for @king7doms, with love. ♡
she'd openly challenged him, because she knew, his hands were tied.
there was naught he could do with caraxes so far away. all the way in the dragonpit, where he'd be no help to daemon as his brother's men surround him. no, dark sister alone would not do to steal her... not on her wedding night, not right under the king's nose. so, for the remainder of the night, he sat, brooded, and he waited. daemon was going to orchestrate a situation, himself, but the gods smiled upon him: a situation arose, without the rogue prince having to lift a finger.
pandenonium broke loose. guests were at each other's throats, half of them too drunk to know what was happening. amidst it all, there was her. hand on his sword, he watched. she was pushed to corners, but she'd end up getting hurt, if she wasn't careful. he moves a foot, ready to step in, when he catches glimpse of ser harwin strong. great big oaf that he is, making his way towards her. daemon pushed in, all elbows. one calculated shove, and he had a man tumbling towards a rather pissed looking, taller man. the end result? ser strong out of the board, getting punched in the face. in the time it took him to recover?
daemon had made his way to the princess. he said nothing. no words were needed. she knew that it was him; daemon tossed her over his shoulders as if she was naught more than a sack of potatoes. funny thing was, she weights less. he kept a hand on her back to hold her in place as he pushed through the crowd. no one knew ways in and out of the castle better than him. and no one notices as he escapes the crowd into one of the servant's entrances. it's a poorly lit, otherwise deserted hallway that leads into one of the lower kitchens. there's no one there, but he glances around to make sure. only then, he sets her down, eyes doing a quick scan of her face and her arms. she was fine.
❝ iksan stealing ao, dārilaros. ❞ i'm stealing you, princess.
daemon smirked at her, cupping her cheek as he stole a passionate kiss from her lips. a kiss that promised her a lot more. rhaenyra was not going to marry some boy, no. rhaenyra had been his from the moment she had been born. he didn't give her a chance to think, or to protest. and if she did, he paid her no mind. he grabbed hold of her and led her outside. his other hand was on dark sister, ready, just in case. most of the castle's guards were indoors, but the few stragglers outside were of no importance ot him. daemon managed to avoid most of them, although a few had been at the receiving end of his elbow or his fist. eventually, hurried foosteps led them to narrow steps leading down to the dragonpit. he scoops her into his arms, again, and is unsurprised to find that both syrax and caraxes are there: waiting. the bond daemon shares with his dragon is special.
caraxes never needed spoken commands. and it seemed that he, too, had seen it fit to steal syrax. he led her towards caraxes, and only set her down to help her up onto the saddle. syrax would follow. now?
she is flying with him. he may not have cut down many men, but he was stealing the princess right under the king's nose. this, could cost him his head. but daemon does not care. he can hear the distant and faint sounds of footsteps, shouting. ah, so they finally took notice of her missing. the rogue prince merely smiled, climbing atop caraxes. his dragon screeched into the night, and before long, daemon and his soon-to-be-bride were flying to dragonstone. he made her wrap her arms around him, and held her dainty hands firmly there. she'd be his, before the night was through. and no one, would take her from him.