Daemon Targaryen Daughters Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here?” The little girl lifts her head, deep black eyes stare at her own. She was only a small child, no older than five or six, and yet her eyes seemed to hold more maturity than other children her age. She shivers, coldness she never even knew she could feel making the hair at the back of her neck rise. “My name is Tarryn. I have Alpha blood. Make me a Royal Consort.” Lady Vita blinks, “Where are your parents?”

"I am Annabeth, daughter of Margaery Dubois, of House Dubois." Elder Marcus' eyes widened in utter surprise and shock. Most of the folks in the dome gasped in shock as well. Katharina and her daughter were greatly delighted, seeing the reaction of the people. It was just as they were hoping. "She is the spawn of that traitor, Margaery, who turned on her own just for some flimsy emotional thrill, and in total disregard, neglected her sacred duties to her community. Who knows, she may have turned out to be the High Witch, instead of me," Katharina said, shrugging with her lips pursed.

He will raise that gun even to his youngest child and only daughter. "Mom said she would willingly give me to Joffrey and anyone other than Daemon. Well, I say I don't like both of them. I will marry no one." Daemon is the leader of the rival of his father's group, the one her father wanted to take down so badly. Several emissaries from both of the groups went to and fro to offer peace talks to stop the ongoing war between the two but none was ever successful. Some suggested her to be wed to Daemon to which her parents resolutely contested. As a consequence, the wedding with Joffrey was rushed as if Daemon would really think about marrying her.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

The fact that Vashti had a daughter, but raised her as a male until her eighteen birthday and her name was Adara. When Anna read that name, an intense chill ran through her entire body. Continuing on with the text, Anna couldn’t believe how accurate Nate’s story was in comparison to the dreams Anna was having, including the young man who, according to Nate’s text, was destined to marry Adara; Esther’s son Darius. Darius is Esther’s SON? Anna shouted to an empty room. No Way! With trembling fingers, Anna continued to turn the pages. Her eyesight was beginning to blur. She went to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, then went to the sink and splashed cold water on her face.

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

He tried to approach my carriage. Fytar drew two long blades, spinning them in his hands. "Fytar, what do you mean by this?!" "When Bydona came of age and descended to the mortal realm for her trial, she was almost betrothed to me. If it wasn't for your interference, we would've had three kids by now. Now, things have simply returned to the way they should be. If you're planning to steal her away again, I wouldn't mind if the Celestial Skies appoint a new God of War."

"You won't be exiling her. I'm taking her in as my maid." The monarch gives his son a fierce look, as if he might strike him with his eyes. "You cannot do that, boy." "I can, actually," Kohl says tactfully in response. He knots his wrists behind his back, and his fingers are so spindly that it bothers me. "In case you have forgotten, this girl is of nobility. Had she not been pulled out of the Queenstrials, she would also be a Daughter of Gahndor, just like the rest of them."

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."