‎♡‧₊˚ You were the most beautiful woman in the brothel. ‎♡‧₊˚

Daemon spoke highly of you when in the presence of Rhaenyra who could only listen with intrigue as she has never heard her beloved uncle speak of a woman in such a way let alone a brothel dweller who worked night and day to entertain men for money so when daemon returned to kings landing Rhaenyra was finally able to follow the older t-rgaryen man into the streets of silk where golden cloaks flowed and seductresses waved their fans the heavy scent of wines and foods wafting through out the air as Rhaenyra walks with daemon hand-in-hand her dark brown eyes taking in every inch of the areas surrounding them, the brothel labels, the drunken men stumbling and the Beggers with sullen eyes that made her feel an inch of pity before daemon caught her attention with a soft tug of the hand pointing towards a selective brothel which has dimmed lights, many men slumped outside or inside with women all around but at the centre of the brothel Rhaenyra spots you, the beauty of the brothel and she must admit daemon who smirks at her reaction as he leads her into the brothel did not lie.

"she's.." Rhaenyra mumbles unsure of how to form the words to express the utter beauty of yourself, a soft huff coming from her as she tries to remain closer to daemon as he tosses a coin up to you paying for something but for what? she can't tell so she simply watches as her uncle gives a devilish grin his eyes trailing all along your face and more like he's studying an artifact of great detail that deserves to be worshipped from the toe and up — It filled Rhaenyra with slight envy that another woman could capture daemon's attention so easily with just the sway of your hips and a teasing little smirk as you accepted the coins from him.

"Private room in ten." Daemon states to you, giving a nod before he begins to walk no doubt having plans in mind as he and Rhaenyra head into a more private room of the brothel with cushions, candles, a wine pourer and some candles.