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.
Daemon had so many goals, he had planned to cast down the king and get married and have children, rebuild Duskindale and live there with Lysa and Lyanna and perhaps a few others. But as he looked down at the trembling form of Elia he found that those goals no longer mattered, he couldn't sit there and watch his friend die.
Rhaella and Ashara watched in horror as the Maester approached Elia and cut away the part of her gown that hid her stomach. They watched as the maester took his blade and made the incision towards the bottom, and they watched in shock as Elia did not scream out in pain, nor did blood rush out of the wound much to their bafflement.
Elia most of all was confused as she no longer felt any pain at all, she didn't feel the pain of the blade carving into her nor the pain from her contractions she looks over to Daemon who smiles at her "I told you it would be fine Elia..." he says shakily.
All her questions and thoughts are thrown to the back of her mind when he says her name "You finally said my name" she said with a smile.
However Elia is brought out of her thoughts when she hears Ashara scream, she looks towards her and sees her looking towards Daemon and so she looks back, she hadn't noticed till now but blood was pouring through his pure white tunic soaking it while he tried to hold it.
"I shouldn't of worn white today," he said in a joking manner.
Ashara and Rhaella both run over to Daemon they move his hand away and lift his shirt, blood is pouring from a long incision at the bottom of his stomach, Rhaella gasps as she knows what this is "You stupid boy! Stop using it you'll kill yourself!" She shouts pleadingly.
Ashara did not know what was going on and cried while she attempted to hold his wound shut, blood spurting all over her hands.
Daemon had used his healing ability on Elia. Healing abilities were 1 in 10,000,000 because they were risky and could more often than not harm the user, and in a world governed by self-interest, not many people would dedicate themselves to making such an ability. Daemon's ability had evolved to allow him to heal, however, the reason he didn't use it on Grievous wounds was because they were all transferred to him no matter the wound.
However he couldn't bare to see Elia die and so he risked his life to save her, not many people could survive having their belly sliced open, but he knew he had a better chance than her.
Elia looked to Daemon realising he must be the one responsible "Stop it... please, I don't want this..." she says tearfully.
"It will be fine I promise," he says to her gritting his teeth through the pain, Ashara grabbed some of the maester's supplies and tried to stitch his wounds but the blood pouring out as well as her shaky hands made it too difficult.
Elia goes to protest again but is distracted by the sound of crying, they all look towards the Maester who has in his arms a babe, he cuts the cord and wraps the babe in a blanket before approaching Elia and handing the babe to her.
"A healthy young girl Princess," he says with a smile.
Elia forgets everything happening around her as she sees the baby girl with a fluff of dark hair upon her head and striking violet eyes, she had never felt as happy as she did right now as she stared at her babe.
"What shall her name be" She hears Daemon ask from beside her in a strained voice.
"Rhaenys... Rhaenys Targaryen" she says with a smile as she stares into the eyes of her babe.
Now that the babe had been taken out Daemon grunted as he uses his ability to its full, it had taken masterful control of his aura and ability to allow Elia to be cut but not bleed out, now he used his ability to its fullest potential and her wound seemingly sealed by itself while Daemons opened up wider.
He then used 'Suppression' just before he passed out from blood loss, he could only hope that his aura kept him alive as he slumped back in his chair the screams of the girls echoing in the background.
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Daemon awoke in pain. It felt nostalgic as it had been quite a long time since he had been injured badly enough that he had to be confined to bed. He looked under the blankets and saw that his stomach had been bandaged, he lifted the bandages slightly and saw the cut scabbed over but still looking fresh, he got out of bed and stood.
He carefully stretched his body not wishing to reopen his wound "Can't imagine Lysa or Lyanna would've been happy if I'd died" he said much to his amusement.
His body felt strong so he must've been out for less than a week, he slowly threw on a tunic and some breeches and boots.
He hoped that Elia had recovered well and that the baby was healthy, he'd visit them soon but first, he had to get some food as he felt starved.
'And a bath too...' he thought as he sniffed himself.
The corridors seemed pretty empty as he made his way through the Red Keep which he found strange. He finally made his way to the kitchen and found it empty which was even stranger.
'Mayhaps I did die, must have gone to the seven hells if my afterlife is Kings Landing' he thought to himself as he grabbed some meat off a plate and started gorging on it, drinking from a pitcher of milk as well.
After eating his fill he stood and left the kitchen only to run into Lewyn who looked surprised to see him, he then got a tear and pulled him into a hug which slightly hurt because of his wound.
"Thank you Daemon! I had thought Elia lost! If you have any request Dorne will answer I make this guarantee!" He says rapidly speaking.
Daemon grabs him and pushes him back slightly "Calm my friend, stop speaking such nonsense, the Princess is a good friend I do not seek to be rewarded for helping her"
Lewyn wiped his eyes as he smiled "She said as much, but the offer will remain regardless"
There were many things Daemon wished to ask "Where is everyone Lewyn? I have not seen a single servant since leaving my chambers," he asked with some mild confusion.
Lewyn's good mood seems to disappear "The Red Keep was attacked a few days after you had fallen unconscious, a group calling themselves the Kingswood Brotherhood tried to kidnap the princess once again but were stopped by the Lord Commander, instead they kidnapped Lord Sumner Crakehall and a few other noble ladies.
"Is the Princess okay?" He asked getting a nod back from the Kingsguard, which makes Daemon breathe a sigh of relief.
"The King is putting all the Servants and guards who were on duty on trial, if he does not like their explanation he executes them on the spot" Lewyn says with a grim expression on his face.
Daemon curses as he pushes his hair behind his ears and tries to think of what to do, though he finds himself coming up with nothing. But he walks towards the throne room anyway, with Lewyn following close behind.
"What do you plan to do?" He asks with a look of confusion.
"I'll let you know when I find out," he says with a smirk.
(AN: So Daemon healed her… damn sounds a bit plot armourery to me. Sorry but that's just the kind of guy I am. I'm sure those who've read my other stories know I never kill any important characters… ever.)
Support or aerys gets plot armour.
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