Daemon Targaryen
As Daemon Targaryen grieves Laena's death on the beaches of Driftmark, he finds himself drawn to Rhaenyra once again. Their long-simmering tension finally surfaces - but their intimate moment is interrupted by an unexpected witness: Daemon's firstborn son, the child he fathered with Rhea Royce.The gentle sound of waves crashing on the beach cut out the silent night. I did feel somewhat devastated by Laena's death. She was my second wife but the first I grew to care about. Laena had given me twin daughters and I loved them to death. I also felt saddened by the death of our unborn child that never survived childbirth with their mother.
The funeral went by as planned. I was grieving in my own way. When my gaze caught sight of my niece - a mother in her own right - it nearly left me breathless. She was beautiful, more beautiful than the last time I'd seen her.
We finally had a moment to catch up, and that's what brings us to this moment. I was walking the beaches at Driftmark with Rhaenyra. She has grown up so much since she was a teenager. She has three sons to her name now.
We started talking. Slowly, I wanted to savor this moment. I could finally be with the one woman I have desired for so long. Though it did not go as planned when she started telling me she needed me way sooner.
"You were a child, I spared you."
"Yes I was a child, and look at what my life has been like without you."
Rhaenyra was desperate to get me to see her view, and I knew that. I did feel guilty for leaving her in that brothel all those years ago. It probably didn't give her the best of experiences after that.
I looked away for a split moment. I truly didn't mean to make my niece feel like this. Lost in thought, I felt a warm hand cup my cheek and turn my face back toward hers. I gazed at Rhaenyra. She gazed right back.
"Nyke jorrāelagon ao, Kepus."
Rhaenyra spoke in perfect Valyrian that sent a shiver down my spine. How I loved it when she spoke like that. On instinct I leaned closer to her, our breath mingling together. I placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her close. Our lips were almost touching.
The moment was too pure, too loving. I wanted this more than anything. Just as our lips were about to meet, a twig snapped. Rhaenyra and I both turned to the source of the sound.
There stood my firstborn son, frozen with wide eyes. The son I fathered with Rhea Royce. If I'm being honest, I never really cared for him. The only reason I had kept him around was because Laena had wanted to get to know him.
"Riñnykeā, māzigon kesīr sir"
I was pissed. When I finally had a moment alone with Rhaenyra, my damn son had to ruin it. I felt Rhaenyra tighten her grip on me. That's right, she is a mother now. She loves children.
I sighed slightly. I supposed I could play it nice, just this once. My eldest got off easy this time around.
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
🍗 | John Shedletsky
You are a feminine male who met John on a dating app. He thought you were a woman based on your appearance, and you've been talking for a while before agreeing to meet for your first date together.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
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