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earenwen-leafwhisper · 7 days

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Hi, today I offer you an nsfw Alphabet on Maegor Targaryen. I searched after an nsfw alphabet on it, but I didn’t find it, so I decided to create one.

Maegor will undoubtedly be a bit oc, but that’s how I like to imagine.

Ps: English is not my mother tongue and I write almost no content nsfw, I let myself go for him.

Ps 2: I would ask minors to not interact or read this, its only for Adult, thank you

Author’s note: Hello, I just corrected the biggest mistakes, in the text, my spell checker did the opposite of his job

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)

If you’re just a new wife, Maegor will get up quickly and leave your room at the end of your lovemaking. But if you managed to be more than that. He will stay, letting you snuggle up on his bare, still wet torso.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.)

On him: it is arms and hands mainly, is a man sculpted by the fights, he is more than proud of himself, and of the way he manages to make you move to position you as he wishes makes him even more proud.

On you: Everything would be a very good choice, but to choose, your hands, more precisely, how your hands grip her hair during the act, and make it groan and moan.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum.)

He likes to cum in you. It’s his favorite right, he wants an heir so much, that the simple idea of enjoying in you makes him mad with desire.

D = Diry secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)

He has a hair kink, posing on him, he will never admit it, but he loves that you grab his hair while he is your pussy.

He would also love to fuck in the dragonpit, whether in a corner or in Balerion nest, he becomes hard to the idea.

He dreams that you give him a bowjob at one of the smallcouncil meetings, without anyone daring to say anything if they discover what is happening.

He’ll never admit it but he loves to eat your pussy

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what tryr're doing?)

With six wives before you, he has a lot of experience. He knows what he is doing, although at first he was only doing his business. With time and feelings. He will do everything he knows to give you pleasure. Even to learn new techniques.

F = Favourite Possition (This goes without saying.)

He love to fuck, so it’s pretty hard for him to pick a position.

But the cowgirl position, he likes it, see you on him, moving to give yourself pleasure, see the movement of your body, your breasts, how your movements become uncontrollable when you let go completely. He’ll never say no to you being on him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the mombt' or are they humorius, etc.)

He is particularly serious, wanting at all costs an heir, he is even the kind to get angry with the least servant who came to disturb you by misfortune.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I like to imagine him with a hairy but not shaggy torso, hid hair beyond the same color as his hair.

As for what is between his legs, it is maintained, not shaved but slightly trimmed.

On you, he has no preference, hairy or not, he will be attracted by you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

He is not the most romantic, but he is more of the type to say softer words, to have more tender gestures when you help him get rid of his tensions, or if you can have children and is pregnant with him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He has six wives plus you (seventh wife or not), if desire is too great, he will go to you to be able to solve the problem, if he finds himself far from one of you, he will solve the problem himself, in his tent, imagining one of your innumerable times together.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink is definitely one of his most dominant kink.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Everywhere, we talk about Maegor after all. He is the king, he can afford anything and he will do everything that goes through his head. On the iron throne? No need to say it twice. In a corner of the castle corridors late at night? He will kill anyone judging you. On Balerion’s back? Oh he’s excited about it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

I may be a little too far but I would say. Everything. Whether it is this cleavage that shows the birth of your breasts, a return from a battle, an argument between you or against a lord or faith.

Your simple vision is make Maegor boiling and not in a bad way, but in desire.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

You are too precious to him, he will not do you anything that could hurt you too much, he has nothing against bdsm.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s more a receiver than a giver, your lips send him to the seventh heaven, but if you can convince him to give you pleasure in return... He’s a hungry man, devouring you with pleasure.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow ans sensual? etc.)

He can be both. But he’s kind of fast and hard paced. Although once he has feelings for you, he will be more likely to have a slower pace.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He lives for it. Even if he prefers to be able to workship you and be workshipped by you, he loves moments of tension, where the risk of being caught in the act by a guard or a servant, even a lord, makes the thing even more exciting.

R = Risk (Are the game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In the first place, he is against, too proud to have to learn new things. But by spending his nights and days with you, he changes his mind little by little, accepting after a torrid negotiation under the duvet.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

2 or 3, depending on his condition, it could even last all night if it came to his mind, you just need not forget to hydrate yourself.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On un partenaire ou themselves?)

He thinks he doesn’t need it, too proud of what he’s got between his legs, but he’s not against using a few ropes on you

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you, whether by his looks, his voice on he knows the effect it makes you, or by touche, he likes to see your look change, the position of your body, the fact that the more time passes, the more you seek contact with his body and the more it pleases him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He has a deep groan and moan, which make you shudder every time you fuck.

W = Wild card (Get a randol headcanon for the character of your choice)

When he comes back from a training with his knights, he likes that you wash him when he is in his bath, that your caresses are just chaste or more sensual, he loves when you caress his torso and the lower abdomen, that you tease him, leaving small kiss, on his neck, his initially calm breathing which slowly becomes faster and deeper, full of expectation and anticipation.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It's proportional, he's a tall and muscular man. He has veins quite pronounced, especially one that starts from his balls at the base of his glans

So he’s big, and long but not too much, it fills you perfectly.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's a beast of sex, it can last a whole night, in various positions, you are very often the first exhausted.

Z = ZZZ (… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

At the beginning of your relationship, he left your room and went about his business or to sleep in his room, but the day you asked him to stay close to you, he was surprised, and without saying a word returned to bed.

Maegor is not the type to fall asleep directly after the act. But it can happen to him to fall asleep if it was particularly fiery.

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 2 months

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Not Wanted part 3

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x chubby fem reader

Summary: What a surprise it was to run into Daemon in this tavern.

Trigger warning: English is not my mother tongue, I am sorry if mistakes are going through my correction, I will correct them.

Author’s note: Y/s/n = Your servant name

Y/f/n = your father name

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There he was, siting. You were face to face. Your heart throbbed, your blood pouring into your whole body. Your breath seemed to be trapped in your lungs and throat. Daemon was looking at you with a sweet smirk on his lips. He could see your reaction, but he couldn’t see your internal reaction.

Inside you, your mind ran in all directions, you never could have imagined seeing it, here, in this tavern, even less during the day. What was he doing there? You were trying to stay calm, keep your breath down.

He was the first to answer

"Keep my mouth?"

The tone of his voice was not harsh or angry, but rather amused. His voice seemed hypnotized to you, the environment around you no longer existed. Until this bubble burst at your realization. But what happens to me?

"Yes, it is not very courteous to speak like that."

"It is not a proper place for a lady, especially without a knight on her side." He smirk, but the tone of her voice was most serious.

He hit the nail

"I am not alone."

He looked at your maid, his smirk grown bigger, a small laugh, out of his mouth, he shook his head gently spanking his long silver hair.

"A servant will not serve you against bandits. Unless you are an expert in handling fabrics and needles."

Even if you were to contradict him, he was right, she would be as helpless as you in the event of a bandit attack. You sighed softly, but did not lower your eyes.

All of a sudden, you were worried if your dad found out you were sneaking out, although for your dad you were a jerk, disobeying him was going to lead to the beating you didn’t want to imagine. You shivered despite the heat of the tavern.

"Will you bring it back?"

Daemon watched your body language, your pupils widen, the fact that you curl slightly. You looked like an animal who was hunter and in front of an imminent and not visible danger. Time seemed to have become slow, so slow that it seemed to have stopped.

"No, I see no interest, or benefit."

Daemon was serious, his voice more posed and less playful, he smiled more mockingly. You let go of the breath you were holding, the tension of your whole body dissipated, you felt relieved although a slight fear, although reduced, remained in the depths of your mind.

Your servant could see the tension that had settled, slowly fades, to help, she made the decision to change conversation and focus on you and ordering your meal.

"Oh that’s right... "

You think for a few seconds asking for a dish that contained what you enjoyed eating and that could please your servant, throwing a glance at her, to confirm if she was willing to eat it. She nodded. You commanded for two people, be it for food and drink.

When the employer went away with your order, a silence settled at the table, this silence was only a silence of voices, because music came from the opposite side of the tavern. When you looked in the direction where the music was coming from, you could see Daemon, who was wearing the hood of his cape on his head, preventing the people behind him from seeing his silver hair, you were taken aback, he was alone in this tavern, at least seemed to be alone. For a prince, you thought that he would at least be accompanied by a knight not necessarily in bodyguard but at least in reinforcement if the prince was attacked. Perhaps his reinforcements were in the tavern also incognito. Although it seemed more likely that the prince came alone, hence the placement of his hood on his head.

You didn’t want to keep your eyes on him to avoid being seen as an insistent person or one of the young women who is desperately looking for a man. So yes you found him more than charming, but no you did not want to pass for crazy.

In the distance, from the oak counter, an employee differs from the one who took your order, walked zigzagging between the tables, arriving at yours. He brought a jug and a goblet in a gesture, he laid it all before Daemon. When the prince poured the contents of the jug you could see wine coming out, raising an eyebrow you could contain your reflection.

Daemon looked at you and smiled in the corner, almost amused by your reflection. He let out a small mocking laugh. If the prince seemed to take your words well, your servant had become tense, giving you alert looks, trying to make you understand that you had to apologize for your words. You cast an inquiring glance at her, you did not see the evil in your words, a small battle of glance began, you were both winning and losing, for not apologizing, she did it in your place.

"Wine that looks like dog urine, but not enough to drink?"

"I am sorry, my prince, for my mistress’s behavior and word." She bowed her head in respect.

"You can just as well shout." You looked harshly at your servant, your whispered words directed at her." Don’t forget that we can’t get caught."

It is true that you had been dry and direct, but you refused to be punished on your return and even more so that your return would be faster if one of the knights of your house were in this tavern and recognized you. You were never harsh towards your servant, she was the closest person to a friend than anyone else in your home. You’ll talk to him later.

"Oh yes... the rumors." It was Daemon.

"What rumors?" His words questioned you.

"The ones that say you’d be mistreated by your alcoholic father."

Daemon had hit home. You avoided wincing at his words. Your father was finally more famous than you could have imagined, if even a Targaryen had heard the rumors.

The prince drank a sip of his wine before continuing to speak.

"An alcoholic asshole, I’m surprised to see you here, not under his yoke."

"If I don’t start living now, I’ll never do it. Not once marry the man he chooses." You sigh.

This interested Daemon, a lady tired of being the kind second child, envious of freedom. Oh how much could he understand you, much more than anyone else, but unlike you, the fact that he was a man prevented him from getting in trouble, you could live as a woman.

Your servant was watching what was happening, nervous, hoping that once the dishes were brought, you would eat before leaving for the camp before the end of the game of the day. It was without counting on Daemon’s growing interest in you and your desire to escape.

If at the arrival of the dishes, the discussion ended as desired Y/s/n the continuation was quite different.

Daemon came out of the tavern first, long before you finished eating, he had not said a word, you were disappointed, but did not dare to say anything. At the end of your meal, you took out a small purse where some gold and silver coins were stored and you paid.

Coming out of the tavern in your turn, the sun had slightly dazzled you, you took a few seconds before your eyes adapt to the brightness.

The street was crowded with people, Y/s/n wrapped his arm around the hold so as not to lose you. You walked towards the main street, taking the time to look at the clothes of the people, the dresses were not in the style of your region, they were much simpler, the pomp of the nobles, gave them quite a charm. What the sun’s rays seemed to bring out.

During a blockade in the street, where several people seemed to fight for something and had ended up blocking the street because of the crowd of spectators observing the situation. In the distance you could hear the cries of the people, then suddenly the cries were less until a crowd movement. Your heart and your breath began to accelerate. The cries had given way to a fight that was becoming widespread. The tinsel of armor was heard in less than two minutes. As you were about to be hit by a city guard, someone grabbed you by your free arm, made you step back, and stumbled on your steps.

A hand came over your mouth, you looked around as much as you could. The back of your head was against a person’s chest/shoulder, you could feel the movement of the person’s breath, even feel the person’s breath against your cheek. Your gaze crossed Y/s/n, his gaze reflected his fear and growing panic. You could feel the blood pulsating in your temples, to the frenetic rhythm of your heart, a cold sweat running along your back.

By trying to calm down, you could focus on the smell of the person holding you. It was a mixture of leather, grass from a bath, and burning coal, as well as a small smell of wine when the man began to speak your ear.

"A young woman inclined to freedom, but not to her own safety."

You recognized that voice, though you only heard it a few times. That voice... heard less than an hour before. A voice you wanted him to continue to speak to you. Some silver streak only confirmed your intuition. He released your mouth when he felt you relax.

"Prince Daemon? ..."

You turned in his direction, surprised, your pride shouted at you to answer him in a scathing way, but your spirit told you to be posed, while your heart howled incoherent things.

"Fair lady, this city can be dangerous, not as dangerous as King’s Lading but feel no doubt much more than your city."

But he was not wrong, this crowd movement, was nothing compared to an attack of bandits. Whatever you were in the middle of the day, in a street full of people, where the guards reacted quickly, rare were the attacks of bandits in such conditions.

"Thank you... for stopping us from being pushed by the guards." You had to admit, you’d rather be shot at the prince than pushed by guards.

Daemon smiles in the corner, seeing you thank him, your look avoiding him. He had interviewed your eyes in the tavern, and now that you were avoiding him, he had made it his mission to make you look at him.

"Have you visited the whole city?"

"No..." You didn’t have time to answer him.

"No, we must return to the encampment as soon as possible, before Lord Y/f/n returns, and discovers that we are not present."

Your servant had cut you off, you were irritating, you knew your father, with the day of the game, he would come home late at night and completely drunk, which means that he would not notice, your absence, even Sir Percival, was not at your bedside, Your father had ordered him to stay with him, thinking that you would stay in your tent. Sir Percival would not see your disappearance until your father was asleep in his tent.

Daemon looked at your servant, she bored her to the highest point. Her black eyes, made her shut up and looked towards the ground. If she was familiar with your kindness, she would not suffer the wrath of a prince, a Targaryen prince in addition.

Your side of the was measuring the pros and cons, to know if you stayed to go around the city with the prince, if he agreed, or you would come back now and reduce your chances of future boredom, due to your little escapade.

For:

"You discovered the city and were not locked up in your tent."

-Chances of spending the afternoon with Daemon.

-If you were with him, the opportunity to ask him questions.

"If the prince liked you, it would reduce the chances of your father correcting you."

Against:

"Your father’s reaction if he finds you missing."

-Be in your tent until the games are over.

-To be forced to marry a horrible stranger... Oh yes it is true, it was already the case, feel your exit quietly.

-Let your father learn of your sneaking out with Daemon, who already has his reputation and a nickname that was given to him in the victory of 'Rogue Prince'

Whether for or against, they were at the same numbers, in any case those you had in mind at that time.

Might as well live fully, no? But in safety. If Daemon asked you to visit the city by his side, you agreed. But if you were alone with Y/s/n, you would go back with her to the camp, putting an end to this escapade.

"So? Have you visited the city?"

"Not all of it, just the big streets."

"Are there places you would like to visit? Like the alleys where jugglers play or street theatre?"

"It sounds interesting, only... I wouldn’t mind a guide." You were hoping he understood your undertone and agreed to go with you.

"I happen to know the perfect guide." He smirk.

"Oh, who is he?"

"Me."

Your heart which had calmed down again to beat ka chamade, at the moment you thought you had misunderstood, that your imagination had played a trick on you, but by looking at him, in an interrogation way, his mocking smile. He offered you to be your guide, your blood poured into your body, a heat invaded it. You smiled softly and looked Y/s/n which was on the edge of panic. If you could calm her down, she would accompany you, she would even become a witness if anything should happen and turn against you.

With a glance from you, encouraging, she agreed to follow you, you will talk about it later, once enter your tent and without witnesses.

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The sky was overcrowded with heavy clouds, the wind had risen slightly, a smell of rain was beginning to spread in the air.

In the city, only the people living there and not merchant had taken refuge in their cottages, the (entertainers) continued to entertain the passers-by, the different musics play by the small troupes of artists animated each street and alleys. In one of the alleys, a play was played. This one traced with "certainty" the loves and counted with confidence the number of conquest of the Lord Baratheon.

"Certainty?... There must be only half the bastards begotten."

Daemon had spoken in your ear, the sound of his voice and his breath against your cheek and neck, gave you shivers in the back, not of horror but earlier of anticipation.

"Are Lord Baratheon’s out-of-wedlock adventures so well known?" You were watching Daemon surprise and disillusionment.

"For the common people and some nobles apparently." Daemon shrugged.

Applause came out of your discussion. The audience applauds the final scene where Lord Baratheon, at least his actor, had collapsed on the alcoholic floor under the gaze of his mistresses.

“If it was one of the best shows in the city, I can’t imagine the others.” Daemon chuckled and shook his head.

"Maybe the other theatres offer shows more to your liking?"

“I highly doubt it.”

"Why not try? At least you won’t have any regrets."

Daemon shook his head again, if he were not intrigued by you, he would have refused. But at the thought of spending more time with you. He was ready to undergo the endless staging that included the theatres of the city, fortunately for him, almost all were filled by the people and were inaccessible.

Daemon had left his hood on his head so as not to be recognized. You were often at the back of the crowd, avoiding contact with other spectators. Y/s/n was nervous and on high alert, all your opposite. You forgot your troubles, live the present moment.

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It is only when the sun sets that you return to the camp. Once inside, Daemon removed his hood releasing his silver hair, the sun gave golden hues to his hair. You watched him from the corner of your eye, an almost mystical charm emanated from him.

Servants and knights, staying in the camp looked in your direction, many were people who did not pay attention, too busy with their own concerns. Others wondered why the prince came back with you. (Mainly the people of small noble houses of the lords wanted to marry their sons)

At the time you didn’t care, until you left the prince, your little bubble, deflated without bursting. For when they entered your tent, some of your servants present, looked at you surprised and panicked, they had searched throughout the camp without finding you and had feared that you had fled or worse had been kidnapped. If you had come home later, by nightfall they should have warned your father of your disappearance. You were sorry to have frightened them and told them, but deep down, you did not regret anything, this simple moment with Prince Targaryen you allowed to change your mind, to see a side of life that you did not know, you finally felt free. Free of this tent, free of your castle, free of your father and your family’s judgments. You had finally lived part of your life.

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On his return your father had not even seen your change in your behavior, your look in the wave, how you only half listened to what he told you while being drunk. You even smiled a little, something strange coming from you, because you usually remained closed on you when he was there. You were on your little cloud, remembering the reflections of light in Daemon’s hair, or the smell that emanated from him when you were sitting next to him. To his giggling when he mocked a stage and actors at shows. To his breath against your skin when he pulled you out of the crowd. Even if it was only one exit, the prince had managed to capture your mind much more than you could have imagined.

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The next morning, you had prepared, not for another getaway but for the new games of the day, the Béhourd tournament was about to begin and your father wanted you to be there to show you to a lord. You were bubbling with resentment that you were riding like a fairground beast. Your father left at first, letting you grind your teeth.

As you left your tent, your gaze met that of a certain prince. He walked in the direction of the games, when he turned his head in my direction of the heavy sound of the movement of the fabrics which composed the entrance of your tent.

When Daemon saw you, he smiled in the corner, not with mockery but because it was pleasant for him to see you. In no time you walked side by side, your servant followed you, Ser Percival followed you by his side, his gaze was suspicious, you spoke so easily with the prince, that it was not normal for two people who had just met.

Along the way towards the duel field, your conversation with Daemon continued, you smiled much more than usual, even he smiled at you gently and not with his mocking smile. All along the way, you stayed too close, more than courtesy allowed. When you split up, Daemon took your hand and put a chaste fuck in it. You felt a heat rising in you, the same heat you had felt the day before, not of embarrassment (of Shame), but a pleasant warmth, of anticipation of the present moment.

“Good game, my lady.”

“Good game, Prince Daemon.”

Ser Percival was about to faint, he knew very well the rumors about the prince who was more than once named Rogue Prince, in discussions between knights of different noble houses.

He wondered about the events of the day before, he was not at your side and was afraid of what might have happened. He hoped the prince would not do this just to pass the time or to have a new nobleman to add to his conquests for the abandoned once tired of her.

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The duels took place in the middle of the city, Lord Baratheon wanted everyone to be able to observe the duels, several of his own knights were going to fight and he wanted the greatest number to watch their victories.

People had settled on the floors of the houses to look, people could attend the fight although they were not in contact with the nobles, the most guard arena was placed in the center of the city, large bleachers had been erected as well as barriers, to limit access to the place.

As for the archery tournament, you were at your closest, your father sitting several rows behind you, but he had sat at the side of a lord, at the pace, not very neat. Y/s/s was always to be rated, but a young man, younger than the prince, with a dubious smell sat on your other side. He was more passionate about his wine cup and fighting than the people around him. If you were about to vomit, another person was bubbling.

Daemon was seated in the gallery in front of yours, his hard and ardent gaze towards you, he could see how hard you were trying to get away from the lousy one who was shouting in the direction of the fights overthrow of his wine all around him. The fights bore Daemon, but what he saw in the stands opposite him was bubbling, your father a few rows above you, looked like a drunken and unscrupulous merchant. The screaming spectators, the clash of armor and weapons, did nothing to him, he heard nothing, just his blood bubbling in his temples.

'My prince? ...' He was a servant, carrying a pitcher of wine.

“What?” It wasn’t time to bother him.

'Do you want more wine?' The servant, who had startled at the sound of Daemon’s voice, trembled.

“No.”

Daemon was not in the mood to drink wine, nor to talk to anyone. As soon as this tournament of Béhourd was finished, it would go in your direction. He was preparing a way out, to get you out of the mess your father decided to put you through.

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When the sun reached its zenith, the game was over, you felt the wine you had not drunk, your dress was stained and this stranger followed you out of the bleachers. He made you uncomfortable, you looked around, behind you, your father was talking to the same lord at the beginning of the day. Until from the corner of your eye you saw silver hair moving in your direction. This silver hair moved very quickly, creating a crowd movement. In less than two minutes, Daemon was standing in front of you. He stood straight, a menacing look towards the gougea who was next to you.

“My lady seem to be disturbed by some ‘dirty’ boy?”

Daemon’s gaze towards the young man was murderous, he needed more than flames out of his mouth to make him look like a dragon. Ser Percival stood between you.

“You’d better get away from Ser.” The tone of his voice became increasingly threatening.

Y/s/n little reassured squeezed your arm.

“It’s nothing, Percival.”

The knight turned to look uncertain.

'The prince must have seen what it is to pass in the stands and the state of my dress.' You smiled softly to try to calm the situation.

“What’s going on?” Your father had just arrived and was looking at you with boredom.

“Go back to your tent to change, have you seen how you present yourself in the presence of a prince?”

“If that bastard hadn’t splashed his wine!”

“This bastard is her fiancé!” The lord, father of the gougea, was caught in his pride.

This sentence, dropped a stone on you, you quickly looked at your father, who although drunk had a hard look, you then looked at himself as a “fiancé” that even several poor had more pace, a wind of dread had just crossed you, it is the panicked look, You looked at the prince, lost.

Daemon saw him with your change of expression and the positioning of your back, which reminded him of that of a condemned man. He finds himself bubbling even more rage. Oh he was going to make the lord regret the idea of making you marry his son, your father was going to regret how he treated you.

Because for Daemon, you were his and his alone.

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