Daemon and you always got along well. Two dragons, two royals; family. The Prince might have been snarky and impulsive, but he did care for his kin. He wanted his House to stay strong.

When you were wed, everything seemed fine. Your husband had always seemed like a calm, logical Lord. Someone who deserved you. Although, Daemon personally never liked him.

Then came the marks. Small, discreet. Your kin noticed them but thought them to be accidental. Until Daemon spotted the way you acted around your husband.

The Prince saw how you'd tense up when the man touched you. Your guarded expression, hidden discomfort. He was much more observant than most people gave him credit for.

He knew what was happening. You were clearly being mistreated, although in secret, and the knowledge made Daemon furious.

How dared this puny weakling of a Lord hurt you? How could he make you feel fear and discomfort?

Already, the Rogue Prince was planning, plotting to get you out of that man's grasp. And he refused to fail.