Prince Hidden in the Sands

As I said in the last chapter this is the second half of what it was meant to be. The reason I decided to break it up is because for one I was struggling with the first part of this chapter. But now that I posted what I had it made things a bit easier.

News for the people who enjoy this story, I am not sorry to say that this is the last chapter I'll be writing for Prince Hidden in the Sands. I've been told by a few people that I'm not liked in the community, so I've decided to just finish this chapter and get it over with. So this is a goodbye and if you want to take this story, go right the fuck ahead.

With that enjoy the chapter.

Norvos

Daemon looked at the woman before him as they danced to the tone playing. Today will be the last day he and those who came with him will be in the City of Bells, and because of that the lady of the house, Lady Mellario, decided to throw a party in their honour.

Which led to the here and now, his betrothed before him and a dragon on his shoulder. On the topic of the Dragons Daemon was amazed at the speed they grew. In a week they've grown to the point where they could begin flying and breathing fire. He also could say that Veraxes, said dragon was the largest of the three with Elixia coming in a close second, was a bit heavy on his shoulder. The prince also believes that by the time they reach Dorne, the beasts could be the size of a large hound.

"Can you look at least pay a bit more attention to me, Dae?" The voice before him spoke, bringing him back from his thoughts. Blinking his amethyst eyes, he looked into the brown of Arianne's. "There we go. Your eyes are back to normal."

In response, he rolled his eyes with a small smile and when it came time he gave her a twirl to the music. When Arianne returned to his arms, Daemon asked. "If you don't mind me asking, are you returning to Dorne with us?"

The princess took her time to respond but when it came it was in the form of a nod. "Yes, I will." Was all she said as the two continued their dance. "Can I say you are looking very handsome today, Betrothed?"

Daemon snorted, rolling his eyes. "Aren't I every day?" His eyes fell on her and found her large eyes wide. "Oh yes. I might not be your uncle's child but I was still raised by him, Princess. The thing is I can hide those traits." He said, and it was followed by a quiet roar on his shoulder.

Arianne looked at the dragon on his shoulders and released a chuckle. "Well my prince, you can colour me shocked. When I first saw you, not once did I think you might have gained some traits from Uncle Oberyn. But to hear that you do… is surprising, to say the least, and if you don't mind me asking. What traits are those?" Brown eyes looked into amethyst eyes as she asked.

"Well to start us off, I have an unfathomable lust for women, even at my young age of 13," Daemon said as his eyes moved up and down the Dornish Princess's figure. "I can also be quite fierce and unpredictable."

He watched as Arianne raised a brow and as a grin appeared. "You say that but you are still a virgin from what Tyene and Nymeria have told me." Her desired response came as expected as Daemon blushed. He then watched as she leaned in and whispered. "I can help you lose it when we are at sea, if you want to, that is my Prince."

Daemon felt his face blow up with heat, and he went to answer but was stopped when he saw Ser Arthur making his way to him, swerving through the mass of people between Daemon and himself. Once the Kingsguard made it he leaned in and whispered. "I'm sorry for disturbing you, my prince, but we have some guests from Westeros wishing to meet you."

Hearing this made amethyst eyes widen as he looked into his knight's purple eyes. "You serious?" The man nodded, making Daemon curse under his breath. Looking at his betrothed he said. "I have to go and deal with something. So if you'll excuse me, I'll see you either on the ship or sooner."

With a nod from Arianne, Daemon left the hall with Veraxes still on his shoulder, and the Kingsguard following shortly behind him. Once they left the room, the prince held out a hand and in a span of a few seconds the weight of a sword. Strapping it to his belt, Daemon entered a room filled with lords.

At his entrance, all eyes flew to him and all those eyes grew at the sight of the gray and blue dragon. "By the Seven!" A man with moonstones around his neck, wrist and fingers. "It's true… they've returned!"

Amethyst eyes glared at the man, which entailed a roar from Veraxes and the man stepped back in what the hidden prince can only presume was fear. "Why are you all here?" Was all Daemon said as the other lords regained control of their surprise.

"With your permission, my Prince." A man wearing sea-green silks spoke up. "You are the son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lady Lyanna Stark?" In response, the hidden prince glowered at the man, obviously not liking where this was going. Even though the man got his answer, and with one bow he spoke. "Then I, Lord Monford Velaryon, swear fealty to you, King Daemon."

With those words the others followed, the first being the plump boy wearing purple velvet that was trimmed with a white seal, and revealed himself to be the young Lord Duram Bar Emmon. The next was the lord from earlier who was Lord Guncer Sunglass. The second last to introduce himself wasn't a lord but the heir, the son of Ardrian Celtigar the Red Crab, Adrain Celtigar. Last but not least was a handsome man with golden blonde hair and grey-green eyes, who introduced himself as Aurane Waters, Bastard brother of the earlier Monford Velaryon.

Watching as this happened Daemon couldn't help but groan in annoyance, rubbing his eyes before speaking. "I appreciate that you took your time to come." He said opening them to find their eyes on him. "But I have no desire for the throne. You should be pledging to Rhaenys Targaryen, the firstborn child of my father and Elia Martell."

Lord Sunglass released a gasp that Daemon knew was shock. "The Princess lives…the Father is Just." The Moonstone covered man said, and to the Prince, he found the man pathetic.

"I beg your pardon, your grace." The plump boy said as he got to his feet, and when he did Daemon guessed the boy was about his age. "I may be young but you are the rightful king. If the rumours we have heard are true it was you who awoke the dragons." He snorted at that, something that gained the attention of the other lords. "But you also wield 'His' sword, but not only the sword of the Conqueror but the Kings who came after him."

Daemon looked into the young lord's eyes and felt the honesty in them. "I do not wish or seek to be King, and I wasn't the one who found them like that… It was Rhaenys." His eyes twitched when he heard the very faithful man praise another one of his pathetic gods. "The reason why I wield Blackfyre is that it's what my father and mother gifted me before I was born, and if my sister was able to live, so is Aegon. So if he is indeed alive and wants the throne I'll give it to him."

After saying that Daemon watched as the Westerosi Lords looked between each other, this made the prince raise a brow in curiosity and suspicion. What could have happened in Westeros that could bring this reaction to the lords of the continent?

The oldest of the lords then spoke. "Your Grace… have you been given news of what's going on in Westeros?" Adrain Celtigar asked as he stepped forward. Daemon shook his head, looking over to Arthur who shrugged. "A few moons ago former Warden of the North Eddard Stark, broke his oath to the Throne and declared himself King of the North, and with his rebellion came Dorne." The dark-haired man said and Daemon watched as the others nodded confirming what the heir said. "However, that was all your grace. When peace was being made with the North and the Crown, the Golden Company attacked and conquered Storm's End, and from what the scrolls have said that it was Aegon Targaryen who commanded the attack."

Hearing this shocked Daemon as he looked at his sworn knight and saw that he held the same reaction as him. The Prince looked back to the Lords and spoke. "Thank you for informing me of these developments. However, I already knew about the North and Dorne's rebelling. Both my Uncles Ned and Doran told me that they'd rebel against the Stags and Lions." They bowed their heads in understanding. "Before you all go may I ask how you gained knowledge of my existence?" When saying this Daemon narrowed his eyes and spoke with a cold voice.

The Velaryon Lord answered as he stepped forward, purple eyes looking into amethyst ones. "Months ago, before the whole conflict began in Westeros, Prince Doran sent a messenger to us and other families who remained loyal to House Targaryen and told us to pledge to you."

Daemon nodded, cursing the man for what was pushing him to do. Not only did Doran let his existence be known he has pushed the prince to fight for the Throne he doesn't want, and he went behind his back. "Thank you Lord Velaryon for telling me, and should I be expecting any more Lords to visit?" The response was shakes of heads or shrugs. "Well if that is all you may all leave, and may I suggest you all go to Storm's End."

They all nodded and slowly made their way to leave a few of them grabbing their weapons before they left, and one such weapon was an axe that's blade rippled, signifying that it was Valyrian steel, and to no surprise, it was Heir Adrian Celtigar who wielded it. But not all left staying behind we're the Velaryon brothers.

"How can I help you Aurane, Lord Monford?" Daemon asked as his amethyst eyes looked to the light purple eyes of his fellow Valyrian descendent.

The man step forward and answered. "If it's okay with you, Your Grace, I will be leaving my brother behind in hopes that he can be of help to you. But I was also hoping that when you come to sit the throne, you can name him your Master of Ships on your Small Council."

The prince that was forced to accept the title of King looked between the 2 men and after a few seconds, he nodded with a shrug. "I see nothing wrong with the idea. Our families have always been strong allies and that title was once thought to be hereditary to your family. I also see no faults in why Aurane can't join me, but he must understand that he will be riding with 3 dragons." Both Velaryons smiled at his words and quickly followed it with a bow.

With that the 2 made to leave, leaving only Daemon and a smiling Arthur Dayne. The room was filled with silence as the Targaryen made new plans, for all of his older ones were ruined by Prince Doran who forced his hand. Turning to the Sword of the Morning he ordered. "We are leaving immediately. Inform Oberyn of this development and recall Ser Oswell." Arthur bowed to his king, having his orders. "I'll inform Rhae and the others of the news." Arthur bowed and both left to do their own thing as Daemon went his way, an image of a beautiful curvy woman came to mind with her 2 massive dragons.

Pentos(Very Fucking Short)

Dreams so realistic that she confused them with real life. These dreams were filled with images of countless things such as fields filled with dead and dying people and the cause of it was both fire and ice, and as Daenerys looked at the people, she felt nothing for their pain. Nothing at all, as if she didn't care they were suffering, and deep inside of her she felt joy at their pain.

Another image, one that had been showing up more recently was that of a sea of sand, and fields of horses. Looking at this made the princess feel happiness and joy. However that would quickly change as in the middle of the sea of sand, an unlit bond fire appeared and inside of it had two bodies, but the one that took her attention was that of a small child with a stump, small leathery wings, and lastly, it's mocha skin was covered in scales.

The dream the former Princess was currently seeing was of a man, one who wore a crown of valyrian steel with 10 square-cut rubies. This mysterious figure also wielded the Conqueror's sword, however above him was a large dragon with scales of bronze, and beside him was a large wolf with white fur and blood-red eyes.

Opening her eyes, Daenerys found the familiar sight of steam and fog. Sitting up, the water flowed around her and once again engulfed her in its welcoming warmth, a warmth that anyone but her would scream in pain at how hot it was. Standing up she made to leave, grabbing a robe to cover her nakedness, and as she did she thought about the dreams she had, and what they could mean.

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