The Dragon and the Rose {Part 01 of 03}
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader
Chapter word count: 1.4 K
Summary: It was your first time visiting King's Landing, and you were expecting countless different things from such a journey... But you could never imagine you'd get the Prince's attention.
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Fire Made Flesh
This castle was beautiful, a nice change of view. The smell of salty water, the sound of the waves in the dead of night... But the biggest difference is the atmosphere.
You got here in the evening, so you didn't get the chance to see the place too well before it was lit up by candles alone. But the sensation this place has, that you felt right away. Highgarden was light, easy, and uncomplicated... King's Landing is heavy, full of politics and dangerous people... And given the powerful family that sits on the Iron Throne, it couldn't be any different.
“I'm bored,” Leo speaks from his place walking next to you.
“Shh. Listen and pay attention,” the Septa whispers, and the kid gives you a very annoyed glance.
Leo, in all his five years of life, didn't want to go around the castle listening to historical explanations... Not when him, as do you, already know them all. He sighs, crossing his arms and walking angrily, stomping his feet on the ground.
You feel him. There is a lot you want to see and as guests of the King, you're free to explore the castle. But here you are, escorted by your Septa, listening to the stories she herself told you many times before.
“If you turn to your left, you will see-” The Meister is still speaking when what you predicted happens. Leo bolts off, giggling, running a bit too fast for his tiny legs.
“Leo Tyrell!” The Septa calls, just as your little cousin turns left and disappears.
There are two options. The first is your Septa trying to reach him, which won't ever happen, and the second one, the one you'll take, is yourself going after him and ditching this boring tour. “Don't worry, Septa, I'll bring him back.” You won't.
“By all the gods, go get him.” She exclaims, an apologetic look on her face. “No running!” The woman says just as you start to move.
“Then how am I supposed to find Leo?” You shout back, holding your skirts out of the way as you run through the castle.
Unlike in Highgarden, you have no idea where Leo might be going to. And the kids probably don't either. So you try to hear him, the footsteps, the giggles, and you do, for some time. But then, you have no idea where you're going, so you just look around and try to guess where a very curious boy would want to explore.
...And it doesn't really work. Soon enough, you're outside of the castle, walking through dirty, empty roads surrounding the castle. When you reach the stables, there are a lot of Tyrell men there.
“Sir Patrick.” You call one of your father's men. “What is this about?”
“My Lady.” He bows. “Your cousin Leo was seen leaving the castle on foot. We're going after him.”
That makes your bones freeze. King's Landing is well known for being a lawless city... And a little boy in expensive clothes running around alone... “Saddle my horse.” You say, and when Sir Patrick is about to protest, you raise a hand at him. “Don't. Saddle my horse.”
You're sure Sir Patrick would be right in every single thing he was about to say, but you won't let him speak fear into you. When your white stallion is ready, you pull yourself up, ordering the gates to be open. There's some resistance, but when they move, you rush right through.
King's Landing is a strange place. On your way to the castle, you didn't pay any attention to the place, not as for memorizing the path. So you just move by instinct, looking around, ignoring the people looking at you, a Lady in fine clothing on top of a white war horse, standing out in every possible way.
But you keep moving forward, until you're off the city, galloping up a dirt road, almost empty. When the people are replaced by men in similar clothes, you furrow your eyebrows, wondering where you're going. And if Leo would ever take the same path. “Leo!” You decide to call, going further up, ignoring whatever those men were saying. “Leo!”
It happens fast, so fast you don't even have time to catch your breath. The stone wall to your left ends, and in its place, a massive beast appears. The horse stops suddenly, standing on his hing legs and kicking the air as you struggle to hold on, almost slipping. “Hey, boy. Calm down!” You try to speak to it, but it's useless. The horse doesn't stop kicking, and when your hands lose their grip, you slide to the side. Lucky for you, the horse runs off the moment he's free, and you escape being crushed.
But now, you have bigger problems.
The beast, the dragon, is breathing heavily. Slowly, as slow as you dare, you sit up, raising your head to look at it. It seems agitated too, ignoring the men around it, trying to calm it down. The dragon has its eyes on you, and you know this is how you die. Burned by dragon fire... It'll be a good story to tell, at least. A dragon killed Lady Tyrell, as she looked at it straight in the face.
So, if this is it, you won't look away. Raising your eyes at the beast, magnificent, powerful... You face it, breathing deeply, waiting... It moves closer, lowering its head, and you notice when it breathes in...
“Ȳdra daor, Caraxes.” A voice suddenly speaks, and the dragon stops. The breath that comes out through its nose is only smoke.
Shaking, you turn your head to the right, to the source of the man who saved your life.
“Prince Daemon,” One of the men around the dragon says. “We couldn't stop him. She came out of nowhere with a horse and-”
“Gīda aōla.” He says, and the dragon swifts. Prince Daemon, with his eyes on you, walks over to where you're sitting, extending a hand. “Who are you, girl? And what are you doing here?”
Swallowing hard, you hesitantly take his hand, letting him pull you up gently. “I'm (Y/N) Tyrell... My little cousin he... He ran off, and they said he went into the town and I came after him.” It's hard to speak with his eyes set on you like that. “I'm sorry, your Grace. It wasn't my intention to disturb your dragon. I never came to King's Landing, and I was just trying to find my cousin.”
The Prince smirks, tilting his head to the side a little. “That's very brave of you, even more given this town's reputation.” Then, he gestures at the dragon. “Caraxes would be a quick, merciful death compared to what some people might want to do to you.”
Following the gesture, you look at the dragon. It has his eyes either on you or on Prince Daemon, you can't tell. “I agree, your Grace. Of all the millions of ways to die, dragon fire must be one of the best.”
“I see you find my dragon more interesting than me,” He says, a tone of sadness in his voice.
Blushing, you turn your gaze back at him. “Mm... A little.” You breathe out, embarrassed. “I've only heard of them, and seen some flying by a couple of times when a Targaryen has business near Highgarden... But from this close...”
“Do you wanna get closer?” He offers, and before you can remember any of the lessons you had from the Septa about modesty and prudence, you find yourself nodding.
“I mean... I'm not sure I can, your Grace. I already crossed a line ending up here.”
The Prince smiles again. “I'm offering, am I not?” With that, he takes your hand and pulls you with him towards the dragon. “His name is Caraxes.”
“He's beautiful.” You breathe out, making sure to stay just a little bit behind.
“Issa iā raqiros.” Prince Daemon says as you get even closer and the dragon lowers its head. “Sagon sȳz.”
“What are you saying?”
“To be nice towards you, since you're a friend of mine.” That makes you smile shyly. “Give me your hand.” As so you do. When Caraxes comes lower, Prince Daemon takes your hand and puts it on the dragon.
“He's hot!” You can't help but exclaim, feeling the rough scales under your palm.
“Dragons are-”
“Fire made flesh.” You burst out, then realize what you just did. “Apologies, your Grace.”
But when he looks down at you, he's smiling. “Don't. You're right. Va ñellyrty perzys... Fire made flesh.”
“Va ñellyrty perzys.” You try to repeat, but the old tongue feels odd in your mouth.
“That's good.” The prince says. “And it seems he likes you. I might bring you to visit him more times.”
It gives you hope. Hope of seeing such an amazing creature again... And hopes of being around the Prince a little more. “I'd like that very much, you Grace.”
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