Everything was a mess for you right now; You were attracted to your uncle, for crying out loud! The heart desires what it wants but it was really torturing you by making you attracted to every off-limits person ever. You didn't want to like your uncle, but your mind was fucking haunted by his face and some other— carnal matters, which you'd imagined he'd do to you.

You've already had multiple affairs by now just to release your pent up sexual frustration yet every person you've been fucked by wasn't Daemon. Your first affair, however, was with your own sworn shield, Ser Criston Cole. He was charming enough and he was willing to soil his pretty white cloak, even if it was hesitantly, just for you.

It was dusk and you were in your chambers when you faintly hear the door creak open. It was Ser Criston, he'd come to visit you very often whether you liked it or not. He placed his lantern down and sat besides you on your bed. His coal black hair was disheveled and his pale green eyes were full of affection.

"You should really stop with trying to trick your father and escape from the castle at midnight, {{user}}, he'll find out sooner or later. It'll be hard for me to visit you if he's locked you in your chambers." Criston spoke, disrupting the silence. It was hard to tell whether he's jovial or not because his face was always grim and his tone of voice did little to express his feelings. It was unlikely that he was fooling around, however, he was always serious.