"Do you wish for me to leave?"
"I do not," he said as he leaned his head back rubbing it against her own. She removes her head from his shoulder and stands up, Daemon hears fabric hit the floor and gulps, he sees the slender body of Ashara step into the large bath, she has lightly tanned skin a slim stomach and an average set of breasts with dark nipples. She sits upon Daemon's thighs and cups his face, her eyes can only be defined as haunting, a soft purple that seems to glow ethereally.
"I shan't make dishonour yourself until you ask me to" she whispers as she leans in close to him not quite pressing herself against him, leaving a gap so they were barely touching. She let her face get close to his own as their lips barely brush against each other, their breath mingles together and Daemon barely manages to hold onto his composure, he had long since given up on controlling his cock, it had gotten stiff the moment she started drawing circles into his chest. Ashara felt his cock pressed against her belly but made no move to grind against it or touch it, in her little game he would have to take her himself or not at all.
"You're beautiful..." Daemon whispers to her as her lips once again brush closely to his.
"Am I more beautiful than your betrothed?" She whispers back with a smirk.
"I love the Sky and I love the Sea, you could not make me decide which I would want to go without" he replies much to her amusement.
"Oh? So you cannot go without me?" She asked in a mock sweet voice.
Daemon smiles "I cannot... you are one of the reasons I have not left this place" he whispered.
Ashara moved back slightly and struggled to the point she shook slightly "Kiss me..." she says pleadingly.
Daemon who equally struggles shakes his head "We both know it would not stop at a simple kiss"
Ashara sighs and finally closes the distance placing her body fully onto him, she couldn't break him this time either. Her breasts and nipples pressed into his chest as she lay her head on his shoulder once more. She started tracing circles once more on his chest "One day you will break your honour for me as you did for the Queen, she whispers into his ear and kisses his cheek"
She then lays her head back down and they both enjoy the bath and each other's company until the water starts to cool and even after that, her naked body pressed against his own was something he savoured. It did amuse him somewhat that for years he had voluntarily subjected himself to the king's various tortures with no doubts but it only took the touch of a woman he cared deeply for to almost forget his honour.
He did care deeply for Ashara but Lysa and Lyanna did not know of her and he did not wish to start something that they may be unhappy with, it would be unfair to all parties involved. He still dreaded the conversation he'd have to have with them about his night with the Queen, something he dared not put into any letters.
Daemon notices that Ashara had fallen asleep and smiles before picking her up and lifting her out of the bath in a bridal carry, he takes her into his room attached to the bathing room and places her in his bed before covering her.
He goes to leave but hesitates for a second, he turns around and pecks her on the lips, her lips felt softer than anything he'd ever felt and he wanted to stay like that forever. He removed his lips and dressed himself before slipping out of the room, he'd requested no one enter his room should he not answer a knock so he hoped it would be enough to hide her.
He didn't see the small smile that appeared on Ashara's face when he left.
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(One Month Later)
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" they heard Elia scream from outside, it made Daemon pale as he stood outside of the room with Arthur Dayne and Lewyn Martell, Elia's uncle.
Daemon looked to Arthur "Where is Rhaegar he should be here?" He asked and the Kingsguard just sighed.
"He believes he has found what he is looking for and asked he not be distracted" Arthur replied.
Daemon frowned and goes to walk passed him but is stopped when the man grabs his shoulder "Do you truly believe you'll get him out of that library?" He asked and Daemon sighed before shaking his head and going back to his spot on the wall.
"While he may be a good Prince he is a piss poor husband" Lewyn commented surprising Daemon, he had never heard a bad word about the royal family out of his mouth before now.
Arthur claps him on the back "I know you're worried but careful of your words, someone who is more paranoid may take them as treason"
"She's been in there for an entire day! And he has not shown once! His wife and child are at risk and he's in the library reading old scrolls" he shouts with rage in his voice.
Daemon puts his hand on the man's shoulder "He should be here, but Arthur is right, careful with your words lest they be heard by the wrong people"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she screams once again even louder, it makes Daemon want to rush in but they were practically ordered by Ashara and the Maester to stay outside, a bunch of lumbering knights wasn't what she needed at the moment.
The door opens and they all stand to attention, Ashara comes outside with tear-filled eyes, and her hands trembling as she tried to speak. Arthur grabbed them "Ashara what is happening," he says sternly.
She shakes her head and swallows her spit before speaking "It's not good, the babe won't come out, the Maester says they will both die unless he cuts the babe from her belly, I was told to ask Rhaegar" she says her voice shaking as tears pour down her face.
Lewyn himself loses his composure and puts his hand to his mouth as his tears fall and he walks away leaning against the opposite wall "I'll go, stay with Arthur" Daemon stated as he hid his true feelings behind a facade.
He walked through the corridors to the library feeling like he must be in a dream, he did not expect Elia's Labour to be so difficult, she handled carrying the babe well enough. He approached the doors to the library and opened them, he was hit in the face with the musty smell of books and parchment.
He walked further and was met with the candlelight of Rhaegar as he closely studied an old parchment with more attention than he'd even given his closest friends.
He walks up to the table and Rhaegar looks up at him and smiles "Ah Daemon, I'm glad you're here, I am so close to making a breakthrough, it all started with The Pact on the Isle of Faces, I don't know why I didn't see it before-"
Daemon looks at him with an emotionless expression "Do you know your wife is giving birth at this very moment"
Rhaegar frowned at the interruption but let it slide "I am aware, Arthur let me know before he left, I wouldn't be much help so I don't see a reason to be there"
Daemon couldn't help but clench his fists, he would have thought that a husband would want to be there for his wife but he supposed Rhaegar wasn't like other men "Your wife is dying and your babe might too, the Maester would like you to decide on whether he should cut into her belly to free the babe"
Rhaegar who had looked back down at the parchment didn't even look up when he replied "Do it" he says without even thinking about it.
Daemon grinds his teeth "Do you not think that you should be present? Your wife will die once he does so"
"A sad affair but it seems the gods have decided it so and I am just a man so her death will not be changed by my presence. Please tell the Maester my decision on my behalf" Rhaegar states simply before going back to reading.
Daemon clenches his fists and finds himself walking towards Rhaegar intent on punching him in the face and snapping him out of whatever kind ailment he had.
"Daemon..."
"Would you please do as I asked..."
Daemon found his rage dissipating as he calmed down, he nodded his head before he turned around and left the library heading back towards Elia's chambers. He could still hear screams echo through the corridors of the Red Keep.
When he arrived back in front of the doors to her chambers he found that Rhaella had come as she was concerned by the screams as well as the time it had taken for her to give birth. Stood with her was Ser Barristan who looked equally as worried, not even on the battlefield had he heard screams as loud as those that came from her chambers.
They all saw Daemon approach and Rhaella frowned "Where is Rhaegar"
"He has asked me to convey his wishes to the Maester, and that the babe should be cut out, but stated his presence would not help as he would be too upset to see his wife in such a condition" Daemon lied though for what reason he didn't know.
He ignored any questions they might have and stepped passed them and walked into her chambers, Ashara followed close behind allowing Rhaella in before closing the door behind them.
Daemon found his facade cracking slightly as he saw the pale form of Elia on her bed her hair wild and untamed, sweat pouring down her face, her legs spread open wide and the Grand Maester who looked tired himself was sitting on a chair looking lost.
Daemon walked to the side of the bed grabbing a chair and sat next to Elia "You look well Princess" he said with a small smile as he takes her hand in his.
Elia grunted in pain before returning a tired smile "It seems even now I can't escape such titles" she says weekly.
Daemon smiled as he laughed a bit though his eyes started to water, he turns to see Rhaella whispering while Ashara cries with her hands over her mouth.
Elia sees it as well "I wish I could've been able to see my babe at least once..."
She then turns to Daemon "I don't want to die" she says weakly as tears fall down her face.
Daemon grips her hand tighter and tries to smile "You'll be fine" he says.
Elia smiles weakly "You are a good man Daemon... but that makes you a horrible liar"
"My Lord we must start now lest we lose them both," the Maester said with a grin expression as he wielded a sharpened blade that he had heated over the brazier.
Daemon feels his facade crumble as tears openly fall down his face, he feels Elia grip his hand tighter as she looks at the blade but she steels herself "I'm afraid Daemon... promise me you'll stay"
"Until the very end," he whispers.
(AN: So it looks like things are not going well for Elia and her husband just doesn't care, ah well not like he can do anything. Anyway I'm sure there are plenty more Dornish baddies in the sea.)
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