THE ROGUE PRINCE

to some he was a ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜, to others 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.

[rogueprinced]

over the centuries, house targaryen has produced both great men and monsters. prince daemon was both. in his day there was not a man so admired, so beloved, and so reviled in all westeros. he was made of light and darkness in equal parts.

to some he was a HERO, to others the blackest of VILLAINS.

ROGUEPRINCED. an independent & private portrayal of DAEMON TARGARYEN from grrm’s world of ice and fire, namely fire and blood. canon / canon-divergent depiction, based mainly on the book and personal headcanons with influences drawn from the show. writer is over the age of twenty-one & will not interact with minors. dark & triggering themes. side-blog, follows back from @waveswallowed.

MEMES.

[rogueprinced]

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[infamescoronam]

it was little satisfaction to hear his stepfather's agreement, certainly he would find more joy in it if aemond had also been there to hear the words and not only be exposed those more coddling ones of rhaenyra. he wiped at the blood dripping from his nose with his sleeve, wondering how luke can tolerate the nosebleeds that seem to come so readily. only further justification for his disinterest in the fighting and sparring this his brother's seem to take to with much greater enthusiasm. he'd found some thrill in it when the years that separated them were felt more keenly, and he had greater successes with lesser effort, but that appeal had vanished in time.

his expression twisted sourly, the question unwelcome when they are in the midst of suffering the consequences of allowing aemond in, no matter how reasonable it was to query it. he wondered, at times, how the younger brother that was closer to him in blood, was set so far apart from him in so many regards, and those that should, in another time, have been regarded as nephews, were more closely aligned to himself. if aemond had only followed them as children, instead of growing to be contrary, they could have had a much more pleasant time of it now.

"if we hadn't told him, he'd have managed to find out of his own accord and then he'd have snitched because we excluded him from it." that much was spoken from experience. aemond had a talent for it. "he can't stand us enjoying anything."

[rogueprinced]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀“ SO YOU THOUGHT IT WISER to invite him and wait until he was going to snitch on all of you because he felt wronged by you. very clever, what with his history of being a tattletale. ” daemon did not doubt for even a moment that aemond would have told on them, regardless of whether he had been invited or not. hells, perhaps he'd even have told on them if it had been his own reckless idea and shaped it into something where he could easily strip off the blame of his own self and cast it to them. when he couldn't find a problem, he would create one and daemon could tell just how much the boy enjoyed it.

no, because he's a miserable little thing. he answered in his thoughts and, though it went unsaid, daemon knew rhaenyra would only feel all too tempted to smack him in the back of the head for so much as thinking this way. but, was he wrong? no. aemond made it more than difficult to be felt any trace of sympathy towards, that, under other circumstances, would have been there. it was not the first time he had done something like this, and it surely would not be the last. how many dinners had there been already where aegon, jace, luke and joffrey would jump from their seats in rage, about ready to haul the entire length of the table at him, perhaps even with the surprising help of a disapproving helaena — and, surely, they would have by this point, if daemon was able to let his amusement reign a bit longer, before he was forced to break up the brawling at the behest of rhaenyra glaring daggers and the looming promise of having to find sleep on the small settee in the sitting room that night, rather than nestled into the nice-smelling warmth of his wife. he had brought this onto himself, and it only seemed fair that he would have to face the consequences for his actions and disloyalty, too, when he'd been so keen on his brothers facing them for their own careless wrongdoings. careless wrongdoings aemond had taken part in, mind you, as much as he was trying to wriggle his way out of it now. under different circumstances, it might have been sad, but it was clear that aemond was not cast out because his brothers did not want his company, he cast himself out and made sure to always land the right blows to really spark their dislike of him, and rejoiced in the ensuing anger.

“ have you tried adapting your precarious excursions to his lacking interests? ” he asked as they further made their way down the dimly lit corridor towards the heart of the stone drum, casting a glance to his stepson. truthfully, he did not even know much of aemond's interests. when he wasn't cooped up in his chambers or on dragonback, he always seemed to be snooping, deliberately seeking ways to land his siblings in his trouble. but, surely, there had to be something outside of that. a suitable bait. “ he's clever. “ daemon could admit that much — even if that boy hardly ever used his gift of brains for something other than getting his own kin in trouble, for being treacherous. for what reason, he truly did not know, could only chalk up to the hightower blood in his veins. “ even more so if he's motivated by spite, but he's not nearly clever enough that he could not be outwitted. next time you do something out of line, set a false trail for him and i guarantee you, he will follow it, sniffing his arrogant nose raw all the way to the dead end. ”

[sorrowknown]

the sigh that fell from her lips was near inaudible, upon acceptance that this would not be a matter that would be easily put to bed. she should never expect other with daemon, yet she occasionally clung to the hope of simplicity. the thought that any of her sons could have raided his collection of bottles wasn't one she was eager to consider, knowing too well if daemon was accurate in his implications which of the boys it would have been, and she could only hope they had the sense to not allow the after effects show in the morning and discount any defence she might make on their behalf.

"i am sure any daring enough to steal from your cellar wouldn't be so foolish as to be seen by our sons. perhaps you should find a better place to keep them." and perhaps she needed to have a few subtle words with her eldest boys. her disapproval could only extend so far, and she would not drop them in trouble with her husband.

[rogueprinced]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀RHAENYRA'S CHOICE OF WORDS did not go unnoticed by daemon. in fact, it only managed to cause a brief upwards twist of lips, one he hoped would stay concealed from his wife from where he was stood. she was not wrong in the point she was attempting to make — those boys were his, even if they had not sprung forth from his own loins, even if they did not address him as ‘ father ’, and there was nothing he would not be willing to do for each of them . . . aside from sharing his prized liquor, perhaps. it was not exactly pushing it, what they were doing, never could make his trust and loyalty waver, and he could admire their confidence in getting away with sneaking around and meddling with other's belongings, even more so could he admire their ability to drink the wretched stuff and still show up to fulfil their duties the following day, pretending to function as usual, as though they'd been unaffected by their actions, though the signs had been there before and easily caught by daemon's sharp eye ( joffrey especially lacked a talent for concealing it, despite his efforts, much like jace struggled to tell a convincing lie without inevitably shifting this way or that and giving it away, though he clearly thought otherwise, and luke . . . something gave daemon the impression that he did not care particularly much for either result, which wasn't any better ), but he also valued these quiet nights of drinking his favoured liquor, letting it clear his head and making plans he needed that reprieve to focus on. or simply enjoying himself, which had become scarce enough as it was these days, as opposed to when he'd been younger. he did not want to have to concern himself with having to wonder whether the contents of his bottles had been replaced with plain water and he would need to journey down into the cellar again or what trouble those boys might be up to under the influence of what some with a lesser tolerance would describe as a brew springing from the fountains of the seven hells.

“ no, i should like to believe your sons would make use of their learned skills and stop the thief. ” entirely on purpose. another mouthful of liquor was swallowed heavily as daemon, finally, settled in the seat next to his wife, slinging one leg over the other, ankle coming to rest atop of his knee. “ unless . . . they are familiar with him and feel compelled to cover up his tracks. but a more pressing question is, what business do they have in the cellar at night to, coincidentally, run into a spirits thief? ” as though answering his own question, he gave a shrug of his shoulders then, head tipping to face his wife, brows drawn up, “ surely you can tell me as much about our sons. ”

[icewalled]

fury, pure and silver, you grip it tight inside, like a knife, it glints in your eye.

ICEWALLED. an independent & private portrayal of LAURENCE LENNOX-HALL from cg drew's hazelthorn. canon / canon-divergent depiction, inspired by book and own headcanons, able to be written into a multitude of verses. dark & triggering themes present, crafted by cae.

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besties <3

[infamescoronam]

@rogueprinced sent ; ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ( from rogueprinced )

it was nothing more than a bloody nose, a retaliation for the entirely accidental hit aegon had delivered to kin. aemond had not seemed to believe his excuses of accidents, though he couldn't think why. yet a bloody nose had been enough to send him stomping off back towards the castle. it was little more than a petty feud, as it always was, but he'd never quite unlearned being a sore loser. an already sullen expression had managed to sour further upon meeting his step-father at the top of the steps leading back into dragonstone. eyes roll as heavy steps resume, passing by daemon with a grumbled complaint.

"he's a snitch." he cared very little for aemond's plausible deniability. it didn't matter if he didn't snitch outright, it was still an unnecessary betrayal and he didn't think anyone should be supporting that behaviour.

[rogueprinced]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ HIS STEPSONS WERE CLEVER, daemon would give them that much. to steal large quantities of hard spirits and consume them was one thing — an expected thing, truly, one that daemon ( and anybody who had not spent their youth acting prim and proper within their chambers, never so much as thinking of doing what some would call reckless ) could get behind, even find some amusement in, even if their mother thought otherwise when they discovered them facing the natural, and well-deserved, consequences of their actions later in the eve or the following day. but to take the stolen goods and distribute them, as princes of the realm, who lacked for nothing, moreover, was a whole other, one that was almost impressive — in a way, an absurd way. he'd give the boys their creativity and surprising mercantile talent, and, yet still, despite all of it, they had made the grave mistake of prompting one in their midst to tell on them.

he had almost pitied the boy during the breaking of fast that morrow, ignored and given cold glares by all brothers, even the littlest ones — even uninvolved, gentle helaena had seemed to avoid looking his way. when cups had been set down harshly enough to make the table shake and requested goods had been thrown rather than handed over, daemon had known it would only be a matter of time until their frustrations would turn physical and it had been by sheer luck alone that daemon bore witness to it later in the day.

watching aegon trudge back into the castle after aemond, expectedly, did not take the blow without delivering one in return, whilst the other stormed off elsewhere, disappearing out of his line of sight, he did not bother hiding his amusement.

“ he is. ” he answered with a vague nod of his head, turning and following his stepson into the dimly lit corridor. rhaenyra may sugarcoat aemond's actions, feel the need to protect the boy and insist he had done the right and responsible thing given the situation, even if his brothers may disagree, but not daemon. he saw him for what he was, and for what his siblings saw him too, a snitch. even daemon's own brother, for all his gullibility and lack of fight, would never have done such a thing when they'd been younger, which only could mean that the boy had inherited it from the hightowers. “ has been since he was shitting his tailclouts, i am sure. which only further prompts the question of how four could be so stupid to let someone like him in on their big, dangerous secret? ”

[sorrowknown]

@rogueprinced asked ; two more bottles of clear spirits have gone missing from my stash. do you know anything of that?

her gaze was slow to lift from the parchment before her, reluctant to permit him to distract her attention, despite lids having grown heavy over an hour earlier and ability to retain any focus having steadily waned with them. "why should i know of your missing spirits? perhaps you have miscounted."

the suggestion was made with an air of disinterest in the matter, her attention already drawing away from daemon, as if his question warranted no more discussion, when she could, in fact, hazard a guess to where the missing bottles had disappeared to.

[rogueprinced]

“ i have not miscounted. ” he knew that for a fact, for he never even counted in the first place — he simply knew what was within his stock and what was not was easily recognised . . . although he did not want to think about how many of the bottles that had not disappeared overnight as though by the hand of a wily mage, might possibly contain water in a poor attempt to conceal that their original contents had long gone missing, something that would not be noticed until he was unfortunate enough to grab one such bottle and settle down for a rather unsatisfactory drink. he would certainly not put it past the culprits.

tipping the bottle he had grabbed that very eve, only to notice that four more had gone missing along with the two he had already noticed days prior, daemon poured its contents into the chalice before him, hand draping around it and lifting it to his face, the strong scent at once giving away that, at least, it has not been replaced. swallowing a mouthful, he stepped closer to his wife, “ perhaps i ought to ask your sons if they have noticed anything amiss. seeing as they tend to frequent my cellar, it seems plausible that they may have borne witness to something. ”

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[rogueprinced]

this blog is for sillies and sillies alone tbh.