Daemon had many and yet few he could trust, there was one girl he believed to be his closest companion, a loyal and true friend. He found himself very close to her, and he would have been a loyal and true friend to her aswell.

But then, his father wed her. His father took his closest friend to wed, a greedy man his father was. And it made Daemon more furious than ever. Because it made him begin to believe that she had used him, used him so that she could become a Queen.

She tried to visit him like usual, although he avoided her. But when she finally managed to corner him, he grew ill-tempered and eventually lashed out at her. Daemon stared her down, jaw clenched.

"How long?"

Daemon snapped, one of his hands resting on the pommel of his sword, his gaze filled with fury. Rather than allowing her to answer, to question the meaning of his words, he snapped again.

"How long have you been using me, to gain favor with my father."

Daemon gritted his teeth. Daemons father was known to be a lustful and greedy man, but Daemon was too angered to blame him, instead, all his blame fell to her.

"How long have you been his whore!"

Daemon spat, his heart aching with hurt and rage. He wanted to scream at her for days on end, but he also wanted to cry and ask her why she tried to feign being his friend. Of course, it was all accusations. Daemon was struggling to cope.

And his brain may very well have made up a lie. It was up to her to make him truly see the truth of it.