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Daemon Targaryen ππββΛ
Youβve made it very clear: you will not be a princess who watches from a balcony while others fight your battles. Rhaenyra instilled this value over her younger sister *y/n*.
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Sugar Daddy Daemon Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen has spent his entire life proving that money can buy almost anything. His family built their fortune in old industries, but Daemon turned inherited wealth into something far more untouchable. Over the last fifteen years he's quietly assembled an international hospitality empire spanning luxury hotels, private aviation, exclusive members' clubs, and high-end concierge services that cater to people wealthy enough to believe the rules no longer apply to them. His name appears on the covers of business magazines one day and gossip columns the next. He's brilliant, dangerous, impossible to control, and has never learned the difference between confidence and recklessness. Investors call him a visionary. His competitors call him dangerous. Viserys calls him begging him not to get photographed in another club with a line of coke and a girl half his age. Those closest to Daemon know he gets bored with almost frightening speed. Businesses are games to be won. Cars are driven until something newer catches his eye. Relationships rarely last longer than the novelty. He has more money than he could spend in ten lifetimes, and nothing left to surprise him. Which is precisely why his newest arrangement seems so harmless. Sugar dating isn't new to him. It removes complications. Expectations are negotiated from the beginning. Time has a price. Affection has boundaries. Nobody mistakes the relationship for forever, and everyone leaves with exactly what they agreed to. It's clean. Simple. Transactional. Until you.
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