𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

The Rogue City

As Daenera entered Daemon Targaryen's chambers, she was immediately struck by the intensity in his eyes. He had just taken King's Landing, and now he was summoning her to his side.

"Daenera," Daemon said, his voice low and dangerous. "I need your help."

Her heart quickened. She knew that Daemon was not a man to be trifled with, and she had heard rumors of the terrible things he had done to those who crossed him not to mention the brutal revenge he brought upon her son. But she also knew that she had little choice but to obey him.

"What do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I need you to help me set a trap for your husband, Aemond," Daemon said, his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her skin. "He is a threat to me and to everything that I have worked for. But he is also a threat to you, my dear. He will stop at nothing to take you back."

She hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "I can not betray my husband. Aemond may have made mistakes, but he is still the father of my child and -"

Daemon cut her off, turning her around and placing his hands on her waist. He leaned in close, whispering into her ear, "Daenera, you know what Aemond is capable of. You've seen it firsthand. Do you truly believe that he won't betray you as well?"

"I cannot do it, my prince," she said, her voice shaking. "I will not betray Aemond."

Daemon's grip on her waist tightened as he leaned in even closer, his hot breath on her neck. "You are the only one who can help me. You are the key to our victory. Think of your child, think of the future that you could build together. It's what you've always dreamed of, isn't it?"

Daenera closed her eyes for a moment, trying to clear her head. She could feel Daemon's words sinking in, tempting her with the promise of power and security. But she knew that it was wrong, that she could not simply abandon Aemond.

"I cannot do it, Daemon," she said, her voice firm. "I will not betray my husband."

"You have a chance to stand with me, to be a part of something great. But you if you chose the path of weakness and cowardice. And when the time comes and the battle lines are drawn, I will remember where your loyalties lie. Aemond is a fierce warrior," Daemon said, his voice low and dangerous. "But even the strongest warriors have weaknesses. I need you to tell me his."

"I will never betray my husband," Daenera spat, her eyes flashing with anger. When will you accept that?"

Daemon chuckled darkly, his face close to hers. "Oh, I think you will," he said, his breath hot on her skin. "You see, I have been studying Aemond for some time now, and I have come to the conclusion that you are his weakness."

Het eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"You are the only person in the world that Aemond truly cares for apart from your son," Daemon said, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "If anything were to happen to you, he would be devastated. So I need you to tell me his weakness, or I will have to find another way to make him suffer."

Daenera felt sick to her stomach. She had always known that she was important to her husband, but she had never thought that her love for him could be used against him in this way.

"I don't know what you want from me," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't know his weakness."

"Then I will have to find it myself," Daemon said with a cruel smile.

Daemon spun her around and held onto her waist, pressing his body against hers. Daenera could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek, and she recoiled from his touch.

Daemon was much stronger than her, and he held her tight against him, his grip unyielding.

"I will never betray my husband," Daenera said, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "And I will never let you use me against him."

Daemon chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing down her back. "Oh, I think you will," he said. "You see, I know how much you love him. And I know that you would do anything to protect him. Including betraying him."

Daenera's eyes widened in shock. "You're wrong," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Am I?" Daemon said, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck. "Think about it. Think about what Aemond means to you. What you would do to keep him safe. And then tell me that you wouldn't do anything to protect him."

She felt a lump form in her throat as she thought about her husband. She loved him more than anything in the world, and she would do anything to keep him safe. But betraying him... she couldn't even fathom it.

"I will never betray him," she said, her voice stronger this time. "Not even for you."

Daemon's grip on her tightened, and his eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that," he said. "We'll see just how strong your love for him really is."

Daemon pinned her against the wall, his body pressing against hers.

"Daemon, please," she begged, her voice trembling. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to tell me Aemond's weakness."

Daenera shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. "I can't," she said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don't lie to me, Daenera," he said. "I know you love him. And I know that you would do anything to protect him. So just tell me what I want to know, and I promise I won't hurt you."

Daenera felt a lump form in her throat as she thought about her husband. She loved him more than anything in the world, and she would do anything to keep him safe. But betraying him... she couldn't even fathom it.

"I won't do it," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I won't betray him."

Daemon's grip on her tightened, and he pressed his body harder against hers. "Aemond is a fool to think that he can protect you. He can't even protect himself. And when he falls, you will fall with him. Unless you tell me what I want to know."

Daenera felt a tear roll down her cheek as she realized the truth of his words. Aemond was a fierce warrior, but he was not invincible. And if she didn't do something to protect herself, she would be at the mercy of her Daemon's cruel intentions.

"I can't," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daemon's eyes flashed with anger, and he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against hers.

His grip on Daenera loosened as she whispered the words he had been waiting for. His eyes narrowed, taking in every detail of her face as he considered her revelation. Aemond's temper - it was a weakness he could exploit. The thought gave him a sense of satisfaction, but he knew he had to be careful. He couldn't let anyone know that he had this information.

"Thank you, Daenera," Daemon said softly, releasing her and stepping back. "You've been very helpful."

She looked up at him, her eyes still wet with tears. "What are you going to do to him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daemon smiled, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. "Don't worry about that," he said. "Just know that you've done a good thing."

He leaned in and kissed her cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling away. As he turned to leave, he looked back at her once more. "And Daenera," he said, "if anyone asks, you never saw me here."

(For any future comments. No, Daemon does not rape her)