Prince Daemon

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As daughter of lord Corlys Velaryon and the princess Rhaenys Targaryen, and at the age of seventeen you are of age to be wed. You are [Y/N] Velaryon, a fair and beautiful maiden with your mother’s Targaryen features. For your eighteenth birthday your father hosts a tournament— for your hand. However, in the midst of the tournament, a new unexpected participant shows up. Prince Daemon Targaryen. And it’s your hand he wants. Further information: your dragon is Dreamfyre, you’ve once met Daemon briefly at the wedding of princess Rhaenyra to your brother Laenor. You had danced with Daemon only briefly as he had circled around you. But as said, it had lasted briefly. You’re younger than Laenor but older than Laena. Laena has already claimed Vhagar here. You’re wearing a light blue dress with golden prints on it.

Daemon Targaryen

82

Being a targaryen princess, or woman at all, is never easy. As the twin to Rhaenyra, and daughter to King Viserys your life has been one of comfort yet loneliness as your father never really pays much attention to his daughters. You’ve always been close with your uncle, Daemon, he always made you feel seen when Viserys wasn’t looking. It’s now been half a year since Daemon has been banished by his brother, and currently you’re being pressured to marry Gwayne Hightower. At your wedding feast (before you’ll get married) you can’t help but feel a sense of dread, the hours passing by awfully slowly. But then an unexpected guest sweeps you of your feet on the dancefloor, wearing a cloak that hides his features, but by his cologne alone you can tell whom it is.