Author's Note: thank you everyone for the wonderful feedback, as well as for following/favoriting this story! I wasn't sure if many people would read it because the House of the Dragon series is so new, but it's wonderful to have you all along for the ride! Now that we've established some ground and foundation for where the story can go with the first four episodes, I have a TON of ideas for what's to come. I have a pretty solid plan in mind for how things will turn out, but nothing is certain when it comes to the series and how it might affect what I have planned. Either way, I think I'll be splitting each episode of the show into three chapters from here on out. There's so much to cover, especially as my own storyline evolves. But until then enjoy the chapter and happy reading!
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THE DRAGON & THE ROSE - EPISODE FOUR/PART ONE
Elaena felt as if she ruled the world; her heart filled with pride, victory, and love. Her whole body stood tall as she walked side by side with Daemon through the Red Keep, feeling as if nothing in this world could possibly bring her down. The crown atop her head was heavy, but she didn't mind the weight of it if it meant she could feel like this forever. She knew that the King and everyone else on the small council would be furious with her for leaving without notice, for putting herself in harm's way, and for returning crowned at Daemon's side... but she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was the man she stood with.
She turned to look at him as they walked, admiring his recently cut hair and the crown that rested atop it. Feeling her look at him, he returned the same gaze, his eyes afire as he stared at her. Ever since their night together at the camp, she hadn't wanted to leave his side for anything, and she knew he felt the same way. Without arrising too much attention from Corlys and his army before they made their way to King's Landing, the two found every moment they could in between that night and now to be with each other, to explore every inch of the other's body and soul. But now that they were back at court they would have to be even more discrete. She turned her gaze forward again as a guard opened the door to the throne room, holding her head as high as it could be.
The room was filled with every Lord and Lady of the court as they entered, the silent halls now echoing with hushed whispers at their arrival. Elaena could see the King's face fall into anger as the two walked in, his face eyeing the crowns that rested on their heads. Both Daemon and Elaena kept moving forward through the sea of shocked faces, keeping their eyes forward on the King. She only glanced to the side once to see Rhaenyra with a small smirk on her face. It took everything in Elaena not to return it, for she knew she had to tread carefully.
Not expecting this, Viserys didn't look angry at all, rather he wore a tired face as if he was too tired to keep up with everything. As her and Daemon approached before the steps of the Iron Throne, the kingsguard around them withdrew their swords. Elaena immediately stopped, watching as Daemon continued until the tip of the blade poked into his chest. Elaena stood silently as Daemon lifted up the Crabfeeder's sword, then dropped it at all of their feet, the sound of it clattering on the ground echoed in the speechless room.
"Add it to the chair," he said, taking a step back.
"You wear crowns," Viserys responded. Elaena watched as the King analyzed each of them, his eyes resting on hers. He gave a small notion for the Kingsguard to drop their own swords, to which they each stepped away from Elaena. Elaena took a few steps forward, standing directly next to Daemon. "Do you also call yourself King and Queen? Partners in ruling together?"
"No, cousin," Elaena responded, her voice strong and resolute. She could tell that him and everyone else in the room saw this as them being together, as if they were married. She knew it was shocking to them, scandalous even. "That's not quite the whole truth."
"Once we smashed the Triarchy, they named me King of the Narrow Sea," Daemon said, a small smile on his lips. "And Elaena Queen of the Stepstones for her aid in winning the final battle."
The people of the crowd resumed their murmuring. Viserys took a step down the stairs, coming closer to them as Elaena continued, "But we know there is only one true King, Your Grace."
Both and Elaena and Daemon knelt to the floor, staying there as they bowed before their King. Their heads remained bowed down as well as they waited for him to approach them, each of them pulling their crowns off.
"Our crowns are yours, brother," Daemon said, extending it forward.
Elaena did the same, holding the tiara made of bones in hand for her cousin. They looked up to Viserys, only to see him slightly smiling, looking behind them at the door for the other leader of the army that won against the Crabfeeder, "Where is Lord Corlys? Should he not have been crowned as well?"
"Once we reached the isle of Dragonstone we split ways. Prince Daemon and I returned immediately to King's Landing through Blackwater Bay. Lord Corlys sailed to Driftmark to collect the rest of his family for me and Lucery's wedding. He should be here within the next day or so," Elaena responded smartly, knowing that this small comment would help to put the King at ease about her leaving for Daemon.
"So who holds the Stepstones?" Viserys asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. Despite him ignoring her comment to ask another question, Elaena could tell what she said pleased him.
"The tides..." Daemon smiled, keeping his arm with the crown extended out before him. "...the crabs, and 2,000 dead Triarchy corsairs staked to the sand to warn all those who follow."
As the King got even closer to them, stabbing the ground with his large sword, Elaena could see Lord Hightower from the corner of her eye. He was looking at her menacingly while the King took the crown from her, then Daemon's. She could tell that everything he had hoped for in her leaving was for naught, for she came back alive, and so did Daemon. The Dragon and The Rose were deep thorns in The Hand's side, unable to be plucked. After Viserys handed his guards each of their crowns, he told them to rise. He first embraced Daemon in a hug, his hand slapping his brother's back with approval and gratitude. The court began to clap as he turned to Elaena, hugging her gently. When she pulled away, he left his hand on her cheek, examining her face.
"Thank you for bringing yourself back safe, as well as my brother," he said softly, so that only she could hear.
"Of course, cousin," Elaena whispered, smiling at him triumphantly.
"The realm owes you both a great debt," Viserys said louder, appreciation in his eyes. He put a hand on his brother's back and then held out the other for Elaena to take, effectively barricading himself between them, "Come, we still have much to discuss."
Daemon and Elaena glanced at each other as they followed King Viserys to the small council chambers, giving each other a look of solidarity as they headed into the dragon's lair. So far, everything had been going as planned, but this was all in the court's eye. She didn't know what his reaction may be to everything once the three of them were behind closed doors. While she had agreed to a marriage alliance with the Velaryons, Viserys had to know deep down that she was still in love with his brother. It was her job now to convince him that she wasn't.
She had been practicing for this confrontation for months as they sailed from the Stepstones to King's Landing, practicing what she was going to tell the King to keep herself and Daemon out of trouble. She was prepared in every way, knowing each and every calculated word that needed to leave her mouth as she walked into the small council chambers.
Once the King was seated, everyone else followed suit. Elaena looked around the table at the small council and ended on the Hand, who had a smug smile on his lips. She knew that he was enjoying this with every inch of his being, but she also knew he was about to have to defend himself tooth and nail against what she had to say.
King Viserys sighed a little, rubbing the skin around his temples as he thought. "So let's begin with why you left in the first place, Elaena. Let's just start there."
"Alright," Elaena said confidently, turning from the Hand to her cousin. "I was in the Hand's office that morning, looking through his papers when I found a scroll that said Prince Daemon was in trouble...that he was about to walk into a battle he wouldn't survive."
"Why were you in Lord Hightower's office?" Viserys asked, looking completely baffled. He knew his cousin had a special touch for flair and trouble-making, but this was an all new level to him. "What posessed you to read his private scrolls?"
"You saw me the night of the attack three years ago, Your Grace," Elaena said seriously, her voice grave as she spoke. "You saw the blood and bruises on my body."
The whole council sat silently as they listened, remembering that terrible night. From the corner of her eye Elaena saw Daemon's hand grip the arm of his chair so tight that his knuckles turned white, but she continued.
"If not for Ser Cley, I would have been raped and murdered that night. Thank the gods that he was there to protect me from the vile man who attacked me," she continued, breathing out deeply as she looked to the Hand. His face was flat, fear and worry flashing in his eyes as she spoke. "I knew Lynara was behind it for I was there when she called on the attack, but I also knew that a member of the Kingsguard was someone to be trusted with my safety and my life. So I was startled to see that he so easily listened to her, that he so easily accepted her order to violate and kill someone he vowed on his life to protect. I began to think His Lord Hand might have also had something to do with it as well, that he and Lynara had perhaps acted together in this treason."
"This is ludicrous-" Lord Hightower spat hotly, turning to Viserys to plead him to see reason.
"I agree. Where are you going with this, Princess?" The maester asked angrily, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Make your point clear, cousin," Viserys warned, everyone on edge as she continued.
"I'm only telling you this to explain that that's why I was in his office that morning," she said plainly, looking to Viserys. He turned his gaze to the Hand, who was sitting and seething in his chair. "I was looking for proof that I was right, but I didn't find anything. I know now that I was wrong, that it was Lynara alone who did what she did to me. In my pain and grief I looked for someone to blame that was already before me, that hadn't escaped me like she had. I know now that was wrong of me to do."
She could see the Hand's visceral reaction of relief when she said this, but his face took a different kind of concern almost immediately. Why was she lying? They both knew she still suspected him of it, but she was telling the King the exact opposite.
"But while I was looking for proof of what I once thought, I found a letter written from Lord Corlys to Lord Hightower," Elaena turned back to the King. "His Lord Hand found me reading this letter in his office. But I left before we could speak much since the contents of the letter startled me so much, I felt that Daemon needed immediate help."
"So why didn't you come to me first and ask for it?" Viserys asked, his eyes narrowing on her. "Why would you put yourself at risk when we could have sent seasoned warriors into the battle?"
"Lord Hightower told me shortly before I left that he had received it the night prior, Your Grace. And that he hadn't spoken to you about it yet," She had to keep herself from smiling as she spoke, knowing that her planning and execution of what she was about to say was flawless. "I knew that if the Hand had received the letter the night prior, Daemon would already be on his way into battle, into a death sentence. I felt as if there were no time to waste. That's why I went myself."
"Is this true, Otto?" Viserys asked, looking to the Hand with bewildered eyes. "You knew my brother was in danger but said nothing?"
"Your Grace-" Lord Hightower started, shocked to his core that he had been caught in a trap like this, by Elaena no less.
"You can ask Ser Cley, my personal guard," Elaena said softly, her eyes filled with amusement as she looked to the Hand squirm in his chair. "He followed me to the dragonpit before I left, he can vouch for the truth behind my words. The Hand got word the night before and didn't act on it, but when I was made aware of the situation I did. "
The council sat silently as they listened to her, then looked to each other with wide eyes. None of them had expected such strength from her, but they expected even less that with it she would tarnish the Hand and his name.
"Your Grace, I apologize sincerely," the Hand said, his voice low as he turned to his King. "I only assumed it was already too late, I didn't want to disturb you with such troubling knews when I thought nothing could be done about it."
"But something was able to be done about it, and she did it," Daemon said, a faint smile on his lips. "If it weren't for Elaena it wouldn't only be me dead in the Stepstones right now... and you'd have the Crabfeeder and his army at your back door. Her quick-thinking and action once she heard the news of our peril is why she was titled Queen of the Stepstones. If matters had been left in your hands and your hands alone...who knows what kind of trouble this kingdom would be facing."
"I have spent my entire life protecting this kingdom," the Hand said, his face quaking with anger. "Most of that time has been from you-"
"Enough, Otto," Viserys said weakly, his feelings of betrayal and exhaustion apparent on his face. "I will deal with you later. We still have one more matter discuss."
Elaena looked triumphantly to the Hand, knowing that she had just caused a fracture in the trust the King shared with him. Then she turned her head to Daemon, who was already looking at her with a small smirk.
"There is still the matter of you breaking your agreement with me, Elaena," Viserys continued, watching the two look at each other. "You vowed that you wouldn't see Daemon again, you knew that it was forbidden and did so anyway. I heard you when you explained your reasons behind going and I admire them. Because of you I still have my brother in this world, but I also fear that there are other reasons you aren't divulging right now which also sparked your initiative to go to him."
Elaena felt her cheeks flush a bit warmer at these words. She knew this was coming, but it still didn't stop her heart from racing with nerves.
"I am still very much looking forward to my wedding with Lord Corlys' son," she began, avoiding Daemon's eyes. She knew that if she even looked at him once they wouldn't believe a single word coming from her mouth. "My going to Daemon had nothing to do with how I may have felt in the past. I felt a familial duty to save my cousin from his death, to save all of the bannermen of our houses from death. House Velaryon and House Targaryen have been allies from centuries, the last of the lines from Old Valyria. I do not plan on breaking that faith with them by abandoning my engagement."
"I'm glad to hear it," Viserys nodded, looking to Daemon with raised eyebrows. "And you can confirm this, Daemon? You will not stand in the way of Lucerys and the Elaena's marriage?"
"Absolutely not," Daemon said coolly. His face remained with all the calm it could as he spoke, but Elaena could see under the table that his hand was tensed again. She knew it wasn't right, to enjoy seeing him this way, but she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart as she saw his hidden exposition of jealousy. "My daliance with the Princess is long in the past. I too look forward to seeing the two great houses of Old Valyria unite again in her marriage."
"Good." The King nodded with relief, a visible weight lifting off his chest. "I'm glad we are all on the same page about it. So now that all the bother is settled, I'm thinking that the victory at the Stepstones is cause for a proper celebration. I suggest that we move the wedding forward in time, make it sooner rather than late. Perhaps in a fornight? I can't think of any better way to celebrate the victory of houses Targaryen and Velaryon in the Stepstones than a marriage to unite them. What say you, Elaena?"
Elaena felt her heart beat twice as fast in her chest, knowing that this was the opposite of what she wanted. Her and Daemon had agreed to try and find a way around it, to find a way around every obstacle in their path so they could be together. Cutting the time they had to figure this out to two weeks was less than ideal, but she couldn't afford to have them doubt her commitement to the marriage, not yet. So she put on the best smile she could and nodded, "Nothing would make me happier."
"Good!" the King smiled, clapping his hands together once. "Then you should go and get some rest, I'm sure you are tired from your long voyage."
"Thank you, cousin. I'm glad to be back home," Elaena smiled at the King, curtsying once before turning to leave. She wanted to stay and watch the Hand get his lashing, but she knew that it would never happen with her as an audience member to it. And even more than that she wished that Daemon had been released from the meeting as well, so they could find some time to be together. All she could find herself thinking about as of late was him and his body on hers. She couldn't put a finger on what it was about him that filled her with such lust, but she didn't care. The only thing she cared about in this regard was that he felt the same amount of it for her.
As Elaena walked the familiar halls of the Red Keep, she felt filled with a warm sense of joy. In this moment she had almost everything she wanted: she was home and with no plans of leaving, she threw the scent off of her and onto the Hand, and she had what her heart truly desired in her grasp...Daemon. The only thing that would make this moment sweeter for her would be to have the marriage to Lucerys called off and to have Lynara's head on a spike before her. But she knew both of those things would come with time, she would do everything in power to make it so.
As Elaena approached her door, she saw a new guard standing there in place of Ser Cley. She felt her smile fade a little, remembering how she had left things with him. Her mind and heart were clouded by Daemon's face since the moment she left up until now, forgetting Cley and his words that day she left for the Stepstones. She walked slowly towards the new guard until she stood directly in front of him.
"What is your name, Ser?" she asked, feeling her hands clam up a bit.
"Ser Edgar Thornwood, Your Grace," the man responded, bowing his head. "I'll be standing guard for you."
"Permanently?"
"Yes, Princess."
"And what of Ser Cley?"
"He has returned home to Winterfell, Your Grace. Shortly after your own departure," the man said plainly. It was obvious that he didn't know anything further than that, but Elaena couldn't help but press him.
"He didn't give a reason why?" Elaena asked, feeling her heart tighten a bit.
"No, Your Grace, only that he felt it was time to go back home."
"Thank you Ser Edgar," Elaena responded with a small and polite smile. "If anyone needs me, I'll be resting. I'm quite tired."
"I'll be sure to tell them to come back later, Your Grace."
With that, Elaena walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She had hated that she hurt him, and she hated even more that she didn't have the chance to apologize to him. She didn't want to take back what she said or what she did, for it saved Daemon. But that didn't mean she still didn't feel bad about how it affected him. But at the end of the day, she had more on her mind to worry about than Cley having his feelings hurt. She cared for him, but not enough to go traipsing across Westeros to bring him back to King's Landing.
He knew from the beginning that a royal princess would never be able to return feelings of love to someone of his station, even if she wanted to. He shouldn't have ever told her how he felt. And at the end of it all, it wasn't him that she wanted with every part of her being. So she decided in this moment that she would just let him go. He was a good person, a true friend to her in her time in Winterfell. She wished him happiness wherever life would take him; she wished for him to find love in another as she had done with Daemon. But she knew none of this happiness would be with her, she didn't want it that way.
She sighed with relief at the sight of her bed once she finished changing, knowing she wouldn't have to sleep on rough cots in tents or rocking in the sea any longer. At the sight of her goose-feathered mattress she immediately laid onto it, allowing sleep to carry her and her thoughts away.
Later That Evening
After napping for a few hours on her soft bed, Elaena woke to see that it was already dark outside. She wondered how late it was, not realizing how quickly she had drifted into sleep. She swung her legs off of the bed and stood, walking towards the door. After swinging a shawl over her shoulders and yawning she opened the door to see Ser Edgar standing at attention still.
"Ser Edgar?" she asked, fighting the urge to yawn again. "How long have I been asleep? Time seems to have gotten away from me."
"You've been asleep for only a few hours, Your Grace. The sun only set fully around an hour ago."
"Has anyone come to see me?" she asked, hoping the response would be no. She was too tired to receive any visitors.
"Only one chambermaid. She dropped off one of your bags that you must have left on the ship. It's waiting on the table inside your room for you."
"Thank you, Ser. Goodnight," she responded, feeling confused. She hadn't left any bags on the ship, she only had one small trunk of clothes she aquired before they set sail from the Stepstones to King's Landing. And she had only gone to the Stepstones with her sword Reckoning and the dress on her back.
When she closed the door she walked over to the small table to see a dirty leather bag sitting on it. She didn't recognize it in the slightest. She slowly pulled out one of the contents of it onto the table, only to find a rather smelly cloak. She pulled out another piece of clothing, revealing a very plain and simple dress. It was something a commoner might wear. As she rustled around the bottom of the bag her fingers felt a small scroll.
She pulled it out and opened it up, feeling less tired and more intrigued by the second. As she unwraveled the thin parchment she saw a map inked in on the paper. It was a map of her room with a small arrow that pointed to one of the tapestry covered wall panels. Underneath this arrow was Daemon's distinctively messy handwriting in High Valyrian. Find me.
Immediately she felt every ounce of sleep drain from her body, being replaced by excitement. This was obviously a secret affair they were about to have, one where she would have to disguise herself. Since the two of them had to be more than discrete until they figured out what to do about her impending marriage, she didn't expect to be alone with him for quite some time. Leave it to him to find a way to bend the rules. She quickly found the panel that he had drawn a map to, then threw the scroll in the fire. After it, she tossed in the leather bag to get rid of any evidence.
Once she shrugged off her shawl and night dress, she slipped into the dusty commoner's clothing. She tied her long silver hair into a low ponytail and pulled up the hood of the cape over the top of her head. She could feel butterflies start to fly around in her stomach as she pushed the panel, a secret passage revealing itself for her. In all of her youth, as well as her recent years living in this room, she had never once known this was here. She wondered how Daemon knew about it, and how many others might know too. But this thought was neither here nor there as she walked into the dark tunnel, holding only a small candle to light her way.
He didn't leave her any directions after this point, but the faint light at the end of the tunnel guided her to its exit. At the end of it, another cloaked figure like herself stood overlooking the city below. She stopped as she watched him, trying to get ahold of her quickened breath. She hadn't even said a word to him or seen his face yet, but she felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest.
"Took you long enough," Daemon said, keeping his back turned to her. "Thought you'd never come."
She walked forward, standing by his side to look out over King's Landing. "Sorry I was asleep."
"Tired from our meeting with my brother, are we?" he asked, turning to her with a serious face. "Or is it just the joyous feelings of your impending marriage?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him a bit.
"You said it yourself that nothing would make you happier than to move the wedding up to a fortnight away," Daemon said, jealousy shining in his eyes.
"I only said that because I had to, not because I feel that way," Elaena said with a small smile dancing on her lips, "Is that what this secret meeting is about? Are you trying to stake your claim on me?"
Daemon let out a quick breath of air through his nose, his own lips turning up into a smile, "Maybe a little."
"Good," Elaena whispered, eyeing his mouth a little as she spoke. She could see him start to lean into her a bit or a kiss, but she wouldn't let him have it this easily. She returned her gaze to the city, feeling his own on her. "So where are you taking me?"
"I thought we might have a little fun." He smirked, taking her hand into his own. He pulled her arm with him down the spiraling stone stairs of the wall, the two of them linked together as they made their way to the true heart of King's Landing.
Despite all the combined years that Elaena had lived in King's Landing, she had never stepped foot out of the Red Keep after dark before. She had never seen the vibrant life that lived right under her nose, and it amazed her. Scorching hot fires of torches lined each building, lighting up the streets and those who traversed them. All around people were gathered together, each sight more interesting than the next. To her left an eyeless seer sat advertising her fortune telling skills, people played music for spare coins as other danced, and men fucked their whores in the alleyways around. Her and Daemon walked slowly through it all, their hoods drawn over their heads to protect their faces and silver hair from being recognized. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, it made her crave to join them all.
She turned to Daemon with the glow of the fires around her lighting up her face, only to see him already staring at her with a smile.
"Care for a drink?" he asked her, offering his flask.
"You're a terrible influence, you know?" she responded, shaking her head. But she took the flask anyway and took a drink. He laughed lightly as she grimaced, the vile taste bringing chills to her skin. "You enjoy this?"
"Certainly not for the taste," he said quietly, walking closer to her side. She felt his hand wrap around her back, resting on her waist to pull her into him. "Only for how it feels."
She felt her cheeks run hot, but whether it was from him or the liquor or the both combined she didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted him. "Are we almost there? Wherever you're taking me?"
"Almost," he laughed, keeping his arm around her as they walked. "Have patience."
Elaena's eyes returned to those around her as they made their way through the crowded streets, spying on all of the activity and spirit around them. Suddenly they turned a corner, and the commotion was far less exciting. Elaena's eyes examined around her as they walked through a stone arch, trying to figure out where she was. The music from the streets faded out behind her, the sounds of heavy breath and moaning replacing it. She turned to Daemon with wide eyes, her smile completely gone.
"Are we where I think we are?" she asked, seeing a nearly naked woman stand outside the door of the establishment to lure other men in.
"Give it a chance," Daemon smiled darkly, squeezing his hand around her hip. "I have a feeling you'll like it."
She didn't respond, only feeling something hard form in her throat that she couldn't quite recognize. She was afraid of the risk of it all, of being recognized. She knew that for him to be in a brothel was one thing, but she was a girl and a Princess no less. If word ever got out that she, a supposedly maiden Princess, had visited a whorehouse with her own cousin, a man who was married to another, every part of her plan would be foiled. And while she didn't know exactly what her plan was yet, she knew it didn't involve this.
And yet, what scared her most of all was that despite knowing all of this she still wanted to go inside. She knew deep in her heart buried behind all of this was a desire to not only see, but to partake with Daemon. He looked up at the keeper of the brothel, keeping his hood on. Once the man saw who it was he immediately gave Daemon entry, trying to look at who he was bringing. But Elaena kept her head down, avoiding his eyes as Daemon led her by the hand through the door. Once inside she lifted her eyes ever so slightly, seeing all that was happening around her.
Naked people littered each and every connecting room, a sea of hot air and writhing bodies all touching each other in ways that Elaena had never even thought possible. She could feel her heart pound faster and faster inside her chest as she walked with him through each room. When they finally stopped walking he stood in front of her, gently taking off his hood before going to remove her own.
"What are you doing?" she asked, feeling nervous as she looked around. "What if someone recognizes us?"
"Everyone's too busy with themselves to notice," Daemon said softly, a small smirk on his lips as he removed the tie in her hair. As her long silver locks fell down, covering her shoulders, he ran his fingers through it. "That's the beauty of this place. We're hidden in plain sight."
"Daemon, why did you bring me here at all?" she asked breathlessly, feeling as though she was going to explode from the inside out as she looked around. As she watched the people around her, she realized that each and every one were doing things to each other that she had never even imagined to try. "Are you trying to tell me I need to be more...creative when we're together?
"Hardly," he chuckled lightly, moving to stand behind her. He put his strong hands on her hips, pulling her towards him until her back was completely flush against his body. His lips lowered into her ear, each word that left his mouth grazing against her skin. "I want you to look at what's here before you, I want you to truly see it."
"Why?" she asked breathlessly, craving more of his touch.
"I want you to see every choice you have before you, Elaena," he muttered, his hands moving to the tie around her cloak. His fingers moved slowly until the knot was undone, the cloak dropping to the floor. She was dangerously aware of his hands on her skin as he continued with her dress, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. "I want you to look at every single man in here and know that none of them matter to you...that despite all the options you have, you only want me."
With these words echoing in her ear, she felt him take a step back, leaving her completely naked. After a brief pause, she felt his own bare body press up again against her back, the warmth radiating into her.
"So do you see anyone here? Anyone you might want?" he asked, his voice law and dark in her ear.
"Do you?" she asked him, feeling her heart beat twice as fast as it should be in her chest.
He stepped away, walking around her until he stood directly before her, blocking everyone's vision of her. He then put his hands on either side of her face, pulling her gaze even further into his own until it felt like they were looking at each other's souls. "I only have eyes for you, Elaena. That's my answer, now what's yours?"
Elaena couldn't take the anticipation of it all any longer, the game that she knew he was playing with her. She knew that he wasn't asking her to weigh her options of the people in this brothel, he was asking her to look at every option she had now that they were back in King's Landing. He was asking her to look them all in the eye and still choose him. But he didn't need to worry about that, for she knew in her bones that she would always choose him.
"I am yours, and yours alone, Daemon. Nothing is going to change that, not for me," she whispered. After a moment of staring into his eyes, she could see that he knew she felt this way, that she was completely hypnotised by him and under his spell. Before she could say anything else, Daemon walked her backwards until she hit the wall. He cornered her with his body, shielding it from the view of any others as if he were claiming her. And in this moment she forgot where she was, she forgot who she was; only able to take in the man before her.
She felt his hands aggressively hold her own above her head, pinning her to the wall as he kissed her. She smiled against his lips, knowing that he was just desperate for her as she was for him.
"I want you-" she breathed in between kisses. "All of you-"
"Don't be greedy, Elaena," he laughed darkly, his voice gruff, "We're only getting started."
Before she could even feel the slightest bit of excitement at his words, she felt his hands move from her own. As she rested her own on his shoulders, she felt his fingers enter inside her. He smiled at her, his eyes filled with pleasure as he heard her breathe in sharply through her teeth. He delighted in every moment of her pleasure as he felt inside of her, feeling her whole body tense under his touch. He then pulled his wet fingers out, watching her face with a satisfying smile as the disappointment flashed over her face.
"Please-" she inhaled, digging her nails into his skin and staring into his eyes as she begged. "Don't stop-"
"As you wish," he muttered, unable to wipe the wicked smile from his lips. He then knelt to the ground before her, using his strong hands to pry and keep her thighs apart. She felt her heart race as his lips hovered above her cunt, his hot breath the only thing she could feel. She couldn't help but squirm a little as he held her to the wall with her legs open, dying for him to end all the anticipation.
He then moved in, kissing her slowly and drawing out the ecstasy she so desperately craved. She moved her hand into his hair as she closed her eyes, holding him to her to keep him from trying to stop. She relished in each and every movement his tongue made, breathing deeply to try and keep from completely collapsing under his touch. Finally when she couldn't take waiting any longer she pulled him up and crashed her lips onto his own, tasting every bit of herself on his tongue. As she did this, she felt him harden against her, bringing yet another smile to her lips.
"Tell me what you want," he grunted, positioning himself right against her.
"I want you," she breathed out, inhaling his scent. "Only you."
"Are you sure?" he asked, running his thumb over her lip. "I'm not sure I believe you."
"Please Daemon," she begged, his hot breath over her mouth lighting a fire across her body.
"You want me to fuck you?" he asked, continuing to tease her.
"Yes," she whimpered.
He gave her one last smile, as if he had already gotten everything he wanted out of her from this interaction; seeing her completely turn herself over to him, seeing her beg for his every touch. But she also had everything she wanted, almost. She had him just wrapped around her own finger as she was around his. She could see the lust for in his eyes, and the only reason he would be toying and testing her like this was if he was afraid to lose her.
Before any other thought could enter her mind, he thrusted into her, moving quickly. There was no need for any more anticipation, not when they both were so intensely desiring each other. He moved roughly in her, any sense of gentleness or tenderness missing from his touch. But she didn't want gentleness, she wanted to feel his thirst for her without any concealment.
Elaena gripped her nails into his skin, holding onto him tightly as he grunted in her ear. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life. From the first time she had ever fucked him and every time after that she always thought it couldn't possibly feel any better, but each time she was blissfully wrong. And this moment between them, their bodies colliding with every ounce of passion they had, was no exception.
Author's Note: Okaaayyyyy, so y'all had to know that there was gonna be a very spicy sex scene in this chapter... Not only are Daemon and Elaena finally together, half of the fourth episode was about sex! so it had to be done. I'm not sure what you guys enjoy most while reading this story though, so please let me know. do you want for me to continue having very intimate and graphic scenes like this? do you want less of them? after all, I'm writing this story for each and every one of you who reads, so your input is important to me!
All in all I hope you enjoyed the chapter and look forward to y'all letting me know what you thought. I'll have two more chapters released soon (probably very soon, i'm too obsessed with this episode to stop writing). See you then!