Pieces of the Same Soul || Daemon x F!OC (Little Dragon Moments)
Summary:
And so it was on the tenth day of the sixth moon of 102 AC that Queen Aemma Arryn birthed a second daughter instead of the much expected Prince. Both parents - initially shocked - named her Visenya after Agon's sister wife and the father who promised to cherish her until his last breath
- 'Fire and Blood: Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros' by Archmaester Gyldayn
Daemon never thought this was his life. He was perfectly content to be the King of the Narrow Sea or King of Flea Bottom - but he never expected to be enchanted by his youngest niece.
And he's certainly not complaining now
All the usual warnings I'm afraid. Dni if you're under twenty one.
Warnings for this little fic: cuteness overload, just a lot of fluffy cuteness.
I'll add more when I can
Tagging; @munstysmind @theerogueprincess
This is an extra but can be read with the story
Daemon meets Visenya (102 AC
“She’s small..”
The baby stopped her squawking as she was laid in her Uncle’s arm, head nestled in the crook of his elbow and legs flailing as she got used to the warmth of a new person. Daemon didn’t mind his tiny niece’s dissatisfaction because she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
Oval face with soft wisps of moonkissed hair. Soft petal like lips. She looked more doll like than human and Daemon stared, utterly entranced
“She’ll be a beauty, like her mother”
Aemma’s voice was soft as she laughed, eyes battling to stay open and she smiled as she watched her good-brother trail a finger down the baby’s foot - checking reflexes that had already been deemed satisfactory
He could see her life playing out in his mind. A wide eyed toddler to a curious child and then a devastatingly beautiful young maiden who would wed and have her own children. And Daemon was impatient to see it all happen
Daemon’s breath caught and his throat closed up as her little eyes lazily opened: the softest shade of lilac he’d ever seen with traces of indigo in the irises stared back at him, unfocused and taking in the new things around her
This child was definitely a Targaryen
It was a strange thought that Daemon could love someone else so much. He adored his brothers and Saera because they were family, all spilling forth from the same womb and he loved Aemma and Rhaenyra because they belonged to Viserys
But the tiny creature comfortable in his arms. Daemon couldn’t have been sure Visenya belonged to anyone else. She was His. He was sure of it
“Daemon..” Aemma’s words barely registered in his mind “your brothers want a turn”
“They can wait” Daemon smiled down at the baby in his arms “We’re just getting acquainted, she and I”
By now, her crying and flailing had stopped and Visenya huffed before a tiny yawn left rose shaped lips. Her eyes drooped before they closed and Daemon simply stared as if mapping out her whole life to suit his agenda
When she fell asleep, safe in the arms of an Uncle who’d always love her, Daemon lay her to rest in the crib
“Syz ēdrusi, dōnus riñus”
Sweet dreams, sweet girl
Visenya’s little fingers twitched then settled and Daemon watched for a while until he left the room
