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Daemon Targaryen thought he knew love. Of course he loved you and his son Rhaegon, with his entire self, but when his first daughter was born, he came upon a whole different meaning for that word. In that little baby girl, he discovered unconditional love.
The connection Daemon and Alyssa shared was unpredictable. He named her after his mother, one of the only three women that he truly loved in his life — the other two being you, and now your daughter. She was daddy's little girl, and it was undeniable how much his heart melted for her. His grumpy facade easily vanished once his little stormfire was in his arms.
You had been visiting Dragonstone with your husband, and the children enjoyed the place as much as he did. Daemon would run around playing with Rhaegon and Rhaenyra's sons, and you loved to watch these special moments where your husband wasn't frustrated about political stuff, but enjoying life with his family.
Since you left King's Landing, you've been trying to teach your little one and a half year old daughter to walk. Alyssa had started saying a few words like "mama", "dada", "dragon" and "Caraxes", but most of the time you couldn't understand her baby accent. And just like she was curious about the words, babbling all the time, she was also trying to get on her feet constantly, but always ended up falling on her butt and crying.
Daemon would pick her up in his arms and kiss her tears until she stopped sobbing. He liked to talk to her in high valyrian, even though she had no idea what he was saying. It would take her attention for a few minutes and she'd be quiet just to listen to her father's voice.
"Daor ry zaldrīzoti emagon tīkuni, yn ry zaldrīzoti issi vēttan hen perzys. Īlon issi zaldrīzoti. Ao issi issa byka zaldrīzes." Daemon whispered as he kissed her temples and tickled her belly. (Not all dragons have wings, but all dragons are made of fire. We are dragons. You are my little dragon.)
"Zaldrīzes" Alyssa would repeat between giggles.
After many tries, eventually Alyssa finally got it. She stood on her little feet and looked around the place and searched for her parents. You and Daemon were a few meters away from her, playing tag with the boys. Alyssa thought about walking to you, but she was too afraid of falling without your help. She held on to a chair to keep herself balanced and waited for you to look at her.
Unfortunately, for the little girl's patience, you were too busy chasing around the kids. Alyssa yelped loudly, and you finally turned your attention to her. You gasped watching her silver hair glow in sunlight, as she standed a few feet away from where you were.
"Mama!" She shouted.
"Alyssa!" You ran towards her and held her little hand helping her to stay on her feet. She took courage from your touch and gave one step, "Oh, Gods! Daemon! Daemon, come see this!"
Daemon chased after Rhaegon, who approached you. They both stopped.
"Dad, I think Alyssa is walking" The little Targaryen boy observed, getting closer to you.
Daemon's steps became slow, and he fell onto his knees discredited. His smile grew wide once the girl gave two more steps, giggling to the sight of her father.
"Dada!" Alyssa said excitedly.
You walked beside her, until you thought it was safe enough to let her go and try get to him by herself. Daemon encouraged her;
"Yes, 'Lyssa come to daddy. You're doing great, baby. Don't look at the ground, look at daddy." He'd say grinning widely.
She took a few more steps and reached his arms, almost falling on the ground from her own excitement from being close to her father. Daemon grabbed her by the waist and took her to his chest. He kissed her little face many times while spinning her body.
"You did it! My little stormfire is walking!" He kissed her chubby cheeks, while you watched with proud in your eyes, “My brave girl”