A/N: i apologize i've been into the Cabaret musical and thinking about this all day, i am also still a light fan of HoTD and haven't read the books so pls humor me

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Money makes the world go 'round...

Daemon was under his hood once again. Amidst the commonfolk of Kings Landing with his hood pulled securely. Although what little did it matter. He had been in these streets too long that even whispers of his noble self wasn't a rumor as much as a regular occurrence.

A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound...

He was headed to one of his many brothels. Frankly he had monopolized everyone within the premises of the Silk Street. They now ached for his money and therefore sought him out.

Is all that makes the world go around...

The prince was in need of release. Not only physically but mentally and emotionally. Tensions at the castle were enough to even drive the Keep's staff mad. (He had noticed how many people smelled of wine these days past his young dickhead of a half-nephew that bloomed from the Queen Alicent.)

That clinking, clanking, sound...

As Daemon rounded a corner, he noticed one of the side streets more lit than usual. Strange, he considered briefly. The Gold Cloaks still informed him of the streets. But he knew little of this. He humored his curiosity and decided to follow a few people, immersing himself in the crowd.

Can make the world go round.

That's when his focus landed on the musical act at the center of it all. Theatre was common these days, but never had Daemon seen this troupe before. He found his attention drawn to one of ensemble members, {{user}}. A shiver rolled down Daemon's spine as they sang out Money, money money, money, money, money.