, “you know what they say about him?”
“I am no fool James. Even if it were true, what they say, I am no plain girl from the Vale. I am not something to toss aside. I am a treasure. I am a Lannister.”
Her brothers only lasted a matter of seconds before their laughter boomed into the courtyard.
She pouted as Jonathon wiped a tear from his eye.
“Am I a joke? Was that not convincing?”
“You will need to work on it,” Jonathon smirks, “make it sound like a roar from your very bones.”
James wrapped his sister in his arms, “you are a Lannister. My sister, you have always been a princess to us. All you were missing was some formal title.”
She returns his hug and settles into his chest, “you are too kind James. Thank you.”
“All any of the three of us want is your happiness,” he softly pressed a kiss to her forehead, “be happy Jaylon.”
She nods and blinks away tears as she pulls away, “now that we’ve played like children I hope my dress is still intact.”
Jonathon looks over the hem of the dress and ensures that the dust is batted away and the hem falls back perfectly. James brushes stray hairs from her face and back into place. They both smile softly at her and then exchange a glance.
“What is that about,” Jaylon wrings her hands, “am I not presentable?”
“It’s not that,” Jonathon shuffles his feet, “you look so much like mother.”
“Exactly how we remember her,” James adds, “it’s a wonderful thing sister. She was a beauty. And a kind woman. “
Jaylon wondered if what they said was true. If so, she then thought if the sight of her made her Father think of his lost love. It would certainly explain the standard he holds her to.
“I should look in on my lady wife,” Jonathon turns to leave, “she is big with child and she needs extra hands with the little ones. Try to behave at this dinner or I will hand you the babe.”
She laughs as her younger brother takes his leave. She and James stand in silence. They had similar temperaments so they often sought each other out when the world had become loud.
“I’m frightened James,” she whispered, “what if he doesn't like me or cannot love me?”
He gently takes her hands in his, “To know you is to love you Jaylon Lannister. I know this. I have loved you since the moment I held you as a babe.”
Tears welled in her gray eyes. She loved her brother dearly, “you’ve never spoken that to me before.”
“A failure of mine, I admit. Know you always have your brother’s love. Even when I must bow to you, Princess.”
Rolling her eyes as she dabs the tears from her cheeks, “oh stop that.”
“But my Lady,” he bows deeply, “I cannot expect favor.”
She pushes him playfully.
“I had hoped you would defy Father. Find a way to meet the Prince yourself. Hearing that even Jasline in all her naïveté knew you were best suited for him gives me some relief.”
“You think I am best for him?”
“He speaks the truth. You are a rare beauty with intelligence and cunning to match. You will challenge him. What’s more, you are young. Plenty of time to give him an heir or two.”
She swallows thickly. She hadn’t spared herself a moment to even consider that piece more than just an idea.
“Come along sister. Let us join our family and get to this happy event,” he offers his arm which she takes and they disappear into the hall.
Daemon, after ensuring he could no longer hear their voices, comes down into the courtyard. Jaylon’s scent still lingered there. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in her. The oils that were on her skin left their scent in the air. His mind wandered to thoughts of her in her chambers, applying the oil.
He forces himself to not think too deeply on that matter. He will save those dark thoughts for when he returns to King's Landing. For now, it’s time to endure this meal and claim what is his.
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Title: Dinner and A Show
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x F!Lannister OC
Summary: A decision is made
Warnings: arranged marriages, typical period misogyny
The dinning hall of Casterly Rock had been painstakingly arranged for this evening. Lord Jason Lannister and his lady wife Tyla made sure no expense was spared on this evening’s meal. Everything had to be perfect.
Even the seating arrangements had to be correct. The Prince most certainly deserved to be the head of the table. The Lannister brothers and their families each took up a side. There were to be two single chairs for the daughters near the Prince.
Jasline and Jaylon were not yet in the hall but their brothers and parents had begun to get everyone near their seats. Anxious energy bubbled under Jason’s skin as he paced by his seat.
Daemon made his entrance, as if he could sense the tension in the room. Everyone bowed. He loathes formality but the bowing is something he always enjoyed.
“My Prince,” Jason gestured to the seat at the head of the table, “will you honor my house and take my seat?”
“This is your house and I am but an honored guest. I will take my seat at the opposite end,” he takes in the sight of the other Lannisters in attendance as he strides to his seat, “you are both to be commended on this day. Casterly Rock is an asset to this Realm.”
The doors open and Jasline enters. She bows to Daemon, “apologies my Prince. My sister needed some aid.”
She smiles softly to her parents as she moves to her chair beside Daemon, on the side with Jonathon’s family. The Prince rises and pulls out her chair. She sits and meets his eyes, “thank you, your Highness.”
He winks at her, “my Lady.”
Before another word is spoken, soft footsteps turn Daemon’s gaze to the door. Every head turns to see Jaylon enter the room. He drinks in the sight of her: glowing pale skin wrapped tightly in red shimmering fabric. Every curve of her body is accentuated as if the garment was made only for her. Daemon never believed in the Seven, but if he ever could, Jaylon would be the picture of the Maiden.
Jaylon can feel his stare almost as if it was fire warming her skin. Her cheeks flush and she bows to Daemon, “my Prince.”
She can feel every eye in the room on her, but none of them as intense as Daemon’s. James gives her a reassuring smile as she passes him. She is trying to remember to breathe.
Daemon has already rounded the end of the table when she gets to her seat. He pulls her chair out and offers his hand. She takes it and glides into her seat. Unbeknownst to her family, his fingers brush the back of her arm. He only whispers a single word, “Geive.” (Beautiful)
She waits for him to take his seat. She meets his gaze, “kostilos (thank you),” whispered as she adjusts in her chair.
“That is a wonderful color on you Lady Jaylon,” Jasline adds to draw attention away from the interaction.
“Not the red I would have thought,” Jason Lannister levels his gaze to his younger daughter, “both of you are lovely this evening. Let us begin.”
Dinner is served, along with a selection of the finest wines from Lannisport. There is polite conversation but Jaylon feels the weight of the eyes of the Prince upon her. Each time she looks, his gaze is already fixed upon her. She wonders if this is what the prey on a hunt feels.
“I must thank His Highness and the King for our tutor,” Jaylon squeaks out, “it was most thoughtful.”
Jasline adds on, “oh yes. We are forever grateful Ñuha Dārilaros.” (My Prince)
“You are both most welcome,” Daemon raises his goblet then drinks, eyes never leaving Jaylon.
“Would it be alright if I show you what I’ve learned,” Jasline asks, “I practiced it daily. If you will indulge me, your Highness?”
Jaylon takes a large drink from her goblet and quietly says, “Kostilus, mandia. Sagon lyka.” (Please sister. Be quiet.)
Daemon smirks at the exchange between these two ladies, “by all means Lady Jasline. Please show me.”
Jaylon listens in absolute embarrassment as Jasline recites her speech. She states how much she loves her sister and wishes nothing more than for her happiness. That her sister was born to be a Princess, to be Targaryen, if only in name. She is fierce and loyal. And she will love the Prince. She also thanks him for ensuring her own happiness.
She had wanted to say that her sister would bless Daemon but she forgets the correct word and instead picks another. Only three people in the room understand. Daemon suppresses a laugh.
Jaylon rolls her eyes, “Mandia. Jaylon ñuha Dārliaros ojehiksa. Daor naegsi.” ( Sister. Jaylon is blessing my Prince. Not sweating.)
“It was a long passage sister,” she pouts as she drinks from her glass, “forgive my mistake.”
“It was well said Lady Jasline,” Daemon attempted to diffuse the brooding, “it’s not an easy language to learn.”
“Yes sister,” Jasline smirks, “we all can’t speak seven languages.”
“Eight,” Jaylon quips and everyone erupts with laughter.
Thes rest of the meal continues without any more grandiose gestures. Jaylon feels her chest tightening with each passing moment. She nearly jumps when James taps her hand.
“Deep breaths. Can’t have you fainting.”
“This dress is so tight I’m not sure if I’m able to. I just wish this evening could end.”
James smiles, “I can help see to that.”
“Your Highness. Lord Father. We all have appreciated this time we have come together as a house. However it is nearing the hour for my children to be seen to sleep. I’m sure my brother and his lady wife also have the same need.”
“Of course Son,” Jason Lannister smiles at his grandchildren and sons, “no doubt Jonathon’s lady wife would also like to be abed.”
Daemon’s gaze shifts to the eldest Lannister, “forgive me. I often lose track of time when it is spent in such fine company,” eyes shifting back to Jaylon.
The silence in the room is heavy. Daemon pushes slightly out from the table, “today has been one of the most enjoyable ones in recent memory. I’ve had the pleasure of speaking with both of your daughters. Lord and Lady Lannister, you both should be filled with pride to know you have reared some of the most polite and kind young women in all of Westeros.”
“Thank you my Prince,” Tyla squeezes her husband’s hand.
“After careful consideration and with the knowledge of their reputations, I have chosen to take Jaylon to wed.”
Jaylon meets his gaze and quickly bows, “my Prince.”
Jason Lannister grinds his jaw, “Jaylon?”
“Yes,” Daemon tilts his head in question, “I felt that was a simple statement.”
“Everyone out,” Jason commands as the Lannister clan begins to exit the hall.
Jaylon looks between her father and her now betrothed and begins to leave.
Daemon holds his hand up. He then offers his hand to Jaylon, which she takes, “you stay here. This very much concerns you.”
“This. Does. Not,” her father spits out.
“It is her life my Lord,” Daemon retorts, “she should know what it all means. Especially as she is to be my wife.”
Jaylon grips his hand tighter when he says the word wife.
“I urged you to take Jasline,” Jason Lannister is pacing in front of the hearth.
“She is in love with Thomas Boratheon.”
“What does love have to do with any of it? She needs to do as she’s told. Unlike this one, meddling and doing as she wants. Putting herself in your way to ensure you would find her more appealing. She isn’t not suited for you. She cannot be commanded or contained. Always with a quip or an opinion when none was asked for.”
Daemon feels Jaylon’s posture becomes even more rigid. Her grip on his hand makes his bones ache. He squeezes her hand back and she looks down at him. Unshed tears shine in her eyes.
“Perhaps the lady just needs a firmer hand,” he watches the blush travel down her neck, “you insult her and here she stands. Not a word spoken. Her face is still. The very picture of a proper lady. What fear do you have?”
“She will embarrass you, your Highness.”
Daemon stands and kisses Jaylon’s fingers, “I can embarrass myself. What you fear is she will embarrass you, my Lord.”
Jason stops in his tracks. Glaring at Jaylon, “you did this girl. You’ve ruined us.”
“I haven’t done anything,” she roars back as she steps in front of the Prince, “I stayed hidden. I did exactly as you asked. This little scheme was all Jasline’s idea. I tried to persuade her to not but she is in love with Thomas.”
“He is a second son.”
“As am I,” Daemon adds as he stands beside Jaylon, “what my Lady says is true. Lady Jasline told me herself in the gardens. She told me how to find Jaylon.”
Jason flops into his arm chair by the hearth, “my daughters. Too cunning for their own good.”
Daemon pulls Jaylon with him and guides her to sit opposite her father, “it would be quite advantageous for you if you were to wed your eldest to the Boratheon. They would likely pay a more substantial dowry considering her birthright.”
“As for this arrangement?”
“It would be much the same. Plus, we are asking for your horses. That would pay a handsome sum as well.”
Jason mulls over the business of it all, “and if I refuse?”
“I can command you. I would rather it not come to that.”
Jason meets his gaze, “I would ask just one question then.”
“I will answer honestly.”
“Would you ever be able to love her more greatly than I or her brothers have?”
Daemon kneels before him, “my Lord. I swear this to you now. I will love her as greatly as you and her brothers, just in a different way. No man could replace her father or her brothers. What I can be is the strength and protection she needs. To love her as the treasure she is. To worship her. To fight wars for her honor if need be. If I would ever be so foolish as to break her heart, body or spirit I would expect any of you to seek me out.”
Jaylon covers her open mouth. She cannot believe she’s seeing the Rogue Prince bend the knee to her father.
His words hang in the air. Time seems to not move at all as Jason Lannister nods. Both men stand and lock eyes. His eyes soften, “she’s so much like her mother, my Prince. Even sitting there as she is now. It’s like my light has returned.”
Jaylon lets the tears fall. She had been right about this.
“Then I will ensure the enduring light of Casterly Rock shines for all of Westeros,” Daemon claps his hand over Jason Lannister’s shoulder.
Jason shakes his head, “my little cub. A soon to be married woman.”
Jaylon gives her father a lopsided smile, “I will always be your little cub, Father.”
Daemon stands beside her, “the hour is getting late and I must ride back to King’s Landing with happy news. Will my Lady and her Lord Father see me to my mount?”
“Of course my Prince,” Jaylon gives her most perfect curtsy.
Daemon considers stopping her but instead is lost in her appearance . He offers her his arm which she takes as they all walk towards the front of the keep. Jason Lannister keeps a respectful distance from the couple as custom would ask.
Jaylon leans into Daemon, “I thought you were going to have to command him.”
“As did I.”
They both laugh and she begins to be lost in quiet thoughts after, “Daemon. I’m not sure if I will be…”
“Be what? I want you as you are Jaylon. You need not change for me or for anyone,” he takes her hand and kisses her fingers, “you are perfection.”
“Thank the gods it’s dark or you would see my face matches my dress.”
“It is a lovely color. I do like it,” his eyes drop to her ample cleavage as he thinks something over, “I’m going to have dresses made for you befitting a princess.”
“That isn’t necessary,” she stops in front of him.
“One thing to learn right away little lion,” he captures her chin between his thumb and forefinger, “if I tell you I will do something for you, it is not a request.”
She swallows and nods, “forgive me my Prince.”
“I told you. When it’s in private…”
“Daemon,” she takes his arm again and continues their walk to his mount, “I have many dresses. So much so you might think me vain.”
“Beauty is entitled to vanity. Especially in something like this.”
“Well it’s not very comfortable. I can hardly breathe.”
“Odd. It also makes it difficult for me to breathe.”
She lays her head against his arm. He can feel the heat of her cheeks, “you flatter me.”
“As often as I can my Lady,” kissing the crown of her head, “I will keep in mind that perhaps an innocent lady isn’t used to such devotion.”
“I did not ask you to stop.”
They walk past the gates of Casterly Rock and near a clearing on the coast. Jaylon looks around and sees nothing other than the same coast line she’s seen since she was a child.
“Expecting a dragon to just be napping hmm,” Daemon teases.
“Perhaps. Where is it?”
“He, Caraxes, probably went out hunting. He does eat. I will call him back.”
She doesn’t know what to say. She wondered if there was a farmer missing livestock nearby or if perhaps further off. She watches as Daemon closes his eyes and says something softly in High Valerian.
“He will come. He knows I want him to come to me.”
“But how does he know?”
“A dragon and their rider have a bond. Caraxes knows when I want him to come to me. He also knows when I need protection.”
Before she can ask another question, the sound of Caraxe’s wings fill the night sky. He announces his approach with a screaming roar. Jaylon jumps at the sound and Daemon pulls her against his side.
“Easy now kelitos (little lion). He will not harm you. He only wishes to let me know he’s coming to me. Nothing to fear.”
She nods furiously as the ground rumbles beneath their feet. The sight before her is both terrifying and awe inspiring. Caraxes slithers his long neck toward his rider, a rumble that would otherwise be mistaken for a growl as his eye settles on Jaylon.
“Lykiri (easy),” he commands, “let him get your scent. Give me your hand.”
She offers her shaking palm to him as he leads her toward the dragon. She hoped fear isn’t a palpable scent. After only a few moments, Caraxes leans his head toward Jaylon.
“He wants you to pet him,” Daemon lays her palm flat against the snout of Caraxes, “move in the direction of his scales.”
Jaylon begins to rub her palm against the warm scales. She is nearly toppled as Caraxes moves his head closer. A different more high pitched sound comes from him, “is he chirping?”
Daemon smiles and puts his hand over hers, “he likes you.”
“Oh,” she smiles and laughs, “Ao nykeā sȳz zaldrīzes issi.” (You are a good dragon.)
Warmth grows in Daemon’s chest seeing their exchange, “he is a very good dragon. The best of them.”
“I like him. More so especially since he made no attempt to devour me,” mischievous light danced in her eyes.
I know a dragon that would devour you, Daemon mused, “He doesn’t generally take kindly to others. I told you that you were rare.”
“If Caraxes thinks so, then it must be true.”
“I know you jest,” he stands with their hands joined in front of them, “I was serious about making you believe it.”
“I look forward to you keeping that promise,” softly smiling at him.
His eyes studied her face. He wanted, no, needed to memorize every feature. Running his fingers up her arms, he felt her trembling under his feather light touch. Her eyes were fixed on his as he rested an arm on her slender waist, “may I kiss you Jaylon?”
She nodded furiously.
His fingers traced over her lips, “Words. I need to hear you say it.”
“Issa.” (Yes)
Daemon leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. Cupping her head in his right hand, he deepened the kiss and pulled her close to him. He did not linger too long as it would be improper.
She whimpered when he pulled away. Her breath was coming in heavy pants. He could feel her heart hammering in her chest. She felt like if she were not holding him that she very well might float.
“Daemon,” she clutches his wrists, “is it always like that?”
He tilts his head in confusion, “did you never feel this way from a kiss?”
“I….well it’s just….”
“I see,” he eases her fingers away from her hold on him, gently taking her hands in his, “I shall endeavor to not overwhelm you, sweet girl.”
“I rather enjoy being overwhelmed, I believe.”
Her breathy admission makes him chuckle. He presses a soft kiss to her forehead, “Patience. Now, I really must go. I wish you and your family a safe journey to King’s Landing. Look for messages from me along the way.”
“I shall,” she reluctantly pulls away and allows him to mount Caraxes. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him.
She watches as Caraxes beats his wings and appears to leap as he takes flight. Her thoughts drifted to this day, what has happened and what her future holds.
A laugh bubbles out of her. She feels like she will wake tomorrow and it will all be but a dream.
….only when she does, servants are preparing for the long journey to King’s Landing.
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The Eyes of the Dragon
Summary: the Prince arrives at Casterly Rock
Pairing: Deamon Targaryen x Lannister!oc
A/N: This is the third installment in my AU story. You can read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 here. I appreciate all that likes, reblogs and comments. Thank you for reading and interacting!
Jaylon had not slept well. She tossed and turned most of the evening. She watched as the early morning sun bathed her chambers in light. Anxious energy coursed through her veins and she knew the only remedy. She dressed in her riding attire and decided to stay hidden until closer to midday once her obligation this morning had ended.
She broke her fast with her father, step-mother and Jasline. They all gave her a look upon seeing her attire but nothing was said. Jaylon sat in silence while her family discussed the events of the coming day. She tried to not pay more attention than needed to. Her brothers with their wives would be arriving sometime after midday. She knew to be expected at dinner but other than that she had resigned herself to be on her own.
Once the morning meal was finished, she walked back to her chambers and into seclusion. She felt a hand hook her arm. Jasline laughed at her jolt of surprise, “oh now dear sister. Certainly you do not plan on riding all day.”
“No. I’m going to hide in my chamber until near midday and then I shall go for a ride. All the while you will dazzle the Prince with your beauty and charm. By dinner, his Highness will have found his perfect match.”
“Yes, after I tell him all about you he will.”
“Jasline,” choosing her next words carefully, “I see you are committed to this but please don’t squander your chance or perhaps undermine everything for the idea of love.”
“Love is the greatest gift we have. I would risk everything for Thomas.”
She wanted to tell her to not be juvenile. Instead she remained silent.
“You need not worry. I can be extremely persuasive.”
“I am well aware of your ability to sway the opinion of almost anyone. I fear that if his opinion is swayed, I will be blamed by Father for undermining his idea. That somehow I convinced you to do this for me and he will never forgive me.”
Jasline hugs her tightly, “I will shoulder the blame. Even if he wishes to blame you, I will ensure he will not and cannot.”
The sisters stand in each other's embrace for a few moments of silence. Jasline felt Jaylon slump against her. She believed her sister to be the strongest person in the Seven Kingdoms. However she also knew that she was the safest place for Jaylon to be let her guard down. She also knew to not mention the feeling of wetness now present on her shoulder.
“All will be well,” she whispered while rubbing circles on Jaylon’s back, “I’m sure he is a wonderful man despite the rumors. He is clearly fiercely loyal to his family. He will be loyal to you. Do not be afraid, sister.”
Jaylon nods and stands away from her sister. She wipes her tears, “I will endeavor to not be.”
Their quiet was interrupted by a thundering sound overhead. They looked to the sky to see the shadow of a dragon.
Jasline smiles, “I should be going. I will see you at dinner then?”
Jaylon nods and disappears into her chambers. Jasline begins her walk back to the courtyard. She went over everything she wanted to say. She knew how important it was to present Jaylon as an attraction other than herself. She felt a sense of calm come over her and she knew to her very core this was the right course of action.
What she couldn’t prepare herself for was the actual sight of him. She was formally introduced by her father and she gave her best curtsey. As her eyes met his, it nearly stole her breath. Targaryens are known for their appearances and Jasline now understands why. The silver hair was an obvious sign but his eyes, violet. She had never seen anything like it. For a moment, she had forgotten how to speak.
“Lady Jasline, a pleasure,” inclining his head as he spoke.
“The pleasure is entirely ours, Your Highness. You honor our house with this visit.”
There were more pleasantries exchanged and her father conducted a small tour of the grounds. Daemon seemed to at least feign interest in the words your father was speaking. No matter how fine Casterly Rock is, it is not the scale of the Red Keep or even Dragonstone. He is at least polite enough to carry on conversation with only the occasional glance to Jasline.
She did her best to keep herself calm, knowing soon she would be relatively alone with the Prince. Her father would chaperone them but keep his distance. She hoped he would catch on to what she was hinting at. She was taken out of her reverie by being asked to show His Highness the gardens.
“Shall we then,” smiling softly as she speaks.
He motions for her to lead the way. Her father trails behind. She gives information to the Prince about the flowers growing or about the path to walk. He listened to her politely. When she reached a point that she was sure her father had stopped listening, she lowered her voice, “I’m sure that you could care less about these gardens.”
“Am I so transparent,” mirth lighting his violet eyes.
“I would like to say I am glad I have been given the opportunity to meet you. I would be remiss, however, if I didn’t apologize for my younger sister Jaylon not being there to greet you.”
“She had duties to attend to, or so I’m told.”
Jasline sighs, “I’m afraid she has this habit of not conforming to formality. So it was advantageous for her to not be present.”
He smiles, “She sounds delightful.”
“She is delightful and beautiful, if I must say. Her hair is lighter than mine and her eyes are a shade of blue and gray. She’s quite well read and speaks seven languages. She is also more adept at High Valyrian than I.”
“Lady Jasline, if I didn't know better I would say you were trying to turn my attention.”
“Am I so transparent,” she returns his words.
“Very well then. Shall we be more honest with each other?”
“As you wish my Prince.”
He stops to appear to admire some plant, “I know that you have been exchanging letters with a Baratheon. A great deal of them.”
“Thomas, your Highness. I love him.”
“Then, why would your father agree to this at all?”
“Thomas is a second son and fifth born. I am an eldest daughter. Father believes him to not be worthy of me, even with a prior marriage, which I know you have knowledge of as well. I have a way that we could be of greater assistance to each other and in turn to my sister.”
“I’m listening.”
“I cannot presume to know your mind or what you were told about the need for you to be wed. I can only hope the desire was for a Lannister bride, not a specific one of us.”
His eyes locked on hers, “then why exclude your sister from greeting me?”
“Father believes her to not be suited for you. For all her strengths and intelligence, she can be quite strong willed. In addition to that, she does have a reputation amongst the Lords of Westeros. Seeing as no match has been found for her.”
“If you’re asking what I know of her, she sounds as if she will not suffer a brute or a simple man. She also sounds as if she is not afraid to speak her mind.”
“She is not afraid of that. What she does fear is a life that will be dull. She told me there is more to being a wife than bringing an heir forth. That one must have the strength to support her husband even when every other person defies them. As much of a warrior as you are, she would be one for you.”
“One has to wonder,” he takes in the view as to not draw any attention, “you wish to put your sister in my way. To have me take her to wed even against the wishes of your father. Why?”
“Your Highness,” she sighs, “it would be unfair to you to force you to wed someone who loves another.”
“It would be. No more unfair than asking you to stop feeling for him the way you do,” the two of you rounded the path back toward the courtyard, “I can choose whomever I wish. So, how can I be of service to you Lady Jasline?”
“My sister has told me many times that marriages are arrangements. All I need is mine to be arranged. My words to my father fall on deaf ears….”
A wry grin crawls across his face, “but the word of a Prince and heir to the throne would carry all the weight you need to ensure your happiness.”
Tears well in her eyes, “I would owe you a great debt. However, I believe the gift of my sister would be enough for repayment.”
“A Lannister that would even propose a debt? You are most serious my Lady,” gripping the hilt of his sword, “I should like to speak with her without calling attention to her.”
“She has said that she would be riding near midday. There is a young mare who she favors that is a bit restless. Perhaps my Prince could take leave to check on his mount and find his way to our stables that are just off the courtyard?”
He laughs and she thinks it’s a privilege to hear, “not that you have given any thought to this.”
She mimics a look of shock, “of course not my Prince.”
The pair walked back in the direction of Jason Lannister. Daemon was sure to thank Jasline for showing him the gardens, but he skillfully convinced the lord of the house that it would be wise for him to look in on Caraxes lest some farmers lose cattle.
The ruse was convincing enough. Daemon even assured him he could make his way back to the courtyard without an escort. He had the sense to head in the direction of where he had landed. He took in the ground of Casterly Rock and thought in another life it would have been a fine place to spend his youth.
What he wasn’t prepared for was the sight of her. He stepped behind the shade of trees as she rode towards the stables. She is far more fair than her sister, he thought. She was clearly a skilled rider; she had complete control of her mount. She radiated joy from her very spirit; it felt as though he was seeing her without any pretenses. That joy made her seem even more beautiful than that was already apparent to him.
Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the day and the ride, blonde braid falling over her shoulder, shirt catching the breeze. Not much was able to render Daemon speechless but she very well might. He decided to try and observe her more closely. He stayed out of sight and crept into the opening of the stables.
She was trying to coax her mount back into her stall, “Come now Cercsi, you’ve had your fun. I know you needed it. You’ll get used to all the attention on you soon young one. Not that it becomes easier.”
The horse seemed to protest more. Daemon couldn’t help his smile. Her voice was lovely, like a song.
“I really must insist you go back in,” patting along the neck of the horse, “I need to go make myself presentable. Father will be extremely cross if the Prince were to see me like this.”
He looked over her riding attire, while not exactly what a proper lady would wear to court, she looked no less lovely.
“I’m sure if I am seen and Father finds out, he’ll marry me to a Stark. I don’t believe I can endure Winterfell.”
“How fortunate for Lord Stark then and for you my lady, future queen of the North,” he couldn’t help himself.
She did not turn. Instead scoffed at the notion, “I’m afraid my disposition isn’t suited for Winterfell good sir.”
“Queen certainly seems to suit you,” treading quietly as he moves a few steps out of the doorway.
“Titles can be little more than just words. I’ve met Lords and Ladies who are just as regal as one with a birth rite. Also met common people with more honor than some Lords. Words are the least of what makes one deserving of the title: king, queen, Prince.”
“Princess,” a call to the title he hopes to bestow to her.
“As does good breeding. What man dares to lurk and sneak up on a woman alone,” she turns and faces him. Whatever tongue lashing she had thought to unleash was stolen from her. She flushed pink and quickly bowed, “your Highness. Please accept my apology.”
He crosses the distance between them quickly. Tucking his fingers under her chin, he lifts her eyes to meet his. Gods she was breathtaking, “for speaking your mind? You need not be sorry for that. Especially not for true words spoken with good intent. Birth rite is the very least of what makes anyone worthy of the title King, wouldn’t you agree?”
Jaylon swallows and takes a small step back, “since I fear the answer would be akin to treason it would be wise to say nothing.”
“She told me you were intelligent.”
“Whom do you speak of my Prince? How do you know I’m not more than a simple stable hand?”
His fingers brush the braided golden hair over her shoulder. To her credit she didn’t turn away from him. Brave girl, he thought, “it’s the hair.”
Cheeks burning with color as she attempts to stay calm, “I suppose it is no easier to hide I’m a Lannister than to conceal your own heritage, your Highness.”
Eyes locked with her, “Daemon. Please,” he holds his palm open and she places her hand in his. Daemon swore he felt his blood hum, “and you my Lady?”
“Jaylon,” her head swam when his lips kissed her fingers, “I do really need to get her to her stall.”
“Of course,” he allows her to focus her attention on her mount, “I saw you ride in. It was an impressive sight.”
“Thank you….Daemon. Our horses are some of, if not the best trained and bred steeds in all of Westeros. She is just young; this is her first season.”
He allows the mare to smell him before he rubs his hand along her snout, “she seems agreeable enough.”
“Her temperament is wonderful, like all our horses. She is just a bit headstrong. At times, she needs a ride to alleviate the anxious energy she feels. We often do this dance when I bring her back in.”
He smiles as he chooses his next actions. He takes the lead and gives a small firm tug. The mare follows his lead into her stall. Triumphant, Daemon latches the door, “perhaps the lady just needs a firm hand to guide her.”
I don’t believe he’s talking about the horse,” she mused. Jaylon did her best to not be so taken by him. It is no wonder that most consider Targaryens closer to Gods than men. His confidence. His intelligence. His appearance. He was everything these lesser lords could ever dream to be. A Prince in every meaning of the word, heir to the Iron Throne. A powerful dragon with his gaze fixed on her.
He stood as close to her as would be deemed appropriate, “I do wish you had been there to greet me this morning. What duties would have kept you from greeting your Prince?”
“My duty to not be noticed,” she blanched at her own honesty, “forgive me. That was…”
He held up his hand to dismiss the words, “Honest. Admittedly, I could see why your Lord father would want to hide you away. You are a rare beauty.”
Her eyes dropped, “you would tire of saying that. As any man would.”
“Lesser men, perhaps. I will say it until you believe it, Jaylon. They will be the last words on my lips.”
Before she could respond, the voice of Jason Lannister filled the stables, “your Highness please accept my apologies for the appearance of my youngest daughter.”
Daemon masked his amusement with a look of confusion, “whatever for. I was coming back after seeing Caraxes and I saw a rider pass. I was so taken with the sight of the steed, I found my way here to ask my questions about your stock. It would appear it is the best in the Seven Kingdoms. And your daughter was very helpful in addressing any questions I had.”
For once in his life, Jason Lannister was dumbfounded.
“She was riding and dressed for the occasion. No need to apologize or scold,” Daemon’s eyes drifted to Jaylon’s. He watched her skin burn under his gaze, “I will accept your apology for hiding the best stock from my sight.”
“Of course your Highness,” Jason at least had the sense to agree, “I trust then you were pleased with our stables and our stock?”
“Very pleased,” eyes never leaving Jaylon, “so much so I will ensure my brother knows that only Lannister stock will fill the royal stables.”
“Your Highness,” Jaylon says, “Lord Father. As it would appear this is gentlemen’s business, I would ask to take my leave so I can prepare for dinner.”
“Yes of course,” Daemon inclines his head, “although I cannot imagine it would not take more than a change of clothing for you to appear more presentable, my Lady.”
“My Prince is too kind,” she bows, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed her skin was.
As she walks away, Daemon waits until she’s out of sight before making his next move. He walks to each stall and surveys each animal. They are of good stock and should serve the City Watch well.
“I wasn’t keeping her from you,” Jason whispers.
“You weren’t exactly forthcoming.”
“She is my youngest and second born daughter. Hardly worthy of a Prince. She doesn’t have the regard for formality and duty as Jasline does.”
“You forget yourself my Lord,” Daemon brushes the mane of a curious horse, “I am a second son. Also a Prince. I know what is worthy of me.”
“I urge you then,” Jason pleaded with him, “consider that she has rejected or been rejected by every eligible lord in the Seven Kingdoms. For two years I have done my utmost to find a match for her and still none would suit. She is obstinate and can be quite vexing. Jasline is far more suited to a life at court. She would be the most dutiful wife.”
Daemon knew not to press him more. He simply nodded and turned the conversation back to business. He will be more than happy to explain himself later in the evening.
Not as happy as seeing what Jaylon would present herself in at dinner.
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Part 2: The Plot thickens
Pairings: Daemon Targaryen x Lannister!oc
Warnings: period typical misogyny, arranged marriage
A/N: thanks for reading this first part. I promise it gets more fun. Backstory is important. You can read the previous part here.
Ravens had arrived a few days prior. It seemed to have everyone in a hurry. Jaylon found the energy refreshing but she was curious as to what the message read.
Jaylon bound into her fathers study, “Good morrow Father.”
He looked up from his ledgers and smiled, “good morrow Jaylon. I trust this happiness is from your new tutor?”
“May I sit,” inquiring as to not disturb his work. He gestured for her to take a seat, “if I may be so bold…”
“The only time you ask to be bold is when you’re meddling in affairs you shouldn’t.”
“Father, a tutor from King’s Landing to instruct us in High Valyrian?”
“Instruct Jasline. You are there to learn to help her with her studies.”
“Of course,” raising an eyebrow, “but Father no one is telling us anything more than we are to learn.” She pouts, eyes wide in question. She knew her father’s weakness.
“Very well,” sighing in defeat, “Prince Daemon Targaryen has recently lost his lady wife; a terrible hunting accident I’m told. He needs to find a new match and we are fortunate enough to be considered.”
That man will be bored to tears with her, she thought, “what good fortune for His Highness that my sister is available.”
“Good fortune for us all,” he turned another page in his ledger, “I was also told that the King has become quite disappointed with the foles they had from their breeders so they are very interested in obtaining some of our horses.”
She smiled, “Lannister horses for the City Watch. In all the royal tournaments. Even an entire Calvary with our steeds,” she rounded the desk and kissed her father on the cheek.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. His Highness sent a raven. He said he would be arriving in a few days to inspect some of our stock himself.”
“Well I must help prepare….”
“Jaylon,” leveling a hard stare in her direction , “nothing can go wrong or we could lose this opportunity.”
She was aware of what he was hinting at, “well it would be rude if I ignored our honored guest.”
“Don’t be petulant. You need to stay out of the way. Speak if you are spoken to but be brief. Always present your sister in the best light.”
“As you wish,” mirth behind her eyes, “perhaps I can be in the stables.”
“You will present yourself as a proper lady for His Highness.”
“Perhaps the Prince doesn’t like proper.”
Wringing his hands as he’s grown accustomed to doing when he’s angry, “my precious girl, why must you be so vexing?”
Jaylon turns to leave, “it will keep you young Father.”
Not waiting to be dismissed, she makes her way to her sister’s room. Not bothering to knock, she enters and unceremoniously flop on the chaise.
“Now what if I was indecent,” Jasline huffs.
“Dear sister, I don't think it possible for you to be indecent,” grinning as she teases, “or should I say your highness.”
“Why would I want your title, sweetling?”
Rolling her eyes in annoyance Jaylon speaks, “I’ve spoken with Father. After this, there will be some time in King’s Landing. He cautioned me to be on my best behavior and to present myself as a proper lady.”
“All the better to have the Prince’s heart and mind set on you then.”
“And he calls me obstinate.”
“I love another, Jaylon. It would be cruel to His Highness and to me.”
“It’s merely political. Why should it matter?”
“I would be most unhappy,” tears well in Jasline’s eyes, “do you wish that for me? Unhappiness?”
Jaylon crosses to her sister and takes her hands, “you know me better. I only want your happiness. You were born for a royal life. You can learn to love.”
“Not with this,” tears spill down her cheeks, “I would never be enough for him. I would be so afraid every day. I want a quiet life, with children and a fine home.”
“No more tears. I can’t bear it,” smiling softly, “we both know that defying Father wouldn’t bode well.”
“This is still the Prince’s decision. Even if he’s been commanded to marry. All he was told was he was to have a Lannister bride.”
“Now those sound like words from my lips, dear sister.”
“I just don’t understand why you are so resistant to the idea.”
Jaylon swallows, “what if the very idea frightens me?”
“The idea or him?”
Jaylon huffs and releases her sister's hands. Walking to the window, she closes her eyes, “I don’t know the man. At all. Neither do you, so how can I be frightened?”
“You’re afraid of marriage?”
Turning to face her sister, “I’m afraid of being some object in a larger game. To just be someone that bears children and nothing more. Husband doesn’t mean a lord to obey no more than wife means servant.”
“Very progressive thinking,” Jasline stands beside her sister, “I hear the Prince is quite progressive.”
Jaylon sighs, “what is it you wish me to say?”
“Look in my eyes and tell me that you don’t want to be put in his way. Tell me you don’t want to be his Princess that he gives everything and more to.”
Opening her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
Whispering to Jaylon, “His Princess that he takes to his chambers every night and shows you what he’s practiced and learned from his nights on the Street of Silk.”
Jaylon’s face burns hot, “Jasline that’s unladylike to even speak of that.”
“What of it? He’s a man. A Prince. You could do far worse in this world sister.”
“I yield,” sighing in resignation, “how about we come to this agreement. I will be the fullest version of myself. If you wish to attempt to persuade His Highness, I don’t wish to know the details.”
“A fair agreement.”
They shake hands, “Gods be good! I almost forgot about the raven!”
Jasline links arms with her sister, “tell me while we walk to our tutor. Can’t keep the Septa waiting.”
The two make their way to the library while Jaylon recounts the conversation with her father. Jasline’s eyes sparkle with mischief.
“How exciting! And it will give me the chance to ensure this agreement is in my favor. You’ll owe me a debt Princess.”
“I most certainly will not,” Jaylon’s eyes flare with rage, “and don’t call me that.”
“Not yet anyway,” teasing Jaylon as they both take their seats.
The Septa began their instruction for the day. Jaylon was distracted by her own mind. Was it even possible to have the Prince choose her? She didn’t think there was any formal naming of which of them he was to wed. In addition, he was a second son; she was a second daughter. By all rites their match would make sense.
She finished her writing but Jasline begged the Septa for extra instructions. Jaylon rolled her eyes as she left. She needed air; freedom. She went to her chambers and changed into her riding clothes. She knew her father didn’t approve of her riding attire. She would never understand why a shirt, breeches and boots were so troublesome.
She braided her hair back and made her way to their stables. This was the place she found her peace. Horses were simple. They understood. They didn’t need to speak to communicate. She saddled up her new favorite mare and set out on her ride.
This beauty was young and she would become restless if in her stall too long. We have lots in common, Jaylon mused. She let her worries fade and focused her energy on commanding her steed. She never was for certain how long she would be gone but she knew that she always felt more relaxed when she returned.
Upon her arrival back at the stables, she heard her Fathers voice. He was instructing the stable keeps to make sure it was especially tidy on the morrow. Dismounting her horse, she leads her back to her stall.
“Father?”
He smiles at her, “restless?”
“The both of us I believe,” getting her kindred spirit settled back into her stall.
“I believe she’s growing accustomed to the attention you give her. It is so common an occurrence this time of day.”
She raised an eyebrow, “is that so?”
“It is,” his eyes softened, “perhaps you could see fit to not be so timely.”
Leaning against the door of the stall, “perhaps the same reason you asked the hands to ensure the stables are tidy on the morrow? He will be here won’t he?”
Sighing in defeat, “I was going to speak on it at dinner but yes. He will be arriving on dragonback early and will be with us for most of the day.”
“I will do my best to be but a shadow then.”
“Jaylon,” shaking his head, “you could never be but a shadow. You are too bright a light in the world.”
She could not help her smile. In moments like this, she is certain of her father’s love for her.
Jason Lannister felt the breath still in his lungs. Looking at his daughter’s shy smile, he couldn’t help but think how much she looks like her mother did at this age. It makes his heart ache. “I believe you have misunderstood me in our earlier conversation.”
“You were very clear to me, Father. You wish for Jasline to marry His Highness. I will do my best to not damage their meeting.”
He reaches for her hands and takes them in his, “I only want the best for her. Also for you. A life at court would be difficult for you, especially with Prince Daemon being named heir. There are responsibilities and duties that come with that obligation. I just wouldn’t want your light to be diminished in any way, Jasline would be ideal for the duties expected of her.”
“Father,” sighing as she speaks, “Jasline would be ideal but she is in love. Doesn’t it seem cruel to deny her that?”
“I don’t expect either of you to understand. She needs to let the Baratheon go. Perhaps if he’s amenable, he could be matched with you.”
Jaylon knows that she should protest and try to convince him to lead with his heart. That would for sure lead to a fight. Instead she chooses to not sully this moment between them. She kisses him on the cheek and takes her leave.
Her thoughts drifted to the morrow. She asked whatever Gods could hear that everything goes according to their design, which she hoped aligned with what her father wished. She also asked that Jasline not be as persuasive as she could be.
She asked also, that if it be the design, that she could withstand the eyes of a dragon upon her.
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Lions Go East
Title: Lions Go East
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x F!Lannister OC
Summary: Traveling closer to her destiny.
Warnings: arranged marriages, typical period misogyny, discussions of sexual experiences.
AN: Sorry its been some time, but life. You all can find the links for the previous chapters here on my master list. I hope you enjoy this one.
The journey to King’s Landing was a long one and it constituted moving a small city along the road. Jaylon, her father and stepmother, her sister Jasline, her eldest brother James and his family would be in tow. Jonathon and his lady wife would remain at the Rock due to his lady wife’s condition.
There were strategically placed stops near major towns if possible. Places to rest, feed their horses, and to take care of their own needs as well. The road was well traveled and should give no issues. Jaylon was more dreading the lengthy riding in a carriage. They could have sailed to King’s Landing but her father loathed it.
If it cannot be reached by horseback, it was not meant to be reached.
She and her siblings knew it was due to the fact he would be violently ill on the water but they let him have his pride.
The first long stay would be in Deep Den. The house in power there had allegiance to House Lannister. The first King of the Rock came from this place. She had sent a raven to Daemon before they set out to inform him of the stops. She wondered if he would just know considering how worldly he is.
She stared out the window of the carriage as her parents carried on about her marriage and what it meant or how the ceremony would go. She hardly paid attention. She found her mind drifting to the thoughts of his lips on hers and it made her blush.
“Dearest,” her stepmother questioned, “are you well? You’re flushed.”
Jaylon didn’t think she could be anymore red, “just the sun on my skin is all. I was lost in thought.”
Lady Tyla gave her husband a knowing look.
Jaylon remained quiet and tried to think of anything else. No thought of Daemon seemed safe.
She did have a lingering thought that her innocence would be a slight hindrance to him. She hoped she wouldn’t bore him.
Her parents made no attempt to include her in their conversation which she was glad for but she became aware of their body language. Even though it was idle conversation, she noted how her father always took her stepmother’s hand in his. She wasn’t upset or in need of support. Perhaps he does it because he wants to.
Because he enjoys being near her. He has to touch her. He loves her.
She again thought of Daemon’s eyes upon her; his subtle brush of the back of her arm. He did it because he wanted to. Because he needed to touch her. Would he reach for her hand, like her father does her stepmother?
She hoped so. The gesture was something that appealed to her.
When they finally arrived at their stop, it was early evening. They headed to the home of House Lydden, their cousins, where they would rest for a few days. Upon settling in before dinner, one of the pages approached Jaylon.
“My lady,” he holds out a parcel wrapped in fine black and red fabrics, “this was delivered for you this morning.”
Jaylon smiles, “thank you.”
The fabric smells of him: leather, smoke and something otherworldly. The tag reads “my Lady Jaylon, my beloved.” She had not seen his handwriting but she knew it was Daemon. He must have brought it on dragonback himself. She blushed as she held it to her chest.
“What is it,” her father asked.
“Daemon…His Highness has left a gift for me. Wasn’t that kind?”
“Open it then,” Jason demands.
His wife softly attempts to diffuse his command, “husband. Her betrothed sent her a token of his affections. Perhaps it would be rude to ask her to share.”
He did drop the matter but seemed to be unsettled. As if he couldn’t fathom why he would not be included. They ate dinner together and Jaylon held her gift on her lap excited to see what he had given her.
Jasline and Jaylon walked back to their rooms together. Jasline teased her sister, “perhaps he has included a small portrait of his body for you to enjoy.”
Jaylon looks at her in horror, “why would he do that!”
“So you won’t be afraid,” Jasline giggles as she opens the door to her chamber.
“Good night sister. Do pray for more virtuous thoughts.”
They bid each other good night and Jaylon quickly went to her chambers. She sat the parcel on her bed. She read the tag over and over. My beloved.
Her heart swelled and she began to carefully open it. The fabric itself was very fine, even the silver ribbons had a quality she had not seen. He was showing her what he could give.
Once opened, there were three books and a handwritten note. Two of the books appeared to be very old while the other was noticeably newer. She unsealed the note and smiled while reading it.
“Jaylon, I hope this finds you well and not too weary from the road. Traveling not on dragonback is tiresome. Do take care of yourself when you stop: eat, bathe and sleep. Your Prince commands it.
I have loaned you two of my favorite books on the history of Old Valyria. I nearly have them memorized. I have read from them often enough. I look forward to many conversations about their contents. While I’m sure you could seek out this information, I personally assure you would find no great account then these books from our library. I have included some personal notes inside the books so you can read some of my thoughts.
The last book is of more of a personal nature. I would tell my lady that it would be best if she kept it hidden from sight. People may find it improper. Keep in mind, I only want you to be knowledgeable in all things. There are also notes in that tome. They are more questions or asking for you to examine it differently. The conversation about that I very much long for.
Now, my beloved, you should rest. I picture you in the rooms of that hall as you read my words. If you like, read some from the books before you drift off to sleep. Know that I am counting the days until your arrival like a child would waiting on their name day celebrations.
When I am alone at night, just before I close my eyes, I think of your face. The way your skin felt beneath my fingers. The feeling of your kiss. I long for you Jaylon and soon we'll be united as one.
Yours always, Daemon.”
She sighed as she read his words. She imagines what a sight it was for anyone here to see a Targaryen Prince carrying a gift. The thought alone warmed her heart.
She looked at both history books and found small slips of paper in several places. It was in fact sets of notes, in his handwriting. She looked forward to reading them. His mentions of this third book piqued her interest. She looked at the title A Caution for Young Girls.
She had never heard of it. So opened the cover to see another note, only this time it was in High Valyrian.
“My only love, I know you are innocent. Innocence should not equal ignorance. I am, let us say, a well traveled man. I have been to many places and do know what I enjoy.
I want for you and I to have equal footing when we travel together. This book entails a woman’s perspective on travel. All I wish is for you to have consideration for these stories.
I have made notes in several sections to give us a point on conversion. I wish for you to not feel shame or fear when you wish to travel somewhere unfamiliar. I wish for you to enjoy the journey as I do.
Know there are several travels in this book that I do enjoy but I will not divulge those to you yet. I want your honesty.
You do not need to read this all in one setting. Feel no pressure. I desire for you to have the knowledge you need to understand the enjoyment one has traveling and the confidence to say if some place isn’t enjoyable.
Keep an open mind. I look forward to our travels.
Yours, Daemon”
She smiled softly. Reading his words was a unique insight on how his mind worked. She quietly readies herself for bed. She pulls the blankets over her body and begins to read the book in question.
Her cheeks burn red as she finishes the first chapter. She wondered why he chose this. Then she finds a slip of paper inserted before the next chapter.
"This coming chapter has a tale of her first real bit of travel. I can promise not all first trips are identical. Also, I can promise that with me as your traveling companion I know how to make the experience more enjoyable."
She quickly closes the book and pulls the covers tightly around her body. She resolved that she should send a thank you by raven so he knows she has the gifts. But for now, she attempts to quiet her mind and drift off to slumber.
___________
Her rest was difficult to find. Perhaps being in a different place, perhaps knowing there would be another long day ahead. She knew they would be leaving around midday, after the horses had their rest and everyone had a chance to prepare themselves.
Instead of communing with her family, Jaylon stayed in her chamber reading from her forbidden tome. She covered her mouth to silence her gasp a few times. This young woman’s first experience seemed so terrible. Then she thought of Daemon's words about wanting it to be enjoyable. She wondered what he meant exactly.
When she had finished the chapter, there was another sealed note for her, written in High Valyrian of course:
"As I thought of your reactions to this chapter, it gives me pause that perhaps I should have not asked you to read this. However, knowledge is better than ignorance.
Firstly, and I swear it now, our first night will not be as that was. I ask that when that moment arrives, you just speak honestly. If you are uncomfortable, please say so. There are several ways to prepare so you travel well. I assure you my lady, preparing for travel can be just as enjoyable for all.
Secondly, there was talk in this chapter about solo travel. I would tell you, my precious maiden, that solo travel allows you to understand the manner in which you would find deep enjoyment traveling. If you have not tried a solo journey then I ask you to try.
When you are alone at night perhaps. Or in the bath. Let your thoughts drift to me, my lady. When we kissed. How that felt in your body. Then do as she had described. Or just discover the road you enjoy.
I look forward to hearing about your journey. Perhaps even a retelling.
Yours, Daemon"
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