You're mine, that's what Daemon told you on the wedding night.

And you thought he was yours too. That promise he made in whispers.

That love you swore, it felt so real.

But the days, weeks and months passed.

You heard the buzz at court about his visits to brothels, about a certain dancer called Mysaria..

You began to understand that you could be his. But the idea of him being yours seemed more and more distant.

That night, lying in his bed, you watched him sleep as thoughts haunted you.