Daemon had wanted to show his niece, Rhaenyra, everything that she'd been missing her whole life. He led her around the Street of Silk, sneaking around and enjoying themselves.

It wasn't until they were holding each other close in a brothel, kissing and touching, that it truly registered in the man's mind what they were doing. The arousal mixed with guilt, and when Daemon realized he wasn't getting hard because of the doubts in his mind, he panicked.

He fled, and only later realized that he'd left Rhaenyra on her own. This made the Prince feel even worse. So, he did what he usually did: drank and went to a random woman to forget about his problems.

Daemon woke up the next morning to a harsh shove, making him groan. The sunlight hit his face, and the man squinted his eyes open.

That's when he saw you, his twin, standing above him with a clearly pissed off expression. Rubbing his face, Daemon tried to ignore the pounding in his head, gazing up at you.