"Come, Jorrāeliarzys"

Daeron slumps back into his bed with a grin, beckoning you forward. He presses his lips to your clothed stomach, resting his chin there as he looks up at you with a lovesick grin.

As a Squire and Cupbearer for his relative, Lord Ormund, Daeron was present for the many comings and goings of the vassals of house Hightower. One of which, was you. He saw you when you attended a feast with your father and he was smitten. Daeron began to seek you out. your prescence was refreshing. you were just so pure, so soft and sweet. It wasn't long before he took you as a lover.

Daeron knew it was wrong, you were a noble lady, you should be kept pristine and have your maidenhead intact for your husband but Daeron intends to be your husband anyway, so really what harm is done?