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Many people adored Princess Daenemera Velaryon, who at an early age rose to become the most beautiful person in the seven kingdoms.

As soon as she opened her beautiful eyes and smiled, her family and the entire realm fell in love with her.

The small girl was affectionately known as the pearl of the realm. Everyone, whether it was on her name day, during tournaments, or in any other way, gathered to be in her presence. People from great houses, and small houses wanted to see her laugh and smile every chance they could get.

A famous beauty and seductress, Daenemera had a heart-shaped face and stunning black hair. It was claimed that even though she had two mismatched eyes—one bright green, the other dark blue—the "defect" just made her more lovely. 

She received numerous offers.

Men having lost her favor killed themselves. 

Oscar Tully, Davos Blackwood, and Benjicot Blackwood were her most passionate lovers and made half a hundred marriage proposals to her.

Although Daenemera had offered them her bed, she found it more amusing to fuel their jealousy.

Many compared her voice and temperament to the shifting tides of Driftmark, which were rough as a storm-tossed hurricane one minute and gentle as a summer breeze the next. It was like a symphony to enchant the court when she laughed; when she was driven with rage, her words crashed against the stones like waves, harsh and powerful. 

While she was openly modest about her position in life, she was less so about her jewelry. She tended to like golds, rubies, opals, amethysts, and any other gem that grabbed her eye, using them to adorn herself with necklaces, ringlets, and many other accessories.Her wardrobe was similarly impressive; with the vast quantity of clothes she accumulated, Daenemera could undoubtedly outfit every commoner in the seven kingdoms.

From a young age, Daenemera was an avid reader, fluent in several languages, and she curated an extensive and esoteric library. While many tales circulated about her having abilities in the dark arts as well. Daenemera was recognized for wearing a substantial silver necklace adorned with alternating star sapphires and emeralds, which enhanced the uniqueness of her eyes.

'You had the entire realm at your feet, you could convince the dumb cunt lords and their sons into stupidly plunging into depths of death, should you feel like it.' Prince Daemon Targaryen often said  as to remind her just how much of a hold she held over everyone whereas in a way that her mother didn't.

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The Blackwoods were unwaveringly loyal to the queen and had developed a fondness for her daughter, the princess who had captured the affection of the two most significant members of their family. Davos and Benjicot's admiration for her only intensified during the battle as she fought alongside those who gave their lives for the rightful crown. The fiery spirit within her, a true dragon of the sea, was also remarkable and an impressive sight to witness—one they would carry in their memories for the rest of their lives. Initially, Davos Blackwood struggled to comprehend his uncle's obsession and affection for a woman who barely acknowledged him; he had met her once when he pursued Queen Rhaenyra's hand before her marriage to Ser Laenor. His uncle killed Jerrel Bracken to prove his worthiness for Rhaenyra's affection, claiming she had the true blood of the dragon. It struck him as peculiar that even now, he continued to harbor feelings for her. Davos Blackwood was the eldest son with a fierce temperament. Where he embodied fire and chaos, he was impossible to overlook. Anyone could see how, where once there were youthful features, his appearance had sharpened into something devastatingly handsome, and his charm had only deepened with age. His dark curls and smoldering brown eyes, coupled with his confident demeanor, made it no surprise that half the girls in the riverlands were practically vying for his attention. Davos's fighting style reflected his personality; when armored for battle, he was quite formidable, earning the nickname "the blood raven." He hadn't paid much heed to the tales he heard about the young princess Daenemera; his focus was primarily on studying the ways of the old gods and training to become Lord of his house. Once his time arrived, he found he had no interest in the frivolous pursuits that captivated other boys his age. He respected his princess, as others did, but he couldn't quite grasp the unwavering affection his younger brother Benjicot held for her. Benjicot seemed to have inherited that trait from their uncle, both entranced by women who might not even know of their existence; he dismissed it as a simple yearning for something different from the usual riverland girls.

Davos understood the allure. Who could resist? Being wed to such an esteemed lady, one with roots tracing back to old Valyria. He'd heard stories of her beauty and how her mere presence ignited a spark within you. Despite the rumors that many believed her to be the illegitimate offspring of Ser Harwin Strong rather than Laenor Velaryon, Rhaenyra's husband, Lord Corlys Velaryon still harbored a deep affection for his granddaughter. He even went to the lengths of teaching her how to wield a trident, his preferred weapon, and began instructing her in sailing at a tender age, naming her as his heir. Questions arose regarding her true parentage, as many wondered how a man could hold such love for her if she were not truly his blood. It wasn't until he encountered her during her marriage tour in the Riverlands that he had the chance to meet her.

Davos would always remember that day. He was a bundle of nerves. He realized this was the most anxious he had ever felt. And he couldn't quite understand why. Why was he so apprehensive about this woman, who was essentially a stranger to him? All the poise he was known for had completely evaporated when he gazed into the two mismatched eyes of Daenemera.

She was eternal.

Something inexplicably dark arises in my chest. It's black and evil and cruel. Dangerous, even.

All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don't care if they don't fit-I'll fucking make them.

And I know I'm about to do something bad. I know that I'm going to cross lines that I will never be able to come back from just to make her mine, but there's not an ounce of me that cares.

Because I'm obsessed.

I'm addicted.

And I will gladly cross every single line if it means making this girl mine. If it means forcing her to be mine.

My mind has already been made up from the moment those pretty eyes looked at me, the decision fortifying like granite in my brain.

At that moment, her wandering eyes slid right into mine, clashing with a force that nearly sent my knees to the ground. Her eyes round in the corners ever-so-slightly, as if she's just as enraptured by me as I am by her.

And then her guard next to her pulled her attention away, and I know I need to leave now before I do something stupid like kidnap the princess in front of at least fifty wit- nesses.

He didn't come back to reality until his uncle gave him a gentle nudge. "Davos Blackwood, heir to House Blackwood," declared the princess's sworn protector.

She then flashed him that infuriatingly charming smile, and at that moment, he knew he was completely lost.

I want your body pressed up against my heart. I want your hands spreading my thoughts, lingering over the curves of my passions, gripping my hopes, stroking my opinions, and cupping my desires.

I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones. I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears, your passions pressed against my lips, your hopes naked on my skin, your opinions hard under my hands and your desires... I want your desires letting out soft little moans against my soul.

I want you.

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"Yeah." She sulks. "But I still don't want to talk to you."

"You can still use my body heat to calm down."

"You'd allow yourself to be used?"

"By you? Absolutely." And I mean that shit. If this woman asks me to cut  my chest open and show her the organ she's asked for, I'd rip it from its tendons and lay it at her feet.

Her neck reddens, and I swear she's blushing, probably touched.

I'll have her because she's the first thing that made me feel something good in so long, and I've become obsessed with keeping it.

I don't have very many goods in my life, and I don't care if it makes me selfish for wanting to hold on to it.

The only way I'll be able to truly keep her is if she sees me at my worst.

I would rather just off myself than trick Daenemera into loving me as a good man, just to break both of our hearts when she realizes I'm not a good man at all.

So, my obsession with her is just... is what it

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"The truth, princess, is I came back knowing this was what I signed up for. To see you every day and not be able to touch you."

"Kiss you. Claim you."

"I came back despite knowing the torture I'd have to go through because I can't stay away from you. Even when you're not there, you're everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.

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Benjicot Blackwood was the younger one of the two twin boys. In contrast to his older brother, he was characterized by his shy, kind, and sensitive demeanor; however, like Davos, he shed his gentle nature as soon as he donned his armor, earning the name "Bloody Ben." His first experience in battle profoundly affected him; he cried upon witnessing the countless lifeless bodies strewn across the field. Later, he would emerge as a pivotal force for the Blacks and a significant figure in the Dance of the Dragons. His skills with a sword were highly regarded. Unlike his brother, who initially sought vengeance as his motivation, Benjicot's choice to support the Blacks and strive for victory stemmed from his love for Princess Daenemera Velaryon, the woman who held his heart, his hopes, and his honor—the true heir's daughter following the death of King Viserys. He listened to his uncle's stories about Queen Rhaenyra and later, the whispers of her daughter, and he couldn't help but be enchanted by the very idea of her. Envisioning her at Raventree Hall, surrounded by its walls, with a grand stained glass behind her as the orange sunset faded, her figure leaning against the intricately carved bedpost of his chamber, firelight illuminating her form, dressed in a flowing red gown of his house colors, her hair beautifully braided, a pronounced belly cradling new life, as she embroidered a black dragon below the waves, with only the crackling fire accompanying the rapid beating of his heart.

He could remain lost in such thoughts forever. Oh, how he desired that.

When he learned of her upcoming visit to the Riverlands for her marriage tour, he implored his father to allow him to accompany his brother. Lord Blackwood was not taken aback by his son's fervent request. Benjicot struggled to conceal his growing infatuation with the princess; it was a well-known fact, one that had even reached the ears of certain Brackens. Those Brackens made the error of ridiculing him for it. Rather than feeling shame, Benjicot was infuriated by hearing the princess's name come from the lips of a filthy Bracken, considering them unworthy to utter her name; he responded by breaking their jaws with a single punch.

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"I bet you're more than eager to see the princess aren't you Benji?' Oscar asked teasingly as he nudged his friend in the side, chuckling at the sight of his friend's cherry red blush that stretched up towards the tips of his ears. 'Oh look at him Kermit, our precious little Benji boy is blushing about his princess, how sweet. He adds as Kermit smiled at the sight.

'Oh you're right Oscar! The man's cheeks are about as ripe as freshly picked cherries!' Kermit exclaims, unfazed when Benjicot smacks him in the chest, if anything it made the Tully want to tease his lovesick friend even more. 'I bet you thought about her the entire time you were with us, wishing that you'd be with her, probably under the Weirwood tree trading kisses and words of love.'

'Oh piss off the pair of you.' Benji said under his breath as he tried to hide how accurate their words were, he did indeed think of her, especially today the day he will finally get to meet her after months of begging his father to let him to attend.

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He was aware that she might not cast even a fleeting glance in his direction, considering he was merely the second son of a lord, but he could only wish to finally see her. As he stood in line alongside his brother, his anxiety escalated as the line dwindled and they neared their turn. Was this genuinely taking place? The likelihood of her selecting him as her husband was virtually nonexistent. He questioned whether he could endure the pain of rejection from the princess; he wished he had heeded his father's warning about the heartbreak he might encounter. Especially if she chose his brother instead of him. For the first time in his life, Benjicot envied his brother more than anything else in that particular moment. Could he bear the haunting reality of his brother holding in his arms the very woman he had desired for his entire life? Though Benjicot hadn't yearned for many things, this was the one plea he had made to the old gods. As they approached, his heart raced, filled with conflicting emotions; was he excited? Anxious? Both? What if she found him unappealing?

"Davos Blackwood, heir to House Blackwood, and his brother Benjicot Blackwood," they advanced as the guard made the introduction. Benjicot's heart skipped; he felt it thumping wildly in his chest. He swallowed hard to quell the sudden lump in his throat, focusing his eyes on the ground, too anxious to look up; his heart was pounding like a war drum. His hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning pale until he finally gathered the courage to look up and stand tall, his hands held firmly behind his back. She donned a creamy white and lace gown, complemented by cloth-of-silver, adorned with a heavy necklace featuring alternating sapphires and emeralds along with a matching pair of earrings. Her long, slightly curled dark hair was elegantly pulled back by a tiara. With her pale complexion and mismatched eyes—one dark blue and the other bright green—he was utterly captivated. Benjicot stood transfixed, gazing at her as if in a trance. He couldn't help but stare; he had never encountered such beauty. Not a single lady in the Riverlands or anywhere else could rival her; she was an extraordinary vision. He had to consciously shut his mouth as he realized he was gaping; her presence alone was enough to send his heart into a tumultuous frenzy.

Do you know that I never loved anything before I loved you? I didn't know I had a heart at all, until you made it beat. Now that heart belongs to you, and you belong to me, me and nobody else. I'll kill every last green before I let them take you. I will never claim to be Prince Charming, and my love isn't a fairy tale type of love. I'm a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won't write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for. Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you Daenemera.

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"I'm not a jealous man, Daenemera. I have never envied someone for what they have or who they're with, and yet..." My fingers glided down to her wrist. "I'm jealous of every person you smile at..." A brush over her fingers. "Every laugh I don't hear..." My touch dipped to her knee and made a slow, languorous journey up her thigh. "Every breeze that touches your skin and every sound that pours through your lips. It. Is. Maddening."

Her tongue came out to wet her lips, and she never looked as beautiful as she did in that moment, with the moonlight bathing her skin, her two mismatched eyes shining like a million stars, hair cascading around her face like a halo of darkness Daenemera Velaryonwas a work of art.

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"I want to make a few things clear." Benjicot's lips brushed her with each word.

"Touch another man, he dies. Let another man touch you, he dies. Tell me I can't touch you..." His grip tightened on the back of my neck as his voice dropped. "And I will fucking die."

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"Oscar Tully, heir of Riverrun. And the upcoming Lord Paramount of the Riverlands."

Oscar Tully was destined to be the Lord Paramount of the Riverlands and the head of all riverhouses, commanding one of the largest armies in a strategically vital location.

"Princess," he inclined his head respectfully.

The Riverlands were the greatest strength of the Blacks. Oscar Tully's troops would follow his commands; the entire Riverlands would march at his behest, especially since their blood was in his bed.

Oscar couldn't help but wince at the uncertain tremors in his voice; that had to have affected his confidence. He had heard tales of the Princess's beauty; the Queen was famously known as the "Realms Delight." It was said that she not only had a fierce dragon but also a temperament to match. Despite her being a dragon, her grace and beauty sent a chill through the air. The stories about her did not do her justice; she was far more stunning than words could express. Oscar had merely chuckled when his friend Benji would go on about the princess. Though he was not as indifferent as his brother Davos, his fascination was nowhere near that of his dear friend. He knew for certain that Benji was probably ecstatic to be in her presence today. He had felt reluctant to attend, worried that his youth might render him unsuitable for the princess. He was still in the process of honing his skills.

"Thank you, Oscar, for letting me stay in your home and for your warm welcome. It is truly a lovely place," she beamed.

He cleared his throat and managed to squeak out, "You're welcome, princess."

Oscar's heart raced in his throat, pounding in his ears while he felt his bloodstream thrumming throughout his body. His toes and fingertips grew slightly numb, and he exhaled a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. For a moment, he feared he might lose his balance and fall to the ground; his cheeks flushed bright red, resembling a poppy flower.

She was welcome to come whenever she liked; the Tullys had ensured she had the finest room, boasting a view of the water. She could stay, and they could enjoy their time at Riverrun together for as long as she desired. Her dragon would have the entirety of the Riverlands to soar over, and he would command that no man, woman, or child in the Riverlands would dare to harm her or her dragon.

Where the Blackwood brothers embodied fire and chaos, Oscar, though seeming cold or detached, truly had the heart of a dreamer. He was a determined, clever, and unexpectedly assertive young man, who, despite initially appearing shy, aspired to be a respected warrior and was fiercely loyal to Rhaenyra's cause. He possessed kindness and independence, always looking to prove himself to his family. From an early age, Oscar nurtured a dream of being a renowned warrior, a vision that was often overlooked by those around him. Even in his youth, Oscar displayed a strategic mindset, earning the respect of the lords of the Riverlands. He was patient and calculated, biding his time for the right moment, as demonstrated by his pursuit of a betrothal to Princess Daenemera. His youthful appearance would soon sharpen into something more striking, highlighted by his piercing blue eyes and his knack for knowing exactly the words to say — a unique kind of charm that drew people in. Oscar had always been the reflective one, the quieter spirit who gazed at the world with cautious curiosity.

Riverrun was his home, and he took pride in his house and his place within it, making a silent vow that as long as he lived, and even beyond, Princess Daenemera would always have a place in his keep. There would always be a seat by her hearth, and a warm bed beneath his roof, he pledged to her. By the old gods and the new, he would gladly care for her and her dragon, ensuring her safety; if she wished to see no greens again, he would affix a thousand scorpion bolts to Riverrun's walls and strike down any other dragon that dared to fly over his lands. She would never have to fear their words or flinch from the states of others, and each day he would remind her of all the qualities that made her so beautiful and invaluable, beyond just her blood, hair, or gender.

I never believed in love. Never wanted it. I didn't see the practical value and, to be honest, I was doing just fine without it. But then I met you. Your smile, your strength, your intelligence and compassion. Even your stubbornness and hardheadedness. You filled a part of my soul I always thought would be empty, and you healed scars I never knew existed. And I realized...it's not that I didn't believe in love before. It's that I was saving it all for you.

You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and to call you the love of my life does not do justice to how much I love you. My existence doesn't make sense without you by my side.

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Prince Aemond Targaryen clenched his fists. "I do care for her, she's-"

"Not yours," Oscar finished. "They're my rings on her fingers. It's my name she will take. It's my bed she warms. She is mine. So whether you care for her or not isn't fucking relevant."

Aemond swallowed. "She was mine to take."

"And you should have taken her when you had the chance then. You didn't. That was your mistake."

Oscar stepped closer. "But let's make one thing clear. She was never yours to even begin with. And never will be. "

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Kiss me."

"Why?"

"It's been three days."

"That's your fault," she sassed.

The hand on her waist tightened.

"Kiss me, princess."

She didn't understand why he insisted but she kissed him.

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Authors note:

Hey guys I'm so excited to start this new story with everyone and yes I will continue to write with my other story it just HOTD has really been my new obsession and I've had all these new ideas to write about.

Also yes I know the similarities between Daenemera and Shiera Seastar her character was inspired by her Shiera is my favorite Targaryen/non Targaryen character.

Also warning Daenemera will have her flaws keep in mind hers not an over all good person! I know I'm going to have to say this and remember everyone because some of you will not agree with the things she has done or will do but keep in mind this is purely fiction so with that being said I hope you guys enjoy❤️.