The Dragon and the Wren (pts 1 and 2)

"The festival was only in its second day in Kings Landing, and Daemon was already restless. With the poor weather, he couldn’t take Caraxes out safely and he felt trapped indoors with all the extra guests everywhere. He needed to find a new adventure, something to entertain him."

"Daemon looked up, intrigued by the introduction of this new person. He hadn't met anyone from House Oceansway before, and he was always interested in meeting new people."

"Good evening, Wren of House Oceansway. It's true that I meet many people, but I never forget a face. What brings you to Kings Landing during the festival?" he asked with a charming smile, eyeing her up and down subtly.

"A lady in waiting to the Queen, how delightful. I'm sure you'll have quite the experience here then." Daemon said with a smirk as he stood up from his seat. "Would you care for a drink? The drinks and food are exquisite at this festival, and I would be happy to show you around some of the vendors," he offered, extending an arm towards her.

"Daemon led Wren through the festival, stopping at various vendors to try different delicacies and drinks. He made sure to keep the conversation light and flirty, enjoying the easy banter that flowed between them."

"So, Lady Wren, what brings you to court? Do you have any aspirations to be a lady of high standing or perhaps even a member of the Small Council?" he asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Ah, well then what do you desire, Lady Wren?" Daemon asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Surely there must be something that drives you, some dream or passion that you keep hidden."

He took a sip of his drink and leaned closer to her, lowering his voice slightly. "Or perhaps it's something more...intimate?" he added with a suggestive smirk.

"Ah, a caretaker of sorts," Daemon mused, taking in her response. "I can respect that. Taking care of others is a noble endeavor and takes a special kind of person to do so."

He noticed the blush on her cheeks when she looked away from him and couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at her reaction. It seemed his flirtations were having the desired effect.

"As for a loving partner, Lady Wren, I believe it's one of life's greatest treasures. Someone to share everything with, to confide in, to hold at night." He leaned in closer, his voice low. "And someone to desire, to want with every fiber of your being."

Daemon gave a low chuckle, "Indeed, Lady Wren. That primal instinct is often what drives us forward, and it's certainly not something to be ignored."

He took another sip of his drink before continuing. "Love can be a battlefield, though. A war of emotions and desires that can leave one feeling both victorious and defeated. But the thrill of the chase, the passion between two people locked in an embrace...it's hard to resist, isn't it?" he said with a knowing smirk, looking deep into her eyes.

Daemon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at Wren's words. It was clear that she was intrigued by the idea of giving herself over to someone in such a way, and he wanted nothing more than to be that person for her.

"Yes, the surrender is a powerful feeling indeed. To be so vulnerable with someone, to give them complete trust and control...it's an intoxicating experience," he said, his voice low and husky. "But it takes two to surrender, doesn't it?"

He looked deeply into her eyes, hoping to convey his desire without being too obvious. "Tell me, Lady Wren, have you ever surrendered yourself to anyone before?"

Daemon listened intently to Wren's words, sensing the hurt and pain hidden beneath her words. He couldn't help but feel sympathy for her, wanting nothing more than to ease her troubled past.

"I'm sorry to hear that you went through such a difficult time, Lady Wren. It takes strength to come out of something like that on the other side," he said with a genuine tone before taking another sip of his drink.

"As for myself, I have had my fair share of relationships over the years. But none have ever truly captured my heart, so to speak. I suppose you could say I am still searching for that special someone."

He gave her a charming smile, feeling himself grow increasingly attracted to her with every passing moment.

"Indeed, love is both a powerful and elusive thing. It has the power to bring out the best in people, but it can also lead them down dark paths," Daemon replied, nodding thoughtfully at Wren's words.

"It's one of life's greatest mysteries, isn't it? How something so intangible can have such a profound impact on our lives. But I suppose that's the beauty of it all. The mystery, the unknown...it keeps us searching, keeps us hoping for something more."

He smiled warmly at her, his heart racing with anticipation. "Perhaps we should explore this mystery together, Lady Wren. Get to know each other on a deeper level."

Daemon's smile faded slightly at Wren's response. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or think that he was jesting with her.

"I assure you, Lady Wren, I am not jesting. I find myself quite taken with you," he said with a sincere tone. "I understand if you don't share the same feelings, but I wanted you to know where I stand."

He looked deeply into her eyes, hoping to convey his sincerity and genuine interest in her.

Daemon nodded understandingly, sensing Wren's hesitation. He knew that it wasn't easy for her to trust others, especially after the painful experiences she had been through.

"There is no need for apologies, Lady Wren. I understand all too well the trials and tribulations of court life. It can be a dangerous and unpredictable place," he said with a solemn expression. "But I assure you, my intentions are nothing but genuine. I am not like most men, or at least I hope not."

He took her hand gently in his own, hoping to convey his sincerity. "I would like to get to know you better, Lady Wren. Not just for your Keep or its resources, but for who you are as a person."

Daemon smiled at Wren's words, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. It was clear that he had made an impression on her, and he felt a growing attraction towards her as well.

"I'm glad to hear that, Lady Wren. You should always feel safe in my presence," he said with a reassuring tone. "And please, call me Daemon. There is no need for formalities between us."

He tightened his grip on her hand slightly, feeling the heat of her skin against his own. "Would you allow me the pleasure of accompanying you throughout the festival, Lady Wren?"

"Of course, Lady Wren. I would be happy to escort you back to the keep," Daemon said with a smile, pleased that he could spend even a little bit more time with her.

He called over a servant and requested a carriage, and within moments it arrived at their location. As they made their way to the carriage, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation. He was eager to see where this connection between them might lead.

"I hope the meal goes well, Lady Wren. And who knows, perhaps this person the king wants you to meet will be someone special," he said with a wink as he helped her into the carriage.

As the carriage begins to move, Daemon takes a deep breath and turns to Wren. He's feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness about what's to come, but he knows that he wants to explore these feelings further.

"Tell me more about this person the king wants you to meet," he says, trying to sound casual. "Do you know anything about them?"

Daemon shook his head, "No, the king hasn't mentioned anything to me. But knowing him, I'm sure he has something up his sleeve. Perhaps it's someone who can help with your keep, or maybe he just wants to introduce you to someone interesting."

He paused for a moment, studying Wren's face carefully. "Regardless of who this person is, just remember that you are in control. Don't let anyone try to manipulate or pressure you into anything you don't want to do."

He offered her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease any anxieties she may have had.

Daemon's heart raced as he looked into Wren's eyes, feeling a sense of deep connection with her. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to hold her close, to feel her body pressed against his.

"Of course, Lady Wren. I will be there tonight and if you need anything, all you have to do is ask," he said, his voice low and intimate. "I won't let anyone harm you or make you feel uncomfortable."

He leaned in closer to her, his breath hot against her skin. "You can trust me, Lady Wren. With anything."

Daemon's heart raced as Wren leaned in closer to him, feeling the heat of her breath against his skin. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, wanting nothing more than to hold her close and never let go.

"I mean every word, Lady Wren," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. And if that means being there for you whenever you need me, then so be it."

He reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "You're special to me, Wren. I hope you know that."

Daemon's heart swelled with emotion at Wren's words, feeling a deep sense of affection for her growing within him. He couldn't deny that he felt the same way about her, and his desire to be with her was becoming more intense by the minute.

"You're too kind, Lady Wren," he said softly, his voice low and intimate. "I feel the same way about you. You're beautiful, intelligent, and strong-willed...everything that I could ever want in a partner."

He leaned in closer to her, his breath hot against her skin. "I can't imagine my life without you now, Wren. I need you."

Daemon stepped out of the carriage after Wren, his mind still reeling from their intimate conversation. He felt a sense of longing as she thanked him for the afternoon, wishing that he could stay with her forever.

"You're welcome, Lady Wren," he said with a smile, trying to hide his disappointment. "I'm glad you enjoyed our time together. And yes, I'll see you at dinner in a couple of hours."

He watched as Wren made her way into the keep, feeling a sense of anticipation and anxiety about what was to come. He knew that there was something special between them, but he also knew that they needed to take things slow and not rush into anything too quickly.

With one last glance at the keep, he turned and made his way back to his own quarters, lost in thought about the woman who had captured his heart.

Jaylah grinned mischievously at Wren's gushing about Daemon, clearly enjoying seeing her friend so happy and excited. "Well, well, well...sounds like someone's been struck by Cupid's arrow," she teased, nudging Wren playfully.

But then she grew serious, realizing how important this was for her friend. "Of course, my dear Wren. Let's find you the perfect dress to make Prince Daemon's heart skip a beat," she said with a wink.

Together, they went through Wren's wardrobe, picking out different dresses, trying them on and taking turns in front of the mirror. Jaylah offered helpful critiques and suggestions, and eventually they settled on a gorgeous floor-length emerald green gown that brought out the color in Wren's eyes and hugged her curves in all the right places.

"You look absolutely stunning, Wren," Jaylah said with a smile, admiring her friend's beauty. "Prince Daemon won't be able to resist you."

"How about these?" Jaylah said, holding up a pair of delicate emerald teardrop earrings that perfectly matched Wren's gown. "They'll bring out the color in your eyes even more."

She carefully fastened the earrings on Wren's ears, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look positively radiant, my dear," she said with a smile. "Prince Daemon won't know what hit him."

Jaylah paused for a moment to consider the question, then smiled thoughtfully. "I think it would be lovely to add some flowers to your hair," she said, reaching for a few small sprigs of delicate white baby's breath.

She carefully arranged them into Wren's hair, adding just the right amount of flourish without overpowering the overall look. "There...perfect," she said with a smile. "Now you're ready to make Prince Daemon's heart skip a beat."

Jaylah smiled at Wren's suggestion, "Of course I'll come with you, my dear. I wouldn't dream of letting you go in alone," she said reassuringly.

She knew how important this night was for her friend and wanted to be there to support her in any way possible. Plus, the thought of potentially meeting someone herself didn't hurt either.

With one last glance in the mirror, they linked arms and made their way to the dining hall, both feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation about what the evening had in store.

Wren's heart skipped a beat at the news, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of sitting with the king and potentially meeting this mystery person. She looked around the hall once more, hoping to catch sight of Daemon but still couldn't see him.

"He must be running late," she said to Jaylah, trying to sound casual despite the slight disappointment in her voice.

Together, they made their way over to the high table, where the King was already seated, surrounded by his advisors and other guests of honor. Wren took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of awe and intimidation as they approached.

"Your Grace," she said with a curtsy, "Thank you for having us at your table."

The King smiled warmly at her, gesturing for them to take a seat. "It's my pleasure, Lady Wren. And may I say, you look absolutely stunning tonight."

The King smiled at Wren's pleasantries and nodded his head. "We are doing well, thank you for asking. And yes, the feast tonight is a celebration of the bounty that our land has provided us with."

A server quickly appeared before them, pouring glasses of wine for Wren and Jaylah. The rich aroma of the vintage filled the air, making Wren's mouth water with anticipation.

As they settled into their seats, the King turned to Wren with a curious expression on his face. "Tell me, Lady Wren, have you had a chance to meet our guest yet?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

The King smiled knowingly at Wren's response, and leaned forward slightly in his seat. "Ah, I see. Well, allow me to introduce him then," he said, glancing around the hall.

Just then, Wren saw a figure enter the dining hall, and her heart skipped a beat. It was Daemon, dressed in his finest attire, looking every bit the handsome prince she had met earlier that day. Her pulse quickened as he made his way towards the high table, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the prospect of sitting near him.

"Prince Daemon Targaryen, may I present Lady Wren and her friend Lady Jaylah," the King announced, gesturing to the two women.

Daemon flashed them a charming smile as he bowed politely. "A pleasure to meet you both," he said smoothly, his eyes lingering on Wren's for a moment longer than necessary.

Wren couldn't help but feel drawn to him, feeling a powerful attraction growing within her. She raised her glass of wine in greeting, trying to hide the flush that was creeping up her neck.

Daemon's heart skipped a beat at Wren's words, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. He had hoped that they would be seated near each other, but he hadn't expected to be introduced by the King himself.

"Indeed, it seems fate has brought us together," he said with a charming smile, feeling a sense of relief that she seemed happy to see him. He took his seat next to Wren, trying not to let his emotions show too much.

"Thank you for having me, your Grace," he said to the King, bowing his head respectfully. "And thank you, Lady Wren, for your warm welcome."

Wren felt a sense of relief as Daemon sat down beside her, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity in his presence. She tried to hide the butterflies in her stomach as they began to dine on the delicious meal before them, engaging in light conversation with Daemon and the other guests at the high table.

As the night wore on and the feast began to wind down, King Viserys couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment seeing Wren and Daemon getting along so well. He had hoped that this introduction would spark something between them, and it seemed as though fate had intervened.

He caught Daemon's eye from across the table, giving him a knowing smile that conveyed all his thoughts without words. Daemon gave him a small nod in return, silently acknowledging his brother's approval.

As the guests began to leave and make their way back to their respective chambers, King Viserys leaned over to Wren, giving her a warm smile. "Lady Wren, I hope you've enjoyed your evening here with us. It's been a pleasure getting to know you," he said cordially.

Wren smiled in return, feeling a sense of gratitude towards the King for his hospitality. "Thank you, your Grace. It's been an honor to be your guest tonight," she said graciously.

With that, they made their way out of the dining hall, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated by the events of the evening. As they walked back to their chambers, Wren and Jaylah chatted excitedly about the possibility of seeing Daemon again, feeling a newfound sense of hope and happiness in their hearts.

Jaylah smiled warmly at Wren's comment, feeling a sense of happiness in her heart. "I'm glad you had a good time, my dear. And as for Ser Carl, he did seem like a kind and considerate gentleman. Perhaps I'll have to seek him out again soon," she said with a playful wink.

Wren chuckled at Jaylah's teasing, feeling grateful for her friend's lightheartedness and humor. "You should definitely do that. But as for me, I can't stop thinking about Daemon," she admitted, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Jaylah giggled in response, nudging her playfully. "I could tell. The way you were looking at each other all night...it was like something out of a romance novel," she teased.

Wren rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and possibility at the thought of what the future might hold with Daemon. She couldn't wait to see where this newfound connection might lead them.

Wren felt a sense of surprise at the knock on her door, wondering who it could be at such a late hour. She set down her teacup and made her way over to the door, cautiously opening it just a crack.

To her surprise, she saw Daemon standing there, looking every bit as handsome and charming as he had at dinner. His eyes sparkled in the soft light of the room, making her heart skip a beat.

"Daemon? What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the nervousness she felt.

Daemon smiled warmly at her, taking a step closer to the doorway. "I couldn't resist seeing you again, Wren. I know it's late, but I was hoping we could talk," he said softly.

Wren felt a sense of excitement and fear at the prospect of being alone with him, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him. She opened the door wider, gesturing for him to come inside.

"Of course, please come in," she said with a small smile, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she closed the door behind him.

Daemon's eyes lit up at Wren's offer, feeling a sense of gratitude for her kindness. "That sounds lovely, thank you," he said, taking a seat in one of the plush armchairs near the fire.

As she poured him a cup of tea and took a seat across from him, Daemon couldn't help but feel his heart racing with excitement. He had been waiting for this moment all night, hoping to spend some time alone with her and see where their connection might lead them.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything by dropping by like this," he said, looking into her eyes with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

Wren shook her head, feeling a sense of comfort and ease in his presence. "Not at all. I was just enjoying some tea before bed. It's nice to have some company," she admitted, feeling a slight flush creeping up her neck.

Daemon smiled warmly at her, feeling a sense of affection growing within him. "I feel the same way. I've been thinking about you all evening, Wren," he said softly, reaching out to take her hand in his.

Daemon's heart swelled with emotion at Wren's words, feeling a deep sense of connection and understanding between them. He gently squeezed her hand, wanting to convey his own gratitude and appreciation.

"I feel the same way, Wren," he said softly, looking into her eyes with a warmth that made her heart skip a beat. "You have a way of making me feel...alive, in a way I haven't felt in some time."

He released her hand and leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense. "I know it might be too soon to say this, but...I feel drawn to you, Wren. In a way that I can't quite explain," he said earnestly, hoping she wouldn't reject him or think him foolish.

Daemon felt a sense of relief and joy at Wren's words, feeling a sense of hope growing within him. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes searching hers.

"Perhaps they do," he said softly, feeling his heart racing with anticipation. "Wren...I know it might be too soon, but...would you allow me to court you? To see where this connection between us might lead?"

He held his breath, waiting for her response, hoping she wouldn't turn him away or reject him outright.

Daemon's face lit up with a grin, feeling a sense of happiness and relief wash over him. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes shining with excitement.

"I'm glad to hear that, Wren," he said, feeling a warmth in his heart that he couldn't quite explain. "I was hoping you would say yes."

He stood up from his chair and took her hand, pulling her gently to her feet. "Would you allow me to escort you back to your chambers, my lady? I don't want to keep you up too late," he said with a charming smile.

Wren blushed at his gesture, feeling a rush of emotions she couldn't quite put into words. She nodded, smiling up at him with a softness that made his heart race.

"I would like that very much, Daemon," she said softly, allowing him to lead her towards the door.

Daemon couldn't help but feel a sense of desire and longing as he looked into Wren's eyes, feeling the heat rising in his veins. He had been hoping for this moment all evening, wanting to take her in his arms and show her how much he desired her.

As she spoke, his gaze locked onto her lips, feeling a magnetic pull towards them that he couldn't resist. He leaned forward, his hand cupping her cheek, and pressed his lips to hers with a hunger that made her gasp.

Their kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, as though they were both afraid of what might happen if they let themselves give in to their desires. But soon enough, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and intense as they gave in to the heat building between them.

Finally, they broke apart, their breathing ragged and uneven as they looked into each other's eyes. "Wren," Daemon said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "I want...I want to be with you tonight. Will you allow me to show you how much I desire you?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't turn him away or think less of him for his request.

Daemon felt his heart leap with joy as Wren took his hand and led him into her bedroom, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him. He allowed himself to be led inside, his eyes taking in the soft light and inviting atmosphere of the room.

As they came to a stop in front of the bed, he turned to face her, his gaze intense. "Wren...are you sure about this?" he asked softly, wanting to make sure that she was comfortable with what they were doing.

She nodded, her eyes filled with desire and longing. "Yes, Daemon. I want you," she said, her voice husky with emotion.

With that, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers once more. Their kiss grew more urgent this time, full of heat and passion as they gave in to their desires.

Finally, they broke apart, breathing heavily as they looked into each other's eyes. Without another word, Daemon scooped Wren up into his arms, carrying her over to the bed and lowering her gently onto the soft blankets.

Daemon groaned softly as he felt Wren's hands tugging at his shirt, feeling a deep sense of desire building within him. He broke their kiss long enough to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it aside before returning his lips to hers with renewed passion.

As their bodies pressed together, he felt the heat rising between them, and he slipped his hand under her nightgown, brushing his fingers over her warm skin. He teased her nipples gently, eliciting soft moans from her that only fuelled his desire further.

Finally, he could wait no longer, and he shifted his weight, trailing kisses down her body until he was kneeling between her thighs. With one swift movement, he pulled off her nightgown and tossed it aside, revealing her naked body in all its glory.

Without hesitation, he leaned forward, trailing kisses down her stomach and over her hips until he was face-to-face with her wet, inviting center. He slipped his tongue between her folds, savoring the taste of her as she arched her back in pleasure.

Daemon moaned softly at Wren's words, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and pleasure at the way she responded to his touch. He continued to explore her with his tongue, slipping it in and out of her folds as he circled her clit with his tongue.

He alternated between soft licks and gentle nibbles, coaxing moans and gasps from her with each movement. Her hands twisted in his hair, pulling him closer as she writhed under his touch.

Finally, he felt her tense up, her body arching off the bed as she came with a low cry of pleasure. He slowed his movements, giving her time to catch her breath before crawling up her body and pressing his lips to hers once more.

"Wren...you are so beautiful," he whispered against her lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I want you...all of you."

Daemon groaned softly at Wren's words, feeling a deep sense of desire building within him as she kissed him with such desperation. He could feel her heat radiating against his body, and he knew that he couldn't resist her any longer.

He pulled away from their kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and over her chest until he reached her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, suckling it gently as he teased the other with his fingers.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and he positioned himself between her thighs, sliding his length into her slowly but surely. She was warm and tight around him, and he couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

As he began to move inside her, he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how much he desired her and how beautiful she was. Her body responded to his every movement, arching up to meet his thrusts as they moved together in perfect harmony.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they both crested the edge of pleasure together, crying out each other's names as they tumbled into ecstasy. As their bodies came down from their high, Daemon pulled Wren into his arms, holding her close as they both caught their breaths.

Daemon returned Wren's kiss with a tender one of his own, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment spreading throughout his body. He held her close, his heart full of love for this woman who had captured his heart so completely.

"It was incredible," he whispered against her lips, smiling softly as he looked into her eyes. "You are incredible, Wren."

He leaned forward to kiss her again, his hands sliding over her body in a gentle caress. "I never want to be without you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "Will you be mine, Wren? Will you stay with me and be my partner in everything?"

Daemon's heart swelled with happiness at Wren's words, feeling a sense of relief and joy that she felt the same way he did. He nodded in agreement, knowing that they would have to get his brother's approval, but willing to fight for their love.

"He will see reason, I'm sure," Daemon said, his voice firm and confident. "And as long as you want me, Wren, I am yours. Forever."

He held her close, savoring the warmth of her body against his own, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that he hadn't felt in a long time.