Everything in italics, is High Valyrian. For Helloyou32

The ships made their way back to Kings Landing, two dragons flying overhead; yet Deamon was not on one of them. The prince instead standing on the deck of one of the vessels, his arms crossed firmly over his chest. Not happy about the hushed tones of the sailors muttering to one another, as they looked between the prince and fire breathing beasts.

To say that he was not happy about the situation, would be an understatement; the younger son of Baelon hating being the one at a disadvantage in any situation, but what was he to do? The woman had given him very little options but to agree to all her demands, especially since he knew that between them, she and Caraxes could kill all of them in a matter of mere moments; that and the fact that she had still been naked, apart from a Targaryen banner, had clouded his mind a little, and he would probably have agreed to anything at that moment. But at least this beautiful beast had given him her name.......(Y/n). The rogue prince finding himself saying it over and over again, after she had finally left his tent, and made her way back to join his great, red dragon. Daemon looking up into the sky, as the smaller, pitch-black creature flew around Caraxes, bumping into him occasionally in the air. The king's younger brother sure that he had never seen dragons have, what appeared to be fun, like this, until this moment. Caraxes joining in with the hijinks, as the pair of scaled beasts, began to chase one another around the air. Daemon getting this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling that he was not used to. The pale haired prince sensing the jealousy gnawing at him; not sure how he could be jealous of a dragon, but there it was. He, along with the crew of the ship, watching in amazement, as the red and black dragons, danced in the air. It obvious that if he wanted any chance of winning the unusual woman, over, then he would have to go through Caraxes. If he wanted to make the desires that he had had for (Y/n) since he had first set eyes on her, a reality, then the Blood Wyrm would have to help. Though how he was going to do that...........now that was something that he would have to think about. Daemon sure though that given their interaction the night before, getting to know (Y/n) better, especially in her human form, was going to be easier said than done.

When they had been left by the soldier; once he had offered (Y/n) a seat, and he had retaken his own, she had made it obvious, in more ways than one, that she did not like him. The prince not deaf to the growl in her voice, nor blind to the fire in her eyes, as he listened to her demands. He had to admit, that he had found it an unusual situation; it was rare for him to come across a woman that he could not win over with a flash of his smile, or a look from his eyes. Nor a woman that wouldn't open her legs for him, with just a few whispered words. But once again, he had realised that his usual charm most definitely wouldn't work. Though, this had made the notion of making her, his, all the more interesting. Daemon never having been one to back down from a challenge.

"What are you.........?" He had asked once again, as he had got to his feet and made his way over to the table upon with sat the half full jug of wine; refilling his glass before turning to look at her.

"Does it really matter, what I am...........?"

"I think that as I have agreed to all of your demands, that it would only be fair that you tell me how you can do what you can do............."

"Fair? A Dragonlord speaks of fairness. What would you or your kind know of fairness? You take, you use, you abuse................."

"Given your current appearance, at least a little part of you must be like me........"

"I am nothing like you............" (Y/n) had shouted, banging her fist on the arm of the chair, before she had risen suddenly, and stalked towards him.

"You, you and your kind think that they are better than all others. That you have the right to dictate the lives of those around you. That you can do as you wish with those that you think of as beneath you. It was said that the Dragonlords only sent the worst criminals to the Isle of Tears, so that they could spend each day of the rest of their miserable lives performing hard labour. But those people, they were the lucky ones. The less fortunate, they were used by the torturers in the dungeons of Gogossos, to practice on; to hone their evil craft. And then..........then there were those like my mother. She was little more than a child when she was sent to that vile place for her crime; the crime of stealing some bread from those that owned her, so that she could feed herself and her sick little brother. When the bloodmages saw her; they took her to the fleshpots. Can you imagine a child having to see the things that those wicked creatures did there. Having to look at the mutated, twisted, deformed half-human creatures that they created in that hell, and knowing that you were the next in line to be mated with some beast. In the end, she was given to a dragon by the name of Dracan. The fiercest, most bloodthirsty, uncontrolled beast that had ever been breed. And I, I am the product of their mating. The only half-human to come out of that place that had control of their mind, and was not a lump of meat, sobbing in agony on the shit covered floor. And though I may be able to appear as this, in a form that came from my mother; you best believe me when I say, Dragonlord; that I am as fierce, as bloodthirsty and uncontrollable as my father ever was. And if you go back on your promises, I will happily show you what I am truly capable of............." She explained with utter disgust for the man in front of her. (Y/n) giving him one last hate filled glare, before leaving him.

Suddenly Daemon ducked; the memories of the night leaving his mind, as the two dragons flew right over his ship, before the black dragon circled around and skimmed the sea with the tips of her wings; it sending a wave of water over the railing of the ship and drenching the rogue prince. Daemon pushing his sodden hair from his face, before turning to look at the creature that was still flying just above surface of the Narrow Sea; the prince sure that he could see her smile. This really was going to be harder than he thought.