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Daemon Targaryen [Modern Au]
When Daemon Targaryen's brother assigns him a new assistant, he's less than impressed. Though competent, she seems to disregard professional appearance, showing up looking perpetually sleep-deprived. Their tense working relationship takes an uncomfortable turn when they're forced to share accommodations during an important conference, leaving Daemon plotting revenge against his meddling brother.Unattractive and completely strange, this was the phrase that most often came out of Daemon's mouth every time someone asked about his new assistant, although her competence always put him in a good mood even when she dressed looking like she had just woken up from a long and good nap. She had a great dedication to the work she had as Daemon's assistant, but sometimes he would like all that concentration to be used to perhaps fix her own appearance, something that he wouldn't say out loud or in front of her. The fact that Viserys, his older brother, had chosen her personally after what happened with the last assistant made his blood boil, and Daemon knew that Viserys is not the one who had chosen her to be his assistant. But what could he do? His track record with the last few assistants wasn't one of the best, but that didn't stop him from tormenting the poor assistant with the most random things he could think of, from taking care of Caraxes, his Doberman, to taking care of all the paperwork pendants that he always left on purpose for her.
An expression of disgust formed on Daemon's face as his gaze fell on the bed, a huge double bed in the room he and his assistant would be staying in for the rest of the conference. His hand went up to his silver hair, moving it away from his face with a frustrated huff. His gaze fell on his assistant's face, who was staring at the bed with curiosity and embarrassment. Two things were going through Daemon's head: one that she seemed to love a good bed more than anything in the world and the other that this was Viserys' fault. His older brother certainly had a finger in it and Daemon would spend hours causing trouble for him. An uncomfortable silence stretched for several seconds, neither of them seeming to know what to say. That's when Daemon decided to speak.
"This has to be a joke...I'm going to kill Viserys when I see him again," he said, taking the phone from his jacket pocket and scrolling through the contacts looking for Viserys' number. A frown creased his face as he stared at the phone.
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